It was about that time that the Bishop of Dromore, the Rev Edmund Mulhern went to his eternal rest. Our new bishop, a
Bishop O’Doherty
Characters
Paddy’s first flight!
As I write this story, my best friend is taking a flight over Newry on board a microlight. You know, one of those tiny airplanes. And it’s on that account I recall the story of Paddy and Biddy Rice’s flight some eighty years ago over
The Ateing House
The Ateing House was the only establishment of old where a farmer could get a ‘good feed’ like he was used to at home!
Of course this was in the days before there were fancy ‘restaurants’ and ‘caf
If truth be told, m’ own granny ran such an establishment in
But I do hope it was NOT granny’s Ateing House that featured in the following story!
Tam Dunne of Dromantee used to tell the story of the Newry Ateing House! The woman of the house prepared and served dinners on Fair Days (she may have done it every day, but Tam was there only on Fair Days).
The hungry farmer could get a slap-up feed consisting of fried steak and onions, with a mug of strong tea, for a reasonable sum. Sometimes there were potatoes too, boiled in their jackets, and lashings of buttered bread.
The woman asked Tam if he wanted the steak plain, or ‘gobbled’.
He asked what the difference was, and she replied,
‘The gobbled steak is a penny dearer.’
‘Ah, well, so’, says he, ‘I’ll have it gobbled’.
When it was set on the plate, the woman began to ‘gobble’ or munch on his steak!
He cried out!
‘I’ll have it plain! I’ll have it plain.’
I suppose today’s equivalent is to request your steak ‘tenderised’!
Characters of 50’s Magennis St
Dear only knows what the Cup was for, but that’s Eva Connell holding it up proudly.
The first two ladies on the back row are Doris O’Hagan and Kathleen Fagan. The third is Maisie McCaul, Paschal McCaul’s mother and so grandmother of our contributor, John.
Alice McKeown and Mary Rogan complete the back row.
Left front is unknown: then it’s Maggie O’Hagan holding the cat: and finally Sarah McKay, Bernadette’s aunt completes the line-up.
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Grief of a Mother
Hughie’s coffin would not fit through the porch door. The window of the little bedroom – his bedroom – had to be removed.
That’s the spirit!
‘On you go now! Run, son, like the devil
And tell your mother to try
To find me a bubble for the spirit level
And a new knot for this tie.’
Burglars!
‘On Tuesday morning last when the premises of the Frontier Mineral Water Company in
Sonny McCullagh
This morning I tended the grave of Sonny McCullagh. It is the forty-fifth anniversary of his death. Tonight we will celebrate mass for the repose of his soul.
Jerretspass: baking soda balloon
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.