John McCullagh June 11, 2019

Pangur Ban ‘I and Pangur Ban my cat ‘Tis a like task we are at:Hunting mice is his delightHunting words I sit all night Better far than praise of men ‘Tis to sit with book and pen;Pangur bears me no ill will,He too plies his simple skill. ‘Tis a merry thing to seeAt our tasks […]

John McCullagh June 10, 2019

3. Radio Days We lived, my parents, Edmund and I and baby Donal lived in a large rundown house on Bridge Street, owned by the McCartneys, who lived on the ground floor. We occupied the first floor, in what now would be called a flat.

John McCullagh June 9, 2019

Farewell to every hawthorn hedge, from Killeen to Belleeks  And every pool of sticklebacks and every shady creek

John McCullagh June 8, 2019

5. Thirsty Work Joe had served as a soldier in the Royal Irish Rifles in the Great War (First World War). He had been wounded at the Dardanelles. He was struck during the battle for Gallipoli and at the height of that ferocious, hopeless attack. He was towed on a raft across the waters to […]