Reunion Reflections

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On Thursday night last, along with my sister Vera who nowadays lives in Belfast and my brother Harry (a Born Again Newryman) I was privileged to attend the Chapel St/Boat St Reunion in the Canal Court Hotel.

Never the twain shall meet

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Fourteen-year-old Catherine Murphy walked down towards Mount Street thinking about Mr Brown.  He might have said that he was all right, but he didn’t look very well.  Only the day before, she had heard her mother telling a neighbour that he looked very failed.  Most of the young people in the street thought that he was a bit peculiar.  He was always dressed in black and sometimes rode a really ancient bike, but her mother always said that he was a gentleman.

To the Abbey Primary

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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 Convent School to follow Willie Carr up to the Abbey Primary. Brother Hennessy placed me in one class and Willie and Gene in another. From that day on we were never to sit again together in the one class. 

Monaghan Row Residents 1975

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A few Monaghan Row residents have remained in the same homes this thirty years or more – notably my dear friend Brea (Green) Kennedy who offered me this list of names from 1975. I think I must have typed in the house numbers wrong though! Unless her and Pajo were actually living next door to one another, rather than in the same house!!

Mullaghbane

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I was chatting on the phone an hour ago to our friend and contributor Sally Vandervelden – who is off soon to foreign climes, and I’d have been jealous, except that every day I can, and do stroll through South Armagh (my favourite place in all the world), Newry and South Down. We have here not one but TWO Areas of Outstanding Natural Beauty. Though I wander here all the time, I still, every now and then take a sharp intake of breath at the majesty that confronts me. But why believe me? I will quote from the Guide to Designation 1991.


Art MacCooey

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The most famous graveyard in all our area is doubtless that of Creggan, just outside of Crossmaglen, not least because it is the last resting place of the celebrated Bards, Padraig Mac a Liondain (1685-1733), Seamus Mor MacMurchadha (1720-1750) and Art MacCumhaigh (1738-1773). 

The grave of Mac a Liondain is marked by a plaque erected by Eigse Oirialla, an organisation harking back to an even earlier period when the clans of Armagh, Monaghan, East Fermanagh, South Tyrone and North Louth were united under the great House of Oriel. (The name too is commemorated in the beautiful Oriel Trail, a glorious walk well-signposted through the magnificent Cooley Peninsula!).

Putting one past Pat Jennings!

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A once-in-a-lifetime memory from Peter Hughes, who works as a librarian in Summerhill, Co Down . . .

‘I was born on 26th March 1967.  I grew up in the town of Newry in Northern Ireland during the height of the ‘troubles’.  It was just like any other working class town anywhere in Britain (apart from the noise and large military presence) and like other kids in these areas, we played football every day after school in our street.  There were a lot fewer cars to contend with in those days so we normally had most of the street to ourselves.

Dog Tracks

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There were no factories or offices on Greenbank Estate in my youth. There was The Showgrounds, or soccer ground, but there also was – wait for it! – TWO dog tracks! Owners, bookies and punters would travel from far and wide to ‘go to the dogs’ in Newry.  During the summer, race days were Wednesdays and Sundays, leaving Jack Mullan’s track after the first meeting and then into Matt O’Hare’s. In the winter months it was Sundays only but both tracks, so again it was out of one and into the other. 

Newry Agricultural Show

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Newry Agricultural Show is still held today. In the past it was held, in the Showgrounds – now Newry City F.C. complex – on the last Wednesday of June each year.

 A couple of us would hurry home from school, grab a tin can and head at once for the Rampart Bank. 

Dublin on Newry General Holiday

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After that long train journey to Dublin on Newry General Holiday, Amiens Street Station was a welcome sight. The passengers, women and men with children’s hands held tightly in theirs surged up the platform past the ticket inspector and invaded Dublin. 

Cranfield Camp/Train Trips

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Unlike today, when everyone expects a week or two away, in the 1940s holidays were unknown. So when the Bosco Club in Kilmorey Street decided to arrange a week’s holiday in Cranfield for its senior members (‘senior’ as in youthful but members of some years standing!), pandemonium broke loose. The arguments began as to who was and who wasn’t going! 

Street Games

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The Rag and Bone Man: There was money one time in used and cast-off clothing, domestic cloth or ‘rags’ as we called them. In my youth there was more than one ‘Rag Store’ in the town. There was one just down the street from us on The Dead Pad (Catherine Street) run by Johnny McFerran. 

Dance Bands…

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Showbands: We experienced the pleasure of live music from visiting bands at our dances and ceidhles. They would all be fronted by a vocalist and dancers would send up pieces of paper with song requests written on them.

Message Boys

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The Lamplighter: In my childhood the street lighting was supplied by gas. Men were employed to carry a long pole with a small hook on the end, and a wick to be lighted, from lampstand to lampstand. They returned at dawn to extinguish them. Since they had to be up and about at this time, their services were often utilised by the like of factory workers, to wake them up by knocking on doors or tapping on windows. The last lamps in operation were in the South Ward. Does anyone remember them?

Cattle Market/Troughs

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I also have fond memories of ..

 The Cattle Market: In my youth there were more than one; I remember cattle corralled adjacent to Dublin Bridge Station (as in photos on this site) and a livestock market facing the Frontier Cinema. But by then the main farm stock market was immediately behind our home in Monaghan Street. I remember cows and calves being auctioned there, old farmers feigning disinterest lest they artificially inflate the prices they would pay!