Kingston was young, keen, and, above all, fit enough in the summer heat to negotiate the dense forest in what was later named Hindley Street. On 6 November 1836, his thirsty dog came across what turned out to be the river Torrens; it was subsequently named after the Derry-born Chairman of the South Australian Colonisation Commission, Colonel Robert Torrens. Continue reading
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Filíocht/Poetry/Gearrscéal/ Short Story: Hugh Curran, Colette Ní Ghallchóir, Colin Ryan, Tommy Fogarty.
At the cemetery, Canada geese nibbled grass as my nephew played ‘Danny Boy’ on his saxophone Continue reading
What’s on October/November and beyond
Irish in Australia: Irish-themed Movies, Tours, and Festivals Continue reading
Elizabeth Malcolm
‘Ireland was in the blood, on both sides of the family. From our father, from aunts and uncles, and from our grandparents we heard tales of Ireland.’
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Involuntarily Irish-identified by the Nazis
Something strange happened : all prisoners with Irish names were packed off to a Prisoner of War camp called Friesack. Continue reading
What’s on September/October and beyond
Irish in Australia: Irish-themed Movies, Tours, and Festivals Continue reading
What’s on August/September and beyond
Irish in Australia: Irish-themed Movies, Tours, and Festivals Continue reading
What’s on July/August and beyond
Irish in Australia: Irish-themed Movies, Tours, and Festivals Continue reading
Kitty Parker: Transnational-Composer and Concert Pianist and her Irish Rebel Ancestry
Here is a brief snapshot of Kitty Parker’s rebel ancestry: Michael Dwyer’s sister Sarah married Hugh Vesty Byrne, Dwyer’s Lieutenant. They had fourteen children. In 1825 a daughter Catherine Byrne married John Keirghan also a currency lad, or child of the convict Patrick Keirghan transported on Marquis Cornwallis, 1796, who married convict Catherine Kitts in Sydney. John Leary, convict on transport Prince Regent 1824, married convict Catherine Jones in Sydney 1825 Continue reading
My Kerry Blue (English and Irish versions)
I liked him because he wouldn’t back from anyone or thing. No. He’d rush headlong into whatever he perceived an adversary and flail away like a mad thresher. Continue reading