Newry Journal

During those ‘washday’ trips to the local river, which we turned into a picnic/day-out, the baby was placed in the care of my sister Mary-Ann. She tended him on the grassy bank while Sally and I helped our mother.

I t was Christmas morning and the phones in the various homes belonging to the Martin family had been in overdrive since breakfast time.  The women of the family …

I will transport you now to the other end of town – the South-East – at the outbreak of the Great War. Who lived there?

Canal Street used to have its own Police Barracks and its own Picture Palace.  My father once worked for Joe McCullough of Number 19 who was a carpenter. 

Before we leave the subject of Gorman’s Hairdressers ……