‘Am I no longer a child? Are so many of the years past? How quickly they have flown!’
Shore had good reason to reflect on her mortality
Frank McNally on 19th century engineering project that linked Tipperary with ‘civilisation’
Fr Edmond Walsh was a late vocation, having previously worked as a carter
‘So long as these people are here, we’ll never starve’: In the queue for Christmas vouchers at Dublin’s Capuchin Day Centre
The volunteers of Dublin’s Capuchin Day Centre handed out free €50 vouchers for Dunnes Stores to more than 3,000 people
A Passage to Innocence – Frank McNally on an anthology of old school routes remembered
Routes described range geographically from Caherdavin to China
Craicing the Case – Frank McNally on the origins of a cultural and linguistic phenomenon
I also lamented that the compunction to do things for the craic was not yet recognised as a defence in Irish courts
Frank McNally on a grand stretch in the evenings, a new Dublin restaurant and ‘Gloomsday’
Strung-out Joyceans will use any excuse for a hit
The woman who enchanted Proust – Frank McNally on the rise and fall of Gladys Marlborough
Gladys, meanwhile, entertained herself and guests with memories of countless former lovers
‘He never said that’: Frank McNally is tired of hearing a phantom WB Yeats quote
It was a week of oral exams as the art of storytelling excelled at parties and awards ceremonies
Fighting Farney – Frank McNally on the battle for his hometown’s ‘western front’
Carrickmacross's lopsided pub distribution seems to be indirect effect of a deeper division
Monumental misstep: Frank McNally on the ‘tragedy’ of a great Irish sculptor, John Hughes
What should have been the peak of the sculptor’s career was doomed to coincide with what the Chinese call interesting times
Frank McNally: Investigating the mystery of the black stork’s Irish roots
This beautiful and shy bird is a rare visitor now, but that may not always have been the case
Bognor Bodies – Frank McNally on the Irish literary connections of an English seaside town
Its English origins stem from a holiday James Joyce and his family spent there in the summer of 1923
‘The cadet was now descending rapidly towards Cavan without any training in the use of a parachute’
The lesson for the day in question was how to deal with an aircraft when it stalled and went into a spin
Bitter Harvest – Frank McNally on the darker side of farming in Flanders and the Somme
Body parts are still being found, exhumed, and if possible identified
Fields of Gold – Frank McNally on the rise and fall of a colourful Monaghan family
Theirs was an old English surname, derived from proximity to cornfields or work as a harvester