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School in St. Louis is mostly good memories. In Ballymena. Singing in the front hall with Sr. Marie Gertrude, playing around the huge rhododendron bushes which could become any place you wanted to imagine. My tenth birthday and the retreat. The…

My father and his brothers all lived in close proximity to their mother, who was a sort of Matriarch. It was in effect a 'compound' - they shared a lot in common. When I was younger the phone - Cloughmills 246 - was in granny's - the papers were…

I suppose Cloughmills was a special place in that in the Northern Irish context, for most of the time, there were harmonious relations between the people. Our parish of Dunloy and Cloughmills had three centres of population. At one end was Dunloy,…

I started school in Cloughmills Public Elementary School on my fourth birthday. I always felt my mother had taken her first legal opportunity to get me out of the way but she assures me that she felt like the mother in this poem, which was one that…

I was born in Ballymena, the county town of Antrim, and spent the first 12 years of my life in a village about 10 miles out of the town, half way to Ballymoney, called Cloughmills. We were situated right in the middle of what was the ancient region…

People of Antrim love their county and have written songs in its praise. The story goes that a man from Glendun was thinking of emigrating and he wrote a song in which he imagined what it would be like to be away. He made himself so sad that he…

We had a song about Cloughmillss Fair. Delia Murphy sang it. I must confess it was not one of her better known renditions but we thought it was great to have her singing about Ballylig and the fair on the 9 June. It wasn't much of a fair, but we got…

I don't think, as a child, I would have been too surprised to 'meet a lochrey man' such as the one mentioned in Seosamh 0 Cathmhoill's song which was a favorite My father and mother were Irish And I am Irish too. I bought a wee fidil for…

Oft in the stilly night ere slumbers chain has bound me Fond memories bring the light of other days around me Oft in the Stilly Night is an appropriate song to start with, because in thinking about my childhood I have become conscious of many fond…

While growing up neighbours played a huge part of our life. We had moved the area the normal miscellany of eccentrics or oddballs. Mr. F next door kept his wife confined life a prisoner. He never gave us a hint of a smile. We always had a huge…