Places

John McCullagh October 1, 2003

The streets behind the Cathedral were in former times known as The Back of the Dam.  What is now the Cathedral gardens was once the site of a huge flour mill.  Water from the Clanrye River was diverted north of the town into a mill race and the energy of the falling water used to […]

John McCullagh September 25, 2003

6. Fun of the Fair How bright the light is near the sea! We look down upon the fishing boats lying askew on the shining mud. Above these, the drunken tangle of wayward masts, around which graceful gulls glide, tirelessly wheeling, their hungry eyes questing, forever complaining as if they felt perpetually victimized.

John McCullagh September 25, 2003

Gerry Monaghan’s Memories 10 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. Later as teenagers, filled with the wild daring of […]

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 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 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 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 […]