Dead Man’s Money, a film by Paul Kennedy, explores familial tension and betrayal as Young Henry fears his wealthy uncle’s courtship with the Widow Tweed. This noir adaptation evokes Shakespearean themes, skillfully blending dark humor and character complexities. The 82-minute film offers a gripping tale of moral ambiguity and human frailty. Continue reading
History arrives at Tom’s door in the form of two younger detectives, who are investigating the unsolved murder of Father Thaddeus Matthews. Continue reading
It says something about our collective love of celebrity, chaos and flashy headlines that the subtitle of this book is the ‘Forgotten father, of Thomas Francis Meagher’…There is no doubt however, that the life and times of the father are a history worth telling… Continue reading
It had been many, many, years since my sister and I had been upstairs on a double decker bus. Just holding on to the two side bars on the steps going up was enough to bring back memories of running up those steps as teenagers and of boys using them to swing down without touching the steps, to the annoyance of the bus conductor. Continue reading
…his greatest contribution as an historian was as a communicator of modern historical research to the wider public…He was much loved across the UCC community for his wit, his outspokeness …and as the great proponent of the historic mission and proper modus operandi of the University as a community of scholars Continue reading
The QIA – home of multi-stranded Irish Australian activities – offered all manner of educational and recreational activities… Continue reading
He had a granddaughter called Rosella who had several children, one of whom was a son called Jesse Presley. In 1913, Jesse Presley married a lady named Minnie Mae. They had a son in 1916 called Vernon Elvis Presley. Continue reading
Each visit to Ireland runs deeper than the last. Back in the 1980s, I met distant relatives before hitching around The Republic. When I felt the Atlantic’s chill, I retreated south towards the equator and finally home to The Great South Land. From August to early October 2022, I crisscrossed Ireland, listening to RTÉ and … Continue reading
There’s a border in Ireland now
that began – some would say –
when O’Neill and O’Donnell
of Tyrone and Tyrconnell,
took flight from where the
blue horizon is swallowed up
by the feral Atlantic in Donega Continue reading
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