One cold frosty morning in the mid nineteen sixties, just a few hundred yards further on along the towpath from Riley’s Lock there occurred an extremely sad incident.
On the ninetieth anniversary of the Easter Rising, it may be appropriate to reflect on the words of an earlier patriot, recently referred to by one of our regulars on Discussions – the Protestant patriot Thomas Davis.
Is there a word that means the opposite of an oxymoron?
There are some of our readers much cleverer and better informed than us.
We await your reply.
While you work on that, we offer you a few examples.
Rosaleen Beattie shared her memories of rural life in South Armagh over six…
Christopher Carr writes to update us on the pedigree of a few characters of old. Since his forbears – like mine – come from Monaghan Row/Street, I have a special interest. Hope you have too.
Time is no respecter of our sensibilities.
5. Thirsty Work Joe had served as a soldier in the Royal Irish…
I am indebted to my old friend Ben Hughes for the time, patience…
Here was I, indulging in a daydream about my darling daughter’s forthcoming wedding, when – skimming through an old newspaper – I came upon this poem. Boy, were my eyes opened?
Our next nearest neighbours in Sunnyside was the Morley family who lived a mile off down the road.
The disgraceful extended incarceration of four Mayo farmers for protesting the danger to their lives and families from Esso’s high-pressure gas-lines running contiguous to their homes, brought to mind the similar treatment of their forebears a century and a half ago from occupation landlords.
We publish here a tribute to an old storyteller of long ago. Padraic…
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The criminal charges appeared strangely out of sync with the circumstances that presented…