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Tell Your Own Story: Mining Memories

Submit Your Memories

Mining 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.

Adventures of a Ciotóg by Colman Rushe
Posted by Colman Rushe in , .

I didn’t realise that there was something wrong with me until I went to school. It was the summer of 1955. I was not yet five years old and my...

The Old Bookshop by Michael Clemenger
Posted by Michael Clemenger in , .

Old  bookshops are places one goes to replenish the soul. It’s the smell of them old books that returns me to a time when they were more appreciated than they...

Looking for Irish Street by Ursula Troche
Posted by Ursula Troche in , .

I had a feeling I could be right about this, and to prove it, I went out that rainy evening, at dusk, crossed the bridge, and went to look for...

For The Love Of Max by Olga Maughan
Posted by Olga Maughan in , .

I was clearing out the shed after ordering a large skip that stood in the drive. I picked up the broken chair wondering how we had held onto it for...

The Pillar v. The Spire by Olga Maughan
Posted by Olga Maughan in , .

I remember climbing the pillar as a young girl, my friend Pauline and I would take ourselves off to town when she needed new clothes, I just tagged along. Her...

Children of Prague by Angela McCabe
Posted by Angela McCabe in , .

Neighbour Sacramental ewers, blessed salts cleansed and sanctified, visible forms of invisible grace. Relics in satin boxes, flowers, incense. Mary surrounded by guardian angels. Imagination run wild. Mystical monuments in...

Nights of 1969 by Angela McCabe
Posted by Angela McCabe in , .

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
Posted by Declan Molloy in , .

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
Posted by Declan Molloy in , .

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
Posted by Declan Molloy in , .

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...