Archive (4 life histories found)

I don't think I had ever met a child whose mother was dead until after 1964 when a family of seven children and their father came to live in the farm across the road from us. Tommy Loughran was a hard working man whose young wife had died about a…

There were lots of exciting days growing up in Dromahair. The fair day was very exciting because it spanned two days. The day before was taken up with the bustle of the business people and the ordinary households getting all sorts of '_'_'_ out to…

These words from the poet John Locke were in my mind as the plane came close to Dublin airport. I was excited about meeting with family and friends and telling them all about Kenya. While they were very pleased to see me I soon realised that they…

My father, Matt Gaynor, was born in Clondaliever in 1886. He started life as a landless herdsman, watching over herds of cattle on Murray's (pronounced Mur_�_ray's) farm in Clondaliever. In the early 1900s he joined some of his peers in driving…