What little remains of the sparse contribution of the Irish Citizens Association may lie in a few street names in the West Ward of Newry. Everyone has heard of James Connolly (of James Connolly Park, off Patrick Street) but who was Michael Mallin of the adjacent Park?
Places
1975 Monaghan Street People
1 Terence Murphy
Noelle Murphy
3A Jacinta Crimmins
James Crimmins
Kathleen Crimmins
James Crimmins (Jnr)
15 Mary J McCullough
Ester A McCullough
19A Rhoda Patton
John Patton
Kevin Woods
Josephine Woods
19C Patrick McAleavey
Martin McAleavey
Joseph McAleavey
Michael McAleavey
Christina McAleavey
33 Mary M Savage
Henry Savage
Margaret Savage
35 Julia McArdle
Margaret McArdle
Bridget McArdle
Rose McArdle
2 Canice McGovern
4 Philomena McNamee
Owen McNamee
Adeline McNamee
Nora McNamee
Eugene McNamee
Hugh McCrink
Kathleen McCrink
8 Stephen Downey
Mary Downey
Thomas Downey
10 Michael McArdle
18 Wilhelmina Davison
22 Bernard McKinley
22 Susan McKinley
24 Richard Palmer
Bernadette Palmer
26 Catherine Connell
Patrick Connell
Margaret Connell
41 Anna McAlinden
Gerard McAlinden
Christina McAlinden
51 Rose McMahon
55 Thomas Crawley
Isabel Crawley
Patrick Crawley
Patricia Crawley
Benedict Crawley
71 Peter O’Hare
Josephine Eames
73 Mary McAnulty
Maurice McAnulty
Mary Ruddy
Patrick Ruddy
81 Winifred Mulvaney
32 John Gorman
Teresa Gorman
34 Maureen McParland
John McParland
Teresa McParland
36 Patrick Brady
Mary Brady
40 Mary McParland
Patrick McParland
44 Peter McAteer
50 Hylda McNeill
Alexander McNeill
52 John Aiken
John Aiken (Jnr)
56 Magdalene Rodgers
Mary Rodgers
Oliver Rodgers
Patricia Rodgers
Peter B Rodgers
Peter Rodgers
Raymond Rodgers
Meadow: Blackberry Season
‘To everything, there is a season
And a time to every purpose under heaven.’
Cecil St: 2: Frank Hall
Jack Brady.. the name and face have just flashed across my mind. He was a carpenter by trade, when there was any carpentry to do.
Cecil Street: 1 :Frank Hall
Frank Hall, one-time Newry draper and later RTE radio personality recalled his young days in The Valley, Newry’s Cecil Street.
Meadow: Conker Season
I never met anybody who fully understood the vagaries of our changing childhood ‘seasons’.
Still their coming and passing were universally respected and seldom went challenged.
High Street Memories
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I was born in High Street many years ago
Opposite the convent where to school I used to go
My mother had a small shop that was open eight till late
When the neighbours bought their groceries
They could put them on the slate.
Fitzpatricks lived just up from us, theirs was a house of fun
Barney, Nellie, Conleth – and Bernie their only son
Patricia was my best friend, we played in the open air
With the Markeys and the Turleys who came up from the Square.
We didn’t have the fancy toys that children have today
A rope around the lamp-post gave us many hours of play
Or we called for Maureen Grogan who lived just up the street
And we visited her aunt Maggie’s house, that was indeed a treat.
For Maggie told us stories of many years ago
Of banshees and of fairies and of things we didn’t know
We tried not to believe her but we were always scared
So we all sat close together, it was best to be prepared.
And then we had Miss Ethel and for weeks she worked with us
Teaching us how to act and sing with the minimum of fuss
For we were from the Windmill and Top Talents we could win
And the Parochial Hall was packed each night when we got up to sing.
Oh the memories are many and the years just drop away
When I think back to my childhood and the games I used to play
And the neighbours that we lived beside who always helped each other
If someone was in trouble then nothing was a bother.
And now if I meet someone new they’ll very often say
‘Were you born in Newry, of did you come to stay?’
And I will always answer them, ‘Yes, Newry is my town
And I am very proud of that and the roots that I’ve put down’.
For I was born in High Street many years ago
And that’s the best street in the town I think you ought to know
And though we’re now a city with buildings new and tall
I’m glad to say that High Street has hardly changed at all.
Though the faces now are ageing and many are long since gone
That happy, friendly atmosphere is every bit as strong
As it was when I was growing up all those years ago
Opposite the Convent where to school I used to go.
The Stranger
As she stepped off the coach it started to rain. She didn’t mind. She was home ………home again after so many long years away. It would take more than the weather to dampen her spirits! And anyway, it wasn’t really proper rain! It was a fine soft drizzle and as she lifted her face to the sky, it felt warm on her skin.
She collected her luggage and moved quickly to the river wall.
Omeath Summers: Fabian
‘When the school holidays came,’ Fabian went on, ‘we would set off by pony and trap to Omeath. My father operated a jaunting-car to Calvery and sometimes even to Carlingford at the weekends.