When I was eleven or twelve I became an altar boy. Mother made my red and white surplice. The mass was all in Latin and I had to learn the correct responses.
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When I was eleven or twelve I became an altar boy. Mother made my red and white surplice. The mass was all in Latin and I had to learn the correct responses.
It was the early 60s. Many working men still wore cloth caps, like the man passing John Temples in the background.
Yes, in the early years we walked to school. I vividly remember walking down the
No, it wasn’t lightning. It was Bessie, the Bessbrook tram, heading along the meadows towards the terminus at
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.
Our next nearest neighbours in Sunnyside was the Morley family who lived a mile off down the road.
In recognition of the efforts of Ann Mullan and those others arranging a High Street Reunion in August, we print here the early reminiscences of that famous High Street lady Miss Ethel Fitzpatrick.
I read with interest the
Luminary of the Arts in Newry, the Music & Orchestral Society and Newpoint Players in particular, Sean Murtagh is one of the earliest residents of Ballinlare Gardens and, with his wife Marie, is thankfully still living there. He afforded us the benefit of his early recollections.