With the passage of time Irish Catholics eventually did become part of the fabric of Australian society. With the coming of each generation, they moved along and some of them, up the social scale. But their ascent was neither rapid nor easy.
Susan has had international recognition with her interview on The Ryan Tubridy Show on RTÉ Radio1…The Irish National Foresters were a Friendly Society that commenced in Ireland and then started in Melbourne in 1886 …
they were usually ‘a reused glass spirit, wine or mineral bottle often containing a carved wooden cross, with a ladder leaning against it inside, sometimes (but not always) filled with water’. The water was usually holy water, or at least marketed as such.
McKinty’s The Island is a page-turner, and often quite chilling and surprising in the turns it takes.
From the beginning of European settlement, St Patrick’s Day in South Australia has been commemorated annually as a rallying call to express Irish identity in a new land.
My poem was written in English and in Irish, so I needed to find a suitable Irish term for a Dust Devil.
Fortunately for Rose Talbot, there was a backup Malahide – in Tasmania, Australia – to which Rose now moved.
The Irish language thriving in Australian soil.
For those Scottish Pattons who arrived in NI at the Plantation and remained loyal, life could be rewarding. Yet many loyalists ran afoul of monarchs who wished to assert the supremacy of their Church of Ireland
The sense of life’s possibilities that this family history suggests is intoxicating.