Apr 19, 2022
It had been close to 22 years since I attended her wake in County Kerry so you can appreciate the butterflies that flittered through me as I ascended the stairs of Dublin’s Assembly Rooms to be reunited with her in 2015. She looked pretty good, all things considered....
Apr 8, 2022
‘T’was only the country children would go to school barefoot. You’d never see a town child go barefoot. On 1st October, we’d put the boots on again but our feet were so hard by then that we could nearly walk on glass or thorns. And now I couldn’t even go out to the...
Apr 8, 2022
‘I got afraid seeing all the men and I ran. One of them put up the gun to shoot me. They thought I was running to tell the IRA they were coming. My mother was in a panic until another one said, “Stop, don’t shoot the child.”’ Become a member of Turtle’s History...
Apr 8, 2022
There is a shelf in Maurice Fitzgerald’s townhouse upon which an impressive number of small but gleaming trophies sparkle at passers-by. As I proceed towards them, Maurice puts out an authoritative arm and instructs me to take a seat beside him. ‘I was a great boxer’,...
Apr 5, 2022
‘I could hear my two legs breaking the same as sticks. And I never lost consciousness but, to tell you the truth, I didn’t think I could even be alive.’ Maisie Grannell was walking to Mass in Enniscorthy when the car struck on that dreadful Sunday morning in January...
