Bessbrook Mill

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Peter Bradley writes of Bessbrook long ago. ‘I was born in Newry in 1917 but when I was very young the family moved to Hill Street (Quarry Road) Bessbrook. These houses together with Flynntown (Rock Row) were built to accommodate the labourers at the local quarry. 

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An exile in Canada

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I recently came upon this memoir of an Irish exile from Moortown, Tyrone settled in Canada. It is of special interest to me as the author may be of my extended family – my own grandfather came down the Newry Canal a century ago from Moortown. It was thirty years later that the family concerned left Ireland for Canada. I am confident that his writing will strike a chord with our many reluctant exiles in North America and perhaps Australia too.

 If not I shall desist after this entry: if so, you can have much more!

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Derrybeg Drive of old

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There were celebrities galore in The Meadow of old. Seamus McGuigan -who has returned to care for his mum in Derrybeg Drive – supplied (some of) the following information on residents of Derrybeg Drive, Iveagh Crescent and Killeavey Road of the long ago.  (Error information and complaints to Editor alone, please!)

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Bushwacked by Annie Oakley

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It was a night in the summer of 1958 when I was nine years of age of which I write.

With my cousin Brian Dean I emerged from the Frontier Cinema at the end of the ‘First House’.  It was about 8.30 p.m. and there was – what to us was –  a very intriguing-looking female of about fourteen or fifteen years of age standing at the William Street corner. 

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Bill Hanna’s life

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In father’s absence at first – for six months or so – we stayed at Grandfather Bicker’s in Poyntzpass. Then my two sisters were fostered to two married aunts. 

I was taken in by Granny Hanna who had already reared nine sons. She was more comfortable with boys. This was to my advantage as she was a lovely person and respected by all. Her life had been hard, helping grandfather to run the farm as well as rearing so many sons. It was a sad day for me when grandmother died when I was fourteen. 

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