Reminiscence

John McCullagh May 27, 2019

How did our parents manage to make us all feel important? My mum helped me when I was studying for the 11+. She was "expecting". After the first few, all mum’s confinements were at home. The news was brought downstairs that the baby had been born. I rushed up to congratulate mum and see the […]

John McCullagh December 15, 2013

Funeral Oration for Mrs Josie Keenan (nee O’Hanlon) My aunt, Josie Keenan, was born Josephine O’Hanlon on 15th March, 1920, youngest in a family of 3 boys and 4 girls to Owen O’Hanlon and Emma McKnight.  Her siblings were Danny, my father, Katie, Mick, Emma, Rosina and John and they all lived together in beautiful […]

John McCullagh March 25, 2012

Moving slowly over the crest of a gentle hill, man, horse and plough are silhouetted against the evening sky.  They seem like shadowy ghosts from a dim era that have returned as a quiet reminder to a world dominated by and crazed about speed. We cannot put back the clock: but it does seem wrong […]

original author March 15, 2012

Shortly before I ‘packed up’ – continued Sean Crawford – ‘I happened to be in our crowded local Post Office. A lady with the invincible inquisitiveness of her sex spoke loudly to me. ‘Is it true, Mr Crawford, that you are soon to retire?’  Everyone stopped talking and looked in my direction. ‘Madam,’ I replied […]

John McCullagh March 14, 2012

I was browsing the other day and came across the retirement reflections of one Sean Crawford of Warrenpoint.  These are almost 50 years old so I have to take it that the great Sean has passed on.  He has left behind a wealth of reminiscences – and historical notes – which I mine from time […]