Lord Haw-Haw

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In those days, the wireless was the thing. If you possessed one, you were ‘well-off’ – or in our parlance, a swank! 

The Mummers

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The poem of John Hewitt reproduced below is particularly poignant for me, because…

Austin

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The story of Henry Curran, shopkeeper King brought to mind my own recollection.

There never was, and I fear never again will be a shopkeeper the likes of Austin. 

In the short time we knew him, we never learned his surname. It didn’t matter somehow. Like Elvis, he was fully defined by just the one name.

Undercover Girls

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While Newry was safe from German bomber air attack, Belfast was not so lucky. On one of the worst nights of bombing hundreds of people were killed and streets of houses ‘bombed out’. I was only five years of age at the time but I remember the fire engines and the huge arcs of searchlights in the sky. 

Seamus: surgeon

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But I had good reason for concern. Whatever I’d said wrong would be relayed to my dad when he called in to Gormans on Saturday for his monthly grooming. 

Patrick Rankin, Newry Republican

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Patrick Rankin was the only Newry person to take part in the 1916 Rising.  He cycled to Dublin to join the rebels in the GPO in Sackville Street.  32 years later he wrote his memoirs.

Pulling the Flax Plant

‘There wasn’t a lot of flax-growing in Fathom those days. 


It’s a very stalky plant, dark green at first, turning light green.  It produces a lovely blue flower.  It was the phloem – inside – of the plant that was valuable as linen thread.  Harvesters pulled it physically out of the ground.  It was gathered in bunches -beets, they were called – sheaves about two feet in diameter.  There were twelve beets to a stook, the twelfth laid crosswise over the others, to determine the dozen.  It was a hard pull, especially from clay soil that hardened in the summer time. 

Part-time Psychologist

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I finally found my vocation when I took up the study of Psychology.  Over the following few years I completed a B.A. and then an honours M.A. in Psychology and in the summer when the university was closed to full-time students I worked at a variety of jobs.