The Old Year Sinks in Time’s Ocean
In recent years (the tropical chapter), the week before Christmas each year, my next door neighbour, Carol,…
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Christmas Day
I would like to wish all the readers of the website, a very Merry Christmas. We have…
1964, Teady McErlean and Building Dreenan
Apologies, I have not been posting much in recent months. I have not been writing anything at…
The Ploughman Alone is King
Several hours last Saturday were spent, rather than writing up a weekend post, brushing out the flood…
Sweethearts Always
Every once in a while, usually after a glass of red wine, I have a look at…
We’re all just walking each other home
When you have your own blog, you are able to write about your own life and what…
More on Isaac Workman’s Public House
It’s funny, when you are looking for something directly, you often can’t find it. But when you…
Old Ulster Voices and a Golden Wedding Anniversary
Apologies for the delay in responding to recent emails and those who have been in touch via…
March – in like a lion out like a lamb
The Irish are well known for always talking about the weather. This is hardly that surprising given…
Dancing in Ireland in the 1950s
My father, Richard Mulholland, died some years ago. In recent years, two of his siblings have also…
1946 – Portglenone Rectory’s Undelivered Polish War Letter
It’s always nice to get correspondence. I was contacted several months ago by Iben Olsen, a stamp…
Carrig-Na-Cule Hotel Portstewart
A Moment in Time My parents, Richard Mulholland and Eleanor Quinn, got married in the summer of…
