We were up to They lived at 17 and it was a home where everyone was welcome and a home of which I have many fond memories. There was James, Tilly, Pat, Mary, John, Seamus, Lizzie and Margaret and also living with them were Tommy McConville and Joe Connolly. Tomorrow (Wednesday) evening, the home team Lislea present the Irish premiere of ‘On the Waterfront’ – the film version of which made Marlon Brando’s reputation. T’was the week before Christmas and all round the street Nothing was stirring – not even police But up in a bank like bees around honey, Men toiled for hours at stealing the money. Sarah Ann {in memory of Sam Russell, dear friend}
Ah’ll change me ways o’ goin’, for me head is gettin’ grey Ah’m tormented washin’ dishes an’ makin’ drops of tae The kitchen’s like a midden an’ the parlour’s like a sty There’s half a foot of clabber in the street out by. Ah’ll go down again tomorra on me ceili to the Cross For I’ll have to get a woman or the place’ll go to loss.
You heard the expression, ‘grand weather for snedding turnips’. And it’s been that way for a while. Anyway, another time we were snedding turnips for Loughlin’s. Johnny Murphy’s Pub and Restuarant are located in Meigh, four miles from Newry on the road to Forkhill. The Killeavy area in general. and the restaurant, nestle beneath a brooding Slieve Gullion, rightfully designated an “Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty“. Johnny Murphy’s pub has undergone a few radical changes. From humble beginnings as the village bar the establishment has expanded to include a lounge, sports bar and restaurant. The clever thing is that it has retained the charm of the original bar. In the 1930s there were very few wirelesses around the ‘Pass, though they were beginning to encroach. To the Chapel St shop
Lislea: On The Waterfront
To United Ireland?
Great Bank Robbery
Sarah Ann
Jerretspass: baking soda balloon
Johnny Murphy’s, Meigh
Entitled to the Broo?
So many things in this unfortunate country are symbolic.
‘I always saw this as the start of a road to a United Ireland,’ said my friend and companion, pointing with his tripod towards Anglesey Mountain on the other shore of The Lough. (AND just how did this hill come by this foreign name, does anyone know?).
