The door is always open, the kettle’s near enough always on, and a stranger is just a friend whose story I’ve not heard yet. There is no message too small, no memory too slight — if it touches these old places, I’d be glad of it.
Word reaches me from all over — Australia and New Zealand, Canada and the United States, Holland, Germany, Scotland and England, and from every corner of Ireland itself. It’s one of the quiet pleasures of all this: kind words, feedback, and ideas for stories I’d never have found on my own.
Perhaps you’ve roots in the North yourself, and old tales or photographs that deserve not to be lost. If so, I’d be glad to hear from you. This site was never only about the Mulhollands — I’m keen to gather in as many local surnames as I can, and every family has a thread worth following.
If you’d like to set down your own family’s story here, I’d welcome it warmly. Something from 800 words upward — ideally a thousand or two — with an old photograph if you have one. A piece out in the open like that has a way of working quiet magic: more than once, it’s brought relations from the far side of the world out of the woodwork to fill in the gaps.
So don’t be a stranger — drop me a line using the form below.