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It was the day before the end of the school holidays in 1948. I was to return to Kilkeel the next day to begin my second year there. I was actually looking forward to getting back and meeting my friends after the long holiday. My mother's London…

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…

Antrim is a beautiful part of the world, which is now, unfortunately, a well kept secret because people are deterred by the 'Troubles' from visiting there. For me it is in the fabric of my being. Its memory 'haunts me (in the nicest possible way)…

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…

My family name is McGuckian. That is not one of the names which figure in the early history of North Antrim but they have been there a long time. John McGuckin, a Harvard scholar, who has done a lot of work on this says that the family originated in…

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…

As a child growing up there I was very conscious of the fact that in our little patch of North Antrim there were many places associated with St Patrick. At Dunseverick, the castle on the north coast which is reputed in the Annals of the Four Masters…

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…