Hidden Newry: One

I thought I’d begin a series on ‘Hidden Newry’. Our first item couldn’t be more conspicuous! I guess I’ve passed by the house below ten thousand times without paying the slightest bit of attention. You must say where it is. First, a story!

18th Century Famine

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Scientists recently identified as the greatest danger to Ireland, Britain and Northern Europe, the possibility of the failure of the massive under-ocean current, the North Atlantic conveyor, which – by diverting the ‘Gulf Stream’ to our direction – gives us a much warmer climate than our latitude would normally merit. Ironically, in this part of the world, the first, most-dramatic and irreversible effect of rampant global warming will be much lower temperatures overall.

Montgomery & Hamilton

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There had been considerable cross-Channel migration – from Scotland to Ulster – even in Tudor times, but the trickle became a flood in the first decade of the seventeenth century, when the Scottish King James (VI) became King James I of England. Indeed it was the success of two Ayreshire Scots in pioneering an Ulster Settlement in 1606 that inspired King James’ Virginia (Jamestown) settlement in the New World; and the Plantation of Ulster that began just a few short years later.

Kings on the Roof

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I live within waving distance of a railway line; but, although I have kept a long and patient vigil, I have never once seen passengers fighting on the roof of a train – even a stationary one. 

Poet’s Trail Walk

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We all need to get out now and walk off all that excess food we consumed over the holiday. I suggest the Poet’s Trail around Mullaghbawn.

Sky failure

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They talk like automatons, persist like politicians in their given line of chat, regardless of your lack of interest, and withhold their own phone number and even name.

Yet they expect you to stop everything and to humour them on the phone.  I did, a while.

The great estates

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Small farms continue to predominate in the Ring of Gullion, though fewer than before of those who occupy them any longer practise agriculture as their first occupation.  Still their use, or former use, has shaped the landscape.

 

Tommy Makem

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Tommy Makem was born in Keady, South Armagh. His mother Sarah Makem (opt. cit.) born 1900 was one of the Singing Greenes of Keady and a song collector. From her – and his father Peter, a famous fiddler, Tommy acquired his love of Irish music. He learned to play the war pipes, whistle, banjo, drums, piccolo and guitar. 

St Bridget

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Saint Bridget was closely associated with our area. Saint Patrick, said to have planted the yew trees that lent their name to our town also trod our paths. And of course Saint Moninna of Killeavy. The latter too we have already extolled. Now follows a pen portrait of the life of our second National Saint, Bridget!

Tears for Winter Island

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I have just returned from the very successful launch of Sean Maguire’s new book, History Tomorrow.  The author has permitted one more poem to be reproduced here.

It’s entitled, “Tears for Winter Island”.


Tears drench sombre faces

as trees bear summer fruits;

mothers scrimp and save to pay

for dead men’s suits.

Solitude takes hold whilst empty

chairs fill lonely spaces.

Sarah Makem

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Those of my generation experienced enormous pride when South Armagh favourite Tommy Makem took the world stage by storm in the 60s. He has, of course, gone from strength to strength in the succeeding decades and the pen-portrait that follows merely summarises some of the highlights of his illustrious career.

Ideal Christmas Present

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Twice round a roundabout -any roundabout – and my wife’s lost! Honestly, the number of times she’s been confounded by the various entrances and exits of local supermarkets! So I thought the ideal Christmas present for her was a car-based satellite navigation system.