In recent years (the tropical chapter), the week before Christmas each year, my next door neighbour, Carol, would play festive tunes. Classics from a bygone era, Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, Dean …
Christmas Day
I would like to wish all the readers of the website, a very Merry Christmas. We have people browsing from such countries as Ireland, England, Scotland, Germany, France, Holland, Italy, Asia, Canada, …
1964, Teady McErlean and Building Dreenan
Apologies, I have not been posting much in recent months. I have not been writing anything at all. But the creativity is still there, and I have been working in the evenings, on enhancing a lot of old …
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The Ploughman Alone is King
Several hours last Saturday were spent, rather than writing up a weekend post, brushing out the flood in my house. I had turned on the bath and forgotten about it. I stepped off the sofa, to …
Sweethearts Always
Every now and again — usually a glass of red into the evening, when the sensible jobs have been abandoned for the night — I take out mum and dad's old photographs. They met in the late 1950s, at a …
Poem – To the Old Year
I came across an old poem (see below) entitled To the Old Year, written on December 27th, 1884, by Susie Troland, a Coleraine lady. She was inspired by the year just ended, namely 1884. In …