Reminiscence

John McCullagh November 11, 2006

All our contests and competitions were centred on the use of the ball-bearing buggy. We had no interest in tortoise v hare events – especially since we were the tortoises!

John McCullagh November 10, 2006

This reproduction does little to flatter my school-mates and the Editor would be grateful for a proper black & white print.  The second half – which includes myself – will follow shortly.

John McCullagh November 8, 2006

Even today, Stream Street residents are an eclectic mix of both sides of our divided community and it is clear from the above list – to sad individuals like myself who can read a person’s likely religious affiliation from their name! – that it was also so a century ago. 

John McCullagh November 6, 2006

In those early days of the late 1950s in The Meadow, there was only one boy to earn even greater ridicule than the rider of the lop-sided buggy, and that was the lad who suddenly appeared, beaming, on a shiny new, pristine shop-bought contraption with cissy rubberised wheels. 

John McCullagh November 6, 2006

Our foot ‘pads’ were cement pavings, two-broad to the edge of the kribben, and none too evenly laid, but this just added to the thrill, as we thundered along on our ball-bearing buggies.