<p>View of Carlingford from the sea</p>

View of Carlingford from the sea

Memories

Frances Taylor

29 January 2017

ooooh the smell of Mrs Harolds shop. Anybody remember...?More > (0 comments)

Jane Mc Parland Poland

29 January 2017

RECORDING A MEMORY
Browsing your site brought back some fond memories. Holidays spent in Carlingford. My father was Brendan McParland son of John and Elizabeth Elmore McParland. My grandmother was a native of Carlingford and that’s why my father loved to go there. My father never drove but he bought a caravan and had it towed to the North Commons and with the permission of a man my father knew (I think it was John Francis O’Hagan) the caravan was parked at the start of the ‘Old Road’ down into Carlingford and from then on our weekends and summer holidays were spent at the Caravan. I recall climbing a mountain with my parents and three brothers; my father carrying a tin of white paint to a place on the mountain that he referred to as the ‘White Mans Face’ his purpose was to freshen the paint on the face. My father was a seaman and a great storyteller he told us children that ‘the face on the mountain was a land mark for ships at sea’ .I would love to know has anyone else a name for this land mark and how it came to be there? My Uncle Jim Mc Parland wrote a poem about the North Commons which he said was inspired by a visit to my father’s caravan on the North Commons.
Jane Mc Parland Poland

THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD
By Jim Mc Parland
There’s a place called the Commons that I used to know
It over looks Carlingford Bay.
Where often in childhood down there I did go
And those memories are with me to stay.
The Burn where we sailed our wee boats is now dry
It’s overgrown, ruined and wild.
And oft I go back to those scenes long gone by
I first saw through the eyes of a child.

I climbed Slieve Foy Mountain and walked by the streams
I watched the trout leap in the pool
And often I thought, but it was just idle dreams
That I hated to go back to school.
When School days were over, down there I would go
To that place that is rugged and wild.
Back to the scenes that I knew long ago
I first saw through the eyes of a child.

Those days have all past now, the old folk are gone
And new folk have come there to stay.
It was there that I first heard the lark sing at dawn
To greet every new summer day.
It was there in the evening the curlew would call
From the mountain so rugged and wild.
In that place called the Commons, the best spot of all
I first saw through the eyes of a child.
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Ultan Finegan

29 January 2017

Confirmation in the Church in Carlingford. It was always done in alternate years between Carlingford and Omeath. At a guess it was 1980 or 1981 i think. I remember being in the kneeling position at the front right of the church with Niall Mc Guinness beside me. The priest was drawing nearer and niall said to me that he felt faint. Being the most holy of young lads i told him to be quiet and ignored him. Well as the Priest drew close I felt movement behind me and as I looked Niall had fainted. God must have been looking down and thought he would have a laugh.More > (0 comments)

Tom McKevitt

29 January 2017

An excerpt taken from the"McKevitt Family” Web site
Tom McKevitt now lives in Blue Ridge Georgia U.S.A.
A note from Tom McKevitt:
MCKEVITT IS MY NAME, Thomas Lawrence McKevitt but I’m called Tom. I'm your host, and I'm pleased to bring you The McKevitt Family web site. "McKevitt Family" is intended to mean all who are named McKevitt, or are of McKevitt families around the world; and that because McKevitts everywhere are indeed of one family.
My father grew up in Chelsea, Massachusetts, and I in the Roslindale/West Roxbury section of Boston. I made my first personal appearance at Brigham & Women's Boston Lying Inn, where it was claimed in song that "...every day is Labor Day at the Boston Lying Inn...," in late February 1930, amid the Great Depression that followed an October 1929 market crash. My father was Francis John McKevitt, my mother Gertrude Josephine McKevitt, nee Clifford. I was born the youngest of three; Lawrence "Larry" Timothy McKevitt being the eldest, Paulina Agnes Maloney, nee McKevitt and called Pam, being the middle child. My grandfather, Patrick McKevitt, grew up in a place called the North Commons, between the medieval town of Carlingford and the townland of Omeath, in County Louth, Ireland. For some reason, rather than walk a mile on Sundays and Holy Days to St. Michael's Catholic Church in Carlingford, he preferred walking about three miles to St. Laurence Catholic Church, in Omeath. His father was called "Big Arthur," and his mother was the former Catherine Henry, daughter of Patrick and Catherine Henry. Yes, Patrick Henry. The Henry family lived closer to St. Laurence's, and also near Newry, close to the Lough.More > (0 comments)

Ethna McCumiskey

29 January 2017

National school teacherMore > (0 comments)