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Openings ~ 23

Joy’s Entry – What a lovely name.

It is very narrow and connects Ann Street to High Street.

Home to several pubs, such as McCrackens Cafe Bar.

The Entry takes its name from the Joy family who were prominent 18th Century residents of the city. Francis McCracken, shipowner, married Anne Joy, daughter of Francis Joy. The Joy family made their money in linen manufacture and Francis Joy McCracken was founder of the Belfast Newsletter in 1737. It was first printed here in Joy’s Entry.

Henry Joy McCracken, a grandson of Francis, became interested in radical politics and joined the Society of the United Irishmen in 1795. He was court martialled and hanged at Corn Market, Belfast, not many yards from Joy’s Entry in July 1798, on land his grandfather had donated to the city.

The best view is from the Ann Street end.

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Openings ~ 9

Pogue’s Entry
Church Street, Antrim

Pogue’s Entry Historical Cottages

This historic corner of 18th century Antrim contains the childhood home of Alexander Irvine, who became a missionary in New York’s Bowery and eventually pastor of the Church of the Ascension on Fifth Avenue.

Unlocking the half door

His book “My Lady of The Chimney Corner” recalls his boyhood years in Pogue’s Entry and describes the lives of Irish country folk during the post-famine days.

2 cottages, The Chimney Corner is on the left.

Dr. Irvine’s concluding three words in ‘My Lady of the Chimney Corner’ are a fitting tribute to both his mother and experiences of his family life in those early times. “Love is enough.”

View from the doorway

The cottage consisted of two rooms.

Alexander Irvine’s father was a cobbler

The open fire

The Bedroom

The bed looked like it was 4 feet wide.

View from the end of the bed

The cottage is preserved in its original state as a tribute to Dr Irvine and a memorial park is located at the junction of Castle Way and Church Street.

The ladder leading to where the children slept above the bedroom.

Did I tell you there were ELEVEN children in the family, all reared in those two rooms?

Standing inside the half door

Narrow lanes and alleyways, lined with cottages and cabins, similar to those of Pogues Entry, once led off the length of Church Street.

Children of today don’t know they are living.  They complain if they have to share a TV, never mind a bedroom!

The buzz of cottage industry has made a welcome return to Pogue’s Entry with a resident ceramicist and it is possible to watch him at work at his own on-site kiln, the only one of its kind in Ireland or perhaps take part in one of his ceramics workshops.

Seasonal Opening Hours: June - September
Visits/Tours outside these months can be arranged by appointment only.

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He is Home!

@eolai The Digital Nomad™, has completed his epic #paintingtour of 3000+ kms around Ireland, while painting, taking photos, blogging, twittering and updating his Facebook account.

It was at 8.30 pm last night that I twittered:

The Eagle has landed. To hell with the pills, I’m having a drink to celebrate @eolai finishing his #paintingtour. Congratulations my Friend!

Throughout the epic trip, The Thirsty Gargoyle (Eolai’s brother) has produced a write-up each week with photos and links  and a map of the journey.

You can also see paintings and photos here
Not alone was this a painting trip and a visual tour of Ireland in all weathers, it was a  community building experience.  Friendships were made between Liam/@eolai and his hosts, as well as amongst the followers on twitter, as we tweeted and re-tweeted what others had said.

For me, and indeed for many other followers, that special tweet each evening “I’m in and safe….!”, was a joy to read and the great sigh of relief must have been audible across the land.

The hard work of cycling may be over, but some paintings need finishing and some are yet to be started.  A dog left behind in Dublin for the past three months, needs attention and ‘yo-yos’ for the rent and other bills need to be earned.  Several paintings for hosts will not be completed – by agreement – until after Christmas.  I have told @eolai not to worry about my painting until I am sixty five.

I am sure there will be more chapters to this tale, stories to be retold of people and places, and at least one book of the  epic journey.

It was an honour to play a very small part in the #paintingtour.

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Openings ~ 4

I took my camera for a dander around Antrim Town the other day.  At Market Square I found some interesting openings.

The building behind the gates is now home to a Firm of Solicitors.

The old Keep with a laneway beside it.  Perhaps these are actually part of the original walls that surrounded Antrim Castle and Clotworthy House at one time.

