Donegal – Colin Brady

The Ports and Harbours Tribunal in Killybegs, 1926

Transcript of Newspaper Report on The Ports and Harbours Tribunal in Killybegs, provided here for local history researchers Published on the 21st October 1926 Why Killybegs Port Failed, Traders’ Case Before Tribunal, Railway Promises Concessions From our Special Correspondent The Ports and Harbours Tribunal sat in the Marine Industrial School here to-day, and took evidenceContinue reading “The Ports and Harbours Tribunal in Killybegs, 1926”

The Mulreanys of Killybegs

Notes towards a family history of the Mulreany family of Killybegs, with reference to their links to the Wards of Faifannon and the Golds/Goulds of Ballyweell. I offer these notes in this rough format for the time being on the off-chance that they might be of interest to others researching the history of the MulreanysContinue reading “The Mulreanys of Killybegs”

1920 Teaching Notebook of Mary Mulreany

It’s taken me longer than I had hoped to get this second volume posted but here it is; the notebook used in 1920 by my great-grandmother, Mary Mulreany, for lessons at Niall Mór National School in Killybegs, Co. Donegal.

Sweet Memories

It’s summer and the icecream parlour beckons. If it’s available my choice will always be rum and raisin, and the first taste will bring me back to Killybegs and a taste memory from my childhood. My grandparents kept a tin of sweets on a shelf above the cooker and the only sweets that were everContinue reading “Sweet Memories”

Teaching notebooks of Mary Mulreany, Killybegs

Mary Mulreany (1878 – 1954) was a schoolteacher in Killybegs, Co Donegal. Two of the notebooks that she used for preparing lessons survive, although in somewhat battered state. Mary was the daughter of John C Ward, another national school teacher in the area who was involved in the revival of the Irish language, and MaryContinue reading “Teaching notebooks of Mary Mulreany, Killybegs”

A hermit, a lighthouse, a hidden garden

Saint Rotain. Apparently I spent a good chunk of my youth looking out at their hermitage. That is, if the saint ever existed for there simply is no real historical evidence. But if they did then the rock on which the saint lived was part of the view from my grandfather’s house for it wasContinue reading “A hermit, a lighthouse, a hidden garden”