I’ll upload the rest of this photo later. In the meantime, another little quiz.
The boy in the middle of the back row is Martin mcCaul, then of 5 Orior Road. Now he is Chairman of Killeavy Social Club!
Who are the others? Over to you!
School Days
Tom McKeown’s boot
1947 was the coldest winter in living memory, the year of the big snow. It fell and lasted for weeks. Indeed, it was the year of birth of Newry Journal’s editor and you’d know by the look of him that first cold winter stunted his growth!!
Use of the pan!
The pan was used extensively at our house when we were young.
There were ten children, two parents and one granny to be catered for and my mother was the chief cook. The only time the pan was not used was when we had a roast or stew for dinner but even so the pan came out on Monday and the remains of the Sunday roast was cut into slices and fried on the pan along with the remains of the vegetables.
Magennis St Children
This time – finally – Bernadette has produced a photograph which includes an image of herself. Mind you, she’s quite young in it! That’s her in the back row with a bow in her hair and a hanky in her hand!
The whole list is:
Back from left: Kathleen O’Hagan: Anne McKeown: Bernadette Manley: Kathleen Manley:
Sean Rogan: Gerald Connell: Maureen Connell: Noel Connell: Ethna Manley
Magennis Street Kids 1950s
The photo below with the list of names was e-mailed to the Editor by Bernadette Manley who presently lives in the USA. We are confident that many of you will remember …
Maurice Connell: Thomas McKeown
Anne McKeown: Kathleen Manley: Anne Kane: Eithne Manley
Yvonne Connell: Hazel Smith: Theresa Kane
(P.S. A second photo is awaited!!)
To the Abbey Primary
Little did I know what was in front of us, that day long ago when Gene McKevitt and I ran out of Senior Infants in St Clare’s
Wartime Joyriders!
As a border town Newry was able to offset the worst effects of rationing. This was accomplished by trips to the shops across the border or bus trips to
Bygone memories
I have fond memories of
The Turning bridges: there were five such on the town section of the canal: at Sugar Island; Monaghan Street; Ballybot; and Buttercrane, where the rail crossed the canal; and Dublin Bridge. This was to allow barge traffic bound for Portadown. A bell would sound in the Harbour Master’s Office to alert people. School children used the cry, ‘The bridges were closed!’ as an excuse for their lack of punctuality.
Throwing out the baby?
My brother P J was notorious for his obsession for unscrewing things.
One particular day when I offered to take the baby out for a stroll in his pram, I suddenly learned how lethal P J’s tinkering could be. It was not until the pram was angled off the horizontal, literally when I took it off the footpath’s kerb in order to cross the road that I discovered what he had been up to!