If Emy Lough in Emyvale County Monaghan could talk, many a historical story it would tell. One of these stories, below, is about Leo Mc Mahon and his family on the era of trout fishing on Emy Lough. As a young boy, in the late 1950’s, Leo Mc Mahon remembers the then Inlands Fishery Trust
Growing up I was incredibly lucky with the location of our house. We lived right beside the River Shannon and Lough Derg. From a noticeably young age my brothers and my dad would take me out with them in the boat, or even just go for a swim in the lake. We were members of
Rachfá thairis I ngan hfios duit féin-ifántas de ghiolcaigh agus locháin uisce ag síneadh uait go bun na spéire nó ar a laghad go cuar line sail I bhfad thios sa riasc.Anois tá conair dúlra,cosáin hféir agis ionad oideachais ar an láthair ach an mhaidin sin,an chéad lá de shéasúr seilge na néan sa bhliain
An inter-city express train rushed by the top of Valentine’s glen. The crows circled above the tree tops as the pines, oaks and chestnuts whispered secrets to each other. Then once again, the glen was silent. “It’s beautiful here. So peaceful,” said Claire. “Most of the time,” the old man looked down at the river
Once upon a time a young girl at the age of twelve named Cassie lived under Reenkilla in a city called CLAM TOWN. Cassie lived next to her best friends Johnny and Dory. Then one brisk evening they were outside a Coral Diner finishing off their Kelpcorn when all of a sudden ……………………..BANG!!!!!!!! Out of
Several years ago as a Belfast medical student I spent an Erasmus term in Galway. Such a vivacious & welcoming place with many new friends made. Now I’m working as a junior doctor in the middle of the Covid pandemic. Such a difference from my carefree student days, this bewildering and angst laden time, everyone
Humanity and I, we are on a short tether. I awoke this morning as happy as I have ever been. My heart was full of gratitude for my husband, my children, my relationships with friends and neighbours. I was fully aware of the comfort and order and opportunities that are mine. I decided not to
Drip, drip, drip. It must be raining. Ah yes I can feel the ripples now on my eyeballs. Not that it makes much of a difference to me. I’ve been a toad at the Shannon Wetlands for 10 years now – man and boy. I love it here. I’ve got my 20 siblings around me
Newpark in the 1960’s was isolated on the periphery of Kilkenny City. A plethora of young families settled on the newly constructed estate. This dynamic helped to change the neighbourhood into bustling community. Freedom of movement allowed youthful enthusiasms to flourish as children made their way in a relaxed, friendly and safe environment. Central to
Everybody knows about John Paul Jones, the great naval hero of the American War of Independence (1775– ‘83). Not everybody knows about the most daring escape of his career in the Tarbert estuary of the River Shannon, which I heard from a local historian many years ago. The future ‘Founder of the American Navy’ was
What started out as a favour for a close family friend turned into a treasure hunt, then a healing place, a history lesson, an eye-opener. Enough of the riddle. Let’s begin. Onnolee’s son, Fintan told me at her memorial service in Pasadena that when she died she wanted to leave a little herself in this
English as tuppence. Changeless and brooding like an aging spinster, Drumreaske lake wore mystery like a tightly wound scarf in a cold winter’s blast. Nestled away between Monaghan’s Drumlin hills on the Scotstown road out of Monaghan town, sometimes known as Kane’s lake it was and, to an extent, is part of a small country
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