The Ploughman Alone is King
Several hours last Saturday were spent, rather than writing up a weekend post, brushing out the flood…
Several hours last Saturday were spent, rather than writing up a weekend post, brushing out the flood…
UPDATE – Apologies, I am several weeks behind in emails (nothing new there, says you). I tend…
These cold wintry days of mid January, with endless grey skies, made me think of my memories…
There is a wonderful old black and white photo in mum’s archives, of an assembly of people. …
I recently cleaned up an old photograph of a late 1800’s tenant eviction. This proved very timely…
Five months ago, in early November 2020, I decided to look more at the British government’s excellent…
Just a quick mention, before getting started. To keep everyone abreast of the latest developments at One…
Enda, over at the Photos of Portglenone Facebook Group, contacted me some ten days ago. He is…
Here is a photograph of my mother, Eleanor Quinn, in a corn field in the late 1950s. …
I put ‘Ballymena’ in the title, because google is probably fed up seeing ‘Portglenone’ in so many…
A local Cullybackey man, named Calderwood, in the 1920s, wrote a poem about the essential contribution of…
During the second half of the 1800s, ploughing matches became a common event in the North of…