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John ArnoldEvening Echo |
“YUDDY, yuddy, yuddy, yup, yup, yup, who’s goin to win the Harty Cup?” That’s what the ‘cheer leader’ sang and we’d all answer back...
AH, lads, what a week we’ve had with ‘moving’ pictures, amateur drama and the Oscars! You know, if fate hadn’t decreed that I pursued farming...
PAGE 3 of the Boston Irish/American newspaper The Pilot carried the following item under ‘News From Cork’ on Saturday, October 31, 1899. ‘Cork;...
I’M sorry to say I never actually met Christy Ring. After the Cork hurling team homecoming in the South Mall in September, 1978, I remember Christy...
EVERYONE is familiar with that oft-used reading from the Biblical Book of Ecclesiastes, ‘For everything there is a season, a time for every purpose...
THERE’S a lovely phrase in the Irish language, a kind of seanfhocail you could call it, I suppose - ‘Is ait an mac an saol’, which is generally...
How time flies - this time 20 years ago we were busy, busy here getting ready for a school reunion. The year 2004 was 100 years on from the opening of...
I’VE no idea if Patrick Kavanagh and Luke Kelly were good friends or not. They certainly met in The Bailey public house in Dublin. The Monaghan poet...
FIRSTLY, let me put my hand up and say, yes, I have ‘skin in the game’ when it comes to the naming rights of the main GAA Stadium in Cork. It...
I THINK Dianne McLauren was the only anthropologist I’ve ever met, and that meeting must be 25 or 30 years ago. She came from America and I don’t...
IT must be over a decade ago that I saw the ‘trailer’ on RTÉ television of a new series called Love/Hate. I never watched a single episode of it...
THE last day of 2023 started quietly enough. A cold and misty morning it was as I did a few jobs around the yard before mass. We had put in plenty...
“I’LL be making no New Year’s Resolutions this year! I’m determined that, as the coming year of 2024 moves along, I won’t be throwing...
I ALWAYS associate Christmas time with the beginning of my acting career - well, maybe using the word ‘career’ might sound a little bit...
“And while we were talking of days that have gone, The woes of the world for a time they were gone” Pardon me as I paraphrase the words of Percy...
IT was way back in 1952 that Gene Kelly made the song Singing In The Rain famous. I felt a bit like that this past week as I spent some wet, wet days...
ON Monday, November 3, 1884, the back page of the Cork Examiner carried a lengthy report headed ‘Gaelic Association For National Pastimes’....
ALL I can recall about Friday, November 22, 1963, is that I was six and a half and that we were visiting cousins in Kilworth that night. I’m not...
NOVEMBER is no doubt the darkest month of the year. It’s not just that the winter is truly here with such short days, no, but October often still...
WELL, what do ye think of me now? Rugged, aged, decrepit, vaguely handsome, the relics of auld decency or just plain older me? The thing is, I wanted...
I THINK ’twas around 1816 that one of my eight great, great grandmothers was born. Yeah, we have just one mother and two grandmothers. A further...
I’D say it must be about 60 years ago since I first visited the Poor Clare Monastery at College Road, Cork. Mam used often visit the Poor Clares if...
I DROVE a bit over a mile down the road from the chapel the other night. The sun was sinking low over Coolequane and Watergrasshill. It was just that...
TO be honest, I can’t say when I first heard the word biodiversity, definitely ’twas only in the last five or six years. Even then, the main way...
There’s a glen in old Tirconnell There’s a wee house in that glen...’ THUS begins the song made famous by DJ Curtin, Art Supple and Brendan...
I WAS thinking a lot about travelling lately, though I’ve nothing farther than West Cork planned at the moment. They say travel broadens the mind...
WAIT ’til I tell ye about the taxi driver from Limerick, the cruise liner in Cobh, and (possibly) my rich Texan cousin! Last week, I was head over...
MOSS Egan was what you’d call an ‘all-round sportsman’. Reared on the family farm at Desert, Bartlemy, he lived with his parents, brother John...