Minnie Caulfield was working in Kensington, London when the bad news of her brother Jamie arrived by telegram.
Characters
Minnie’s dreams …
They’ll tell you that coming events are presaged in the present. Sure, if it wasn’t true, there’d be no need for prophets, seers or mediums. If you are disbelieving …
Minnie as skivvy …
‘The very first thing I had to do in London,’ Minnie continued, ‘was to get my hair cut short and wash it in hot water with washing soda. Strong stuff, even to be putting on the clothes!
Goldings/Hobdens in Paphos
The photo below shows two happy Newry men on holiday in Cyprus last January (2010).
Austin Golding and Gerry Hobden grew up in Cecil Street.
Soon they moved to different parts of the town and lost touch.
Then they moved (separately) to England. In 2009, through the Newry Journal, they met again and decided to holiday together.
They wined and dined in the First & Last Bar in Paphos!
Gerry and his family now live in Darlington.
Austin and his wife in Bolton, Lancs.
He is back home regularly in Newry.
Recently he met Peter and Colette Murphy (late of England, now Rostrevor) on the boat to England.
Through the Journal, Austin is also in contact with Bernie Manley, once of Magennis Street, now resident in the USA.
Newry Journal is proud and happy to be a conduit for Newry exiles!
T’as outwits the donkey … and Junk!
The traffic was stopped in every direction, waiting for us .. or for the donkey. Everybody came up with ideas or gave a hand. Would that donkey put a foot on the wooden bridge? No. It was like Delaney’s donkey in that song.
T’as Murphy and the donkey
One of the town’s great characters, T’as Murphy of Dromalane has agreed to share a few reminiscences on Journal with us. We are honoured.
Ann Boyle Communion
Isn’t it amazing how expressive – how illustrative – indeed how thoroughly familiar are the old black-and-white photos of our childhood? The central figure in this poignant tableau is Ann Boyle of Castle Street. Her proud father Louis Boyle – Newry taxi-driver when there were no more than a half-dozen of them altogether – shows off his girl in her beautiful First Holy Communion dress. Ann is now a retired schoolteacher (St Patrick’s, The Meadow) dramatis persona and leading light of the Newry Drama Festival Committee these decades past.
Dart the Bull
When we arrived at Crieve ‘Dart’ Sands was standing in the compound with a smile on his face like a Cheshire cat. Services rendered I paid Mr Sands ten shillings and sixpence.
Bridget bellows …
One night in early autumn I was awakened to the sound of short, sharp moos. I instinctively knew that this was Bridget and the mooing continued through the night. The next morning, Grandpa says to me,