Healing Heather Wine
Legend has it that certain heathers from Slieve Gullion contain a cure for…
Knights Templar in Newry
We assume, partly because a full page of the local Democrat was alloted to the story, that some research was undertaken into the authenticity of this story.
Paddy McGourgan’s Field
When I was about five years old in the late 1940’s I first stepped into the field, over the broken wall at the yard at our house in Maginness Street with the help of a ladder my father had bought from a man at his work.
Bridewell Detainees
Seemingly it was normal practice to detain temporarily in The Bridewell, all those in breach of army regulations, and deserters.
Then they were conveyed to more permanent and secure places of confinement.
On the Buses in Kent
Perhaps other Newry exiles in England and abroad have had early experiences of work similar to my own, which follow.
Or could anyone else possibly have been as stupid as me?
None of this seemed funny at the time but I shall leave you to judge.
We were pretty desperate for work then in the early 60s and were prepared to travel to
Monaghan Street O’Hanlons: 18 C
Last time we got as far as Hugh O’Hanlon of Newry, born 1721 who survived to 1 April 1807. By his wife
Newry Shipping Losses
It is more than two years since we listed, and gave details, of the more than thirty vessels sunk within the Carlingford Lough over the past century and a half, with great loss of life.
Day trip to Warrenpoint
[The following story is uploaded now in response to yesterday’s request from my friend Peter Hughes, Warrenpoint Librarian! – Editor)
Years ago during the summer seasons Newry parents had various ways of treating their family. A particular favourite, usually on Sundays, was a ‘day trip’ to Warrenpoint.
Berwick burns Newry
Just as we look back to previously published works on Newry, so too Bradshaw (1820) looks back for enlightenment to an ‘old County Down Survey’ of 1740.
Brown’s Yard 3
As you enter Brown’s Yard from High Street the first cottage of the row of four is the home of a man called Mr M Teggart. I don’t have a lot of information on this man except that he had the ability …
Eenie, meenie, monie my
‘Eenie meenie, monie my
Bessalooney, boney, stry
Hare, ware, crown, nack
Alko, balco, wee wo wack!’
Mission to Alabama
Though most people know of the enormous contribution to our people’s development made by the Sisters of Mercy, it is a reasonable bet that very few are aware of the local Sisters’ contribution in the far-off Southern State of Alabama, USA.
Derrybeg : 5
On another occasion I came upon a group of British soldiers busy digging in my back garden. I identified myself and enquired of a sergeant whether they had received intelligence that something was buried there – arms and explosives or whatever.