I usually held my father’s hand and would walk on the outside of the path as the hedges and bushes we passed seemed to develop a sinister aspect in the night shadows. Our footsteps resonated in the silence of the night. No memory of the cold temperatures of those nights remains with me. Only the joy of the special experience. Continue reading
I suppose Nanny Hanley sticks out in our memories more because of her photography. Continue reading
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She points out how the dog is happy to see him home too and the cat in her own way. The bougainvillea has grown wild without his care, the olives need picking. She then notices his inability to respond and offers her arms, in which he finally releases his emotions, relieved to be home again. Continue reading
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Three new Irish or Irish Australian fictions reviewed by book-devourer, Frank O’Shea Continue reading
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Upcoming Melbourne Irish Studies Seminar on Heaney’s visit to Australia in 1994. Continue reading
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Two new writers and one well established. Continue reading
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Three recent novels with Irish authors or Irish themes. Continue reading
He turned on his heels and walked out of sight like John Wayne at the end of The Searchers. Continue reading
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Sine fadas all over the place. Continue reading
by Eda Payne My first Christmas in Australia was spent in 1959 in Renmark, a South Australian town on the River Murray. We erected a big marquee in the middle of a paddock. The heat was intense, every fly in Australia had settled there and the food was spread out in abundance on the groaning … Continue reading
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