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

View of Carlingford from the sea

Memories

Lizzy nicholson

29 January 2017

Priests house keeper.More > (0 comments)

Mary Ellen Campbell

29 January 2017

Hi Kevin
I love the site and thank you for your recent help, it was very much appreciated. I found a photo of my Glenmore O Neill connection. She was Annie O Neill married to Thomas Hughes in Belfast. She was daughter of Owen O Neill and Sally McKevitt. From your site I gather there is a McCann/Donnelly connection. Any further information would be great. Again Kevin thank you for all your help and this great siteMore > (0 comments)

Sandra Hampson

29 January 2017

I remember my friends and I hitching a lift from Dundalk to Carlingford on a sunday to hear the music in the Fjord pub. (1969 ish)More > (0 comments)

Fr. Ambrose Woods 1995

29 January 2017

P.S. to his letter to Frank McKevitt Australia
P.S. So many things keep coming to mind. You may know some of them already.

I was born on the 2nd Jan. 1913, so I am now a few months over 82, You and I, I think are near enough of an age. I went to an English Seminary when I finished in St Pats in Armagh in 1931.I was ordained in 1938 and was curate in Guilford for 8 years. Then I was supposed to be running the youth work in the diocese and curate in Barnes ( in London where the O’Neills lived. Then in 1954 I was sent as P.P. to Ashford Kent where I remained as P.P. for the next 34 years. I retired in 1988 and am out and about and in good form. I offer the 11.30 public Mass every Sunday and do the weekday Masses if the P.P. is away. The church is closed at the moment and Masses are in St. Michaels Hall (next door to McKevitt’s shop as it use to be.)

Do you remember how Fr Finegan ran films on a Sunday night and in fact paid off the debt on the hall itself.?

Fr Stokes, Fr Mark Quinn, Fr Christy Finegan, Fr Beck, and indeed later curates than Fr Finegan( eg.Fr John Devlin if you remember him) are all gone to their reward – I hope!! God rest them!.
The only Boyle (Michael John Boyles family) around here is the eldest Desmond. A couple of his sisters and youngest brother are in Dublin. Sean Boyle lives and has a family in Ardee.

The old railway line from the Oysterman’s (The Greenore side of Shilties Lough) to the Cardinal’s bathing box is now the road to Newry. The station building and the Stationmasters house are now the “Dispensary” the doctors surgery as we would now call it.While the toilets there fulfil the same purpose but now in a more public capacity! And just inside the old station gates (that use to be) is the Monument to Thomas Darcy McGee who wrote most of the constitution of Canada.

Please forgive the writing. Most of it was written from laziness in an armchair on my knee. Keep us in your prayers. I heard your wife was not well and will keep her in my prayers to Our Lady of Lourdes.
God Bless you again
Ambrose Woods
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Kevin Woods

29 January 2017

Gathering Winkles and Rasberries

There were a few places that you could get summer employment as a child in the 1950s in Carlingford. Gathering winkles and offering to sell them to Michael John Boyle on the North Commons was fraught with disappointment. The winkles could be too small or picked from the wrong side of the shore. You ended up with no money and having to throw the days labour across the sea wall where they often mysteriously disappeared.
We picked raspberries and strawberries at 2 pence a punnet in one of 3 field farms, Rogans on the North Commons,Vincent Kierans on the Greenore Rd and Callaghan’s of Mullatee who supplied raspberries to Fane Valley for jam making.

Most of us age 10-12 preferred working with Callaghan’s. They supplied mugs of tea and thick slides of cottage loaf sandwiches filled with ham and mustard at lunch time. I picked there with assorted Woods and Mc Kevitt families children, Bernie Mc Cann from the Grove, the Ryan sisters Ann, Pat, and Deirdre daughters of Tom the Customs man. Mick Sheilds a nephew of the Callaghan’s, Mc Cormack’s from the Greenore Rd, Marjorie Donnelly from the Central Bar. Anthony Delaney from the Post Office .A few Mc Ardles from Newry St, .Helen Keenan from Tholsel St who later left were her family for Canada, Roisin Sheilds from the Castle Hill,Oliver Connolly from the railway cottage at King Johns pier and others that now slip my memory.

The day began at about 9. You were given your drill to work with a corresponding worker on the other side of the canes. Mick Callagan left you 12 empty punnets in a tray to be filled. The prospect of earning big money stretched out before you - 2 shillings and 4 pence when the 12 were filled, in today’s money that equated to 11 cent.

About 11.30 a.m. concentration would wane and the first squashed up handful of Raspberries would hit the back of your head. It was difficult to ascertain where they had come from due to the height of the canes but it would not take long before the whole field became in embroiled in a full scale Raspberry fight. The thought of money flew out the window and before long you were bloodied from head to toe with raspberry juice. A roar from Annie Callaghan normally restored order.

As I remember it, Mick Callaghan had a wee gra for the girls that we “men” envied.He too would gather raspberries and when his big cupped hands were full he would head to the nearest girls punnet and drop the lot in there filling it to overflowing. Ann Ryan was a favourite. She could have made money without working but in truth was the best thrower of a ball full of squashed fruit in the whole field.

They were wonderful happy days. It was the time of the Top 20 and Radio Luxemburg.
“Around The World” was No1 for 12 weeks on the trot. Jim Reeves was singing love songs and the first boy girl relationships were beginning to bud.
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