Reminiscence

John McCullagh September 15, 2003

Mindful of its gloomy history, I have always regarded the quarry with thoughtful apprehension. Despite this, as an older boy I would go fishing for spricks (sticklebacks) in its clouded, enigmatic waters. The spricks were much bigger here and so more desirable.

John McCullagh September 10, 2003

3. Radio Days We lived, my parents, Edmund and I and baby Donal lived in a large rundown house on Bridge Street, owned by the McCartneys, who lived on the ground floor. We occupied the first floor, in what now would be called a flat.

John McCullagh September 8, 2003

5. Thirsty Work Joe had served as a soldier in the Royal Irish Rifles in the Great War (First World War). He had been wounded at the Dardanelles. He was struck during the battle for Gallipoli and at the height of that ferocious, hopeless attack. He was towed on a raft across the waters to […]

John McCullagh September 2, 2003

My first memories are of my mother – of her softness and warmth, her expressive face always beautiful to me, of her endearing, coaxing voice whose slightest irritated inflection would cause me dismay. She would exhort Edmund my elder brother by a mere two years, to ‘look after that child! Don’t let him get his […]

John McCullagh July 8, 2003

What about this man?!! You can have your Pat Jennings, Peter McParlands, Ronan Raffertys or whoever. You can even have John Mitchel. I’ll take Banjo as our all-time greatest hero, any day.  Banjo is THE MAN.

John McCullagh January 30, 2003

The favourite game of all was Tig around the Block. It involved literally dozens of us, boys, and occasionally a few girls and was played not just Round the Block but as far afield as The Pighall Loanan, Derrybeg, Sandy’s Field, The Line, The Plaits, The Bricky Loanan and all areas within, especially other people’s […]

John McCullagh January 29, 2003

I was thirteen then and just beginning to take an interest in girls.   I had had one girlfriend, Monica Jones, a neighbour’s daughter, with whom, amazingly, I shared a birthday.   I think that was all we had in common.   Our childish tryst didn’t last.

John McCullagh January 28, 2003

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 […]