Tinteán offers its warmest wishes to Ireland’s new President, Catherine Connelly. Continue reading
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Eureka Dinner 2025: Celebrating Democracy with Malcolm Turnbull
A powerful endorsement of Democracy in Australia by Malcolm Turnbull, and reflections of the failed Republic Referendum. Continue reading
Ireland’s Daughters: The Earl Grey Orphans Who Shaped Australia. How a Generation of Irish Girls Transformed Exile into Endurance and Survival into Legacy
Maria left Ireland aged fourteen. According to the Irish Famine Memorial’s orphan database, she left Portumna as a Roman Catholic orphan of James and Margaret Maher (both deceased), sailing on the Thomas Arbuthnot to Sydney in 1850. Continue reading
Part II of ‘Family’s Our Way of Life’, the final part of a series featuring Mary Walsh of Trentham.
Mary Walsh’s life in Australia as a wife, mother and nurse. Continue reading
Australian bilingual poetry/prose poetry Filíocht/Prósfhilíocht ón Astráil:
Colin Ryan, Julie Breathnach-Banwait, Dymphna Lonergan Daonna Le Colin Ryan Táim beagnach daonna, a deir sí, pé rud is daonnacht ann. Deireadh na daoine féin nárbh fhéidir a rá cad is daonnacht ann: anam (b‘fhéidir), tuiscint, filíocht. Níl ionamsa (a deir sí) ach guth. Í ag taisteal i long réaltach, long neimhe, long lonrach, lán … Continue reading
‘Killarney/Ní Neart go cur le Chéile,’ May 2025
Literary tourism in Kerry and Cork. Continue reading
Only our rivers: a tribute to Mick MacConnell
‘Only Our Rivers run Free’, ‘It was a classic example of the right song, in the right place at the right time, recorded by the right artist, Christy Moore, because Christy’s career was taking off in a big way it afforded an authority and a whole importance to the song… Continue reading
A Family that Thrived
The story of an Earl Grey Scheme arrival, Margaret Walsh, and her brother, and subsequent generations in Purrumbete South. Continue reading
What we are reading, hearing, attending, watching
Beads of rain streak the window beyond which there is a violet tint in the sky as dusk begins to fall. Dim telegraph poles slip by. Then the chequerboard of yellow and black at the edge of a small town, and bubbled letters caught in the floodlights of an AstroTurf pitch. Continue reading
Holiday Reading: A Christmas alphabet; This is Our Town; The Best Friend; Conemara Faoi Nollaig
Always in a hurry, the fishmonger would stay in the middle of the street and shout out that he was there. Women rushed out of their houses with their aprons on. Clutching their purses, they queued for the fish wrapped in newspaper. Continue reading
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