The veil is thin at the Celtic New Year…

The veil between life and death is at its thinnest now, they claim in our Celtic traditions, its the time for ghost stories…

Our tradition of storytelling is kept alive with ghost stories, there was no need for Nightmare on Elm Street when I was a kid.

A tradition being slowly lost these days.!

Our home place in Aughagreagh, North Longford – since done up by its current owners – was the site of supposed hauntings, but not as many as the nearby farm of Willie Carty’s, my dads cousin…

War Dead

I am still getting stories together from the family, and our supposed cousins the Doppings – according to the Duignan Family Tree – keep turning up odd stories.

The death of John Darrell Boyd was a career anticlimax compared to his fathers. An airman on his way to his posting, his ship was sunk by U96 before it became famous.

A pale reflection on his fathers career, whose heroics at Gheluvelt are remembered at this time of the year…

Reflections on COVID19

Our country is in lockdown again, with a 5km limit bringing us back a hundred years to the average daily circuit a person had.

In those simpler times, an animal in a hedge became a púca, the burning gasses on the bogs were Jack o Lanterns… more plentiful then was the banshee whose cries few admit to hearing in these more modern times…


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