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Tell Your Own Story: Mining Memories
Submit Your MemoriesMining Memories is all about living history and gives you an opportunity to submit your writing to writing.ie. This section is all about your recollections and memories whether from yesterday or from fifty years ago. What can you remember of your school days? What was the most dramatic incident in your life? Share your memories and help build the National Folklore Collection to reflect the lives of Irish people, wherever they are living. We are keen to see all kinds of memories in submissions of up to 1500 words, poetry or prose.
Nights of 1969 by Angela McCabe
Reservoirs of psychic energy released, our soul’s spiritual longings burst open a riotous carnival of colour, chaos and song. Brightly lit Mondrian floor blue, yellow, green, orange, red, turns your...
On Being Sixty by Declan Molloy
It was bad enough on that one particular morning ten years ago when I realised I was fifty. Of course I could understand that it was just a number. And...
Remember by Declan Molloy
Martin Casey could not spell the word ‘remember’ no matter how hard he tried. ‘Rem-em-em-em, he’d stutter. ‘No, no no,’ roared O’Leary, ‘spell it again.’ ‘Re… m… m… em…’ ‘Oh...
Floury Potatoes by Declan Molloy
What is it? What is this damn fetish we have in Ireland for floury potatoes? What is it that compels our people to drive all the moisture from the humble...
A Glimpse into my Life by Kristina Bowman
I was born to a poor family. My mom, a completely passive, caring, introverted hermit, and my dad an abusive and aggressive alcoholic. I grew up by the “old school”...
The Mission in Ballykinn by Michael Clemenger
Characters and their biographies Tom Mac Carthy (Tom) – worked on the buildings in England and inherited the pub from his late uncle Seamus. Mrs Mac (Perpetua) – only daughter...
This Evening Might Come Wet By Evelyn Killeen McCrann
‘Now lads, this evening might come wet’ was the usual announcement my father would make as he stood up from HIS chair. The chair was located closest to the back...
Mislaid Memories by Michael Connolly
As my old long departed friend Ernie used to say “old age is not for the fainthearted” and who was I to argue with Ernie’s take on the subject: as...
Temper Tantrum by Evelyn Killeen McCrann
We are all guilty of throwing temper tantrums at some stage in our childhood. However, I have been left with the impression that I, the eldest of five was the...
A Rainy Night in a Ditch in County Limerick by Simon Murphy
On Friday I took the train home to Limerick for the long weekend. I wanted to do something productive – visit somewhere I hadn’t been to previously. A brainwave struck....
