Category Archives: Tales of a Belfast girlhood

Belfast Bath Time

Malt and Cod Liver Oil does not seem to have been a feature of many people’s childhoods, but it was a big, sticky boke-inducing part of mine.  In Belfast in the early 1960s, we were served a heaped spoonful on … Continue reading

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I don’t got milk

I have failed the online Irish test set by Buzzfeed. I can’t sing the anthem, I don’t speak Gaelic and, perhaps most damning of all, I don’t drink tea. It is the milk that puts me off. I find milk … Continue reading

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Where am I? Who am I?

My son has embraced a new Facebook trend and turns out to have a talent for it. In the last week, he has posted: I am so DC I remember dat if u had 3 buckets and 2 sticks u … Continue reading

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Nominated for Blog Awards Ireland, 2014

The Blarney Crone has made it to the long list in the Diaspora and Humor categories for Blog Awards Ireland, 2014. Thanks to all who voted. Unfortunately, public polling is now ended and so I cannot urge you to exercise … Continue reading

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My childhood bedroom

My parents decided not to replace our bedroom carpet until my sister and I had stopped spitting up and pissing in corners. The carpet was an ugly grey and black, not the kind of thing you usually see in a … Continue reading

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Good for the Soul

I am trying to improve my noticing skills and I am also meant to be taking more exercise. The noticing will be helpful for writing and for coaching, and the exercise will be helpful for life. Walking is easier, I … Continue reading

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Celebrating St. Patrick: A Cook’s Guide

 <a href=”http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/1529746/?claim=subwa7h59fw”>Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a> St. Patrick’s Day will fall on a Monday this year, one month from now.  It remains to be seen if revelers will make a long weekend of it, or if the pubs will suffer … Continue reading

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The Best Kind of Birthday

Birthdays always fell a little short of special when I was a child. My sister was born a year and three days after me and so my mother would invest in one packet of candles, bake two cakes, and make … Continue reading

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Memories–made of this.

Last night, I came home to find a humming bird beating the bees off the bee balm, a pair of mallards and their gay uncle basking by the pond, and our frog enjoying the sun while he sat on a … Continue reading

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Sparkly sweaters and Country Classics in Co. Donegal

The Contessa and I had each bought a sequinned top in Sainsbury’s which was just as well. Philomena herself was wearing sequins, and so was every other woman in the function room at the Ballyliffin Hotel. It seems everyone had shopped the major … Continue reading

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