Tag Archives: Northern Ireland

In the back of a Belfast taxi

Posted on November 5, 2011 by

1. ‘City Hospital, the Cancer Center please” “Are you going for yourself or to see someone?” “Just visiting” “I’m only asking cos I’m being treated at the center in Dundonald.  I have this weird blood disease that means my blood … Continue reading →

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Words for my father

Posted on October 30, 2011 by

This blog has lost its most steadfast reader. My father W.M. Barron, who died on Tuesday October 18, 2011, was not always a fan of everything featured here, but to his credit he never tried to censor the Blarney Crone … Continue reading →

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Happy with the Silver

Posted on July 20, 2011 by

The last time I ran it was in the company of an Olympic Gold Medalist.  Mary Peters won the Pentathlon in Munich in 1972 and came home to Belfast, Northern Ireland to face the kind of adulation currently enveloping NI … Continue reading →

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A Yearning for the UK’s third largest snack manufacturer

Posted on April 9, 2011 by

I am thinking I need to go home to Northern Ireland. The reason? Well, of course I’d like to see my aged father, my aunt what brung me up and all my other friends and family but, as usual, my … Continue reading →

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Get on your marching shoes.

Posted on September 25, 2010 by

To Tom and Mike’s for Wednesday night dinner where the conversation turned to Stephen Colbert’s and Jon Stewart’s plan to hold rallies on Capitol Hill just before the mid-term elections. We all plan to go. The conversation turned to our own … Continue reading →

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I promise that I will do my best…

Posted on September 19, 2010 by

I go back a long way with the girl guide movement, spanning the years 1964-1979. I began as a Bunnie (now a Rainbow Guide) and swiftly progressed to the Brownies, where I became a sixer in the Sprites, and then to the guides, where … Continue reading →

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Just A Rhinestone Cowgirl–But Much-Loved by Doris Brazil

Posted on September 18, 2010 by

The following is an excerpt from Doris’s latest letter, which was waiting for me when I stepped off the plane and back into wireless range. After spending the preceding week on a state of high alert (DBLW DefCon 1), at last the … Continue reading →

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Co. Down Northern Ireland

Posted on September 15, 2010 by
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Old friends–not friends who are old.

Posted on September 15, 2010 by

An evening out with three of my high school friends, all of whom chose to marry men we knew well when we were just seventeen. Then, the  girls took the view that, although there might be plenty more pebbles on the … Continue reading →

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Segregation–A way of life in Norn Iron

Posted on September 13, 2010 by

Last night’s dinner was a fish supper–battered haddock and fat, greasy chips. Yum. We arrived at the chippie just in time to see the frymeister open a box of lard. Each box contains 4 briquettes, 4 inches deep by 4 inches … Continue reading →

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