An Irish Australian woman garage proprietor and adventurer, Alice Anderson. Continue reading
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Aonach an Daingin The Dingle Fair
Then the jobber proceeded to examine the heifers and shaking his head he offered £16 and Dad emphatically said no. 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
Bishopites versus Therryites: an unholy 14-year war in Tasmania
This was the start of a 14 year war, which divided the Irish community. Enormous efforts to resolve the matter by many parties occurred at a high legal cost. 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
Antarctica – Ciorcal Comhrá: a traveller’s tale
Creidimid this is the most southerly Pop-Up Gaeltacht and Ciorcal Comhrá in the world. Continue reading
What’s on June/July and beyond
Irish in Australia: Irish-themed Movies, Tours, and Festivals Continue reading
‘Hear the echo from the barn barrel’: learning Irish in Newfoundland
Class took place on Monday night around the kitchen table, and it was always a relaxing cultural evening. Afterwards the chat continued often to near midnight. Indeed, there were times I felt transported to a farm house in the Donegal Gaeltacht of the 1960s and that I was not in Canada at all. Continue reading
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