The lane through the Arch leads to the Six Mile Water, not far from where the river enters Lough Neagh.

At the end of the laneway I found the Boardwalk along the river. This view is looking back towards the town.  To walk to Lough Neagh, it is necessary to cross the river and walk along Lough Road past Massereene Golf Club, or return to the Market square and go through another entrance….

A modern roadway now separates the old walls from the Castle grounds.The blue and white hoarding that you can see through the arch stretches all the way around The castle grounds and means the public are not allowed access while refurbishment to Clotworthy House and the Castle Grounds takes place.  This work is due to be completed later in the year.

Pity, since it was one of the places I had on my list to suggest for Eolai! :sad:

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Nomadic Update

Some Nomad

Blogging
Photographing
Twittering
Sketching
Cycling
Painting
Repairing punctures (4 to date)
Podcasting
Eating
Drinking tea
Meeting
Chatting
Seldom sleeping
He is coming to see me…… eventually!

Now eight weeks into A Twitter Painting Cycle Tour of Ireland You can hear & See Ireland’s first digital nomad™ all while being a Class Study for students of the future.

You can follow week by week as told by his brother The Thirsty Gargoyle and learn about Eolaí: Painting Ireland through Social Media

I loved the Tweet from @AllanCavanagh

@eolai sleeps on the bike as he cycles. He stays in people’s houses to stay up all night painting.

For the latest peddling and weather info from where the man is at right now check Twitter - @eolai with the hash tag  #paintingtour

Now in Clew Bay… I think he might be tempted to stay…

Painting in Mayo to the sound of the sea - Photo by @eolai

At this rate it might be October before I see him.

Update on my Update:

Along the way @eolai/Liam has met some amazing people.  Some hosted him, fed and watered him - gave him tea, gave him beer or the stronger stuff if they had it.   Let him have a bed, though not all were slept in; 20 minutes shuteye on a couch and the paintbrushes were rearing to begin all over again.  They allowed him access to WiFi, it was what Liam most desired in order to update his blogs, deal with the torrent of messages on twitter and plan the next stage of the journey.  I think he packed three days into every 24 hours.

There was the lady in West Cork, totally unknown to @eolai who saw him sitting painting and arrived by his side with a pot of tea, a man size plate of sandwiches and I think there was a sweet bun or two to finish off.  She never gave him her name, but he was thrilled by her generosity.

Today he was mentioning the punctured tyres (see above) an another twitterer @aquaasho, sent this message back:

@eolai will send u down a couple on us. What type bike you on? DM me your address for next 24/ 48 hours.

Modern Social Media not alone allows us to communicate, it can bring out the best in people!

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Openings 3

Gateway to Kilbride Cemetery

The graveyard is on high ground open to the worst of the bitter winds and driving rain so common in this part of the world.

With the years, the ground has sunken in places, so it is necessary to watch each footfall.  At one point I almost fell into an excavated grave.  Stop laughing Son-in-Law… you won’t get rid of me that easily.  :lol:

Ancient and modern, behind the wall is Kilbride Presbyterian Church, the headstone to the right of the foreground is modern, though I didn’t take note of the date.  I wonder how the smooth polished stone will look in a 100 years time?

Turning 180° look what I found:-

Pride of place in the graveyard belongs to the Stephenson mausoleum, which was built in 1837 and commemorates several of the family, including four medical men.  Among these is Samuel Martin Stephenson, who died in 1834, he was ‘Superintending Surgeon in the Madras Presidency’.  Perhaps that would explain the Indian influence of the tomb.

In memory of
SAMUEL MARTIN STEPHENSON
Superintending Surgeon
Madras Presidency India
died July 1834 aged 50 years

Here lieth the remains of
James A Stephenson
who died at Killally
9th May 1839 aged 57 years

The doorway is well weathered and rusted, but if you look carefully it bears the name of a local man John Rowan*, who made it.

In the recesses round the mausoleum are memorial plates to the members of the family.  Battered by the elements over the 174 years, some were difficult to read.

Here lieth the remains of
George Alexander Stephenson
late Surgeon 3rd Dragoon guards
died at Brittas County Antrim**
28th November 1864 aged 76 years

Directly behind the mausoleum are four graves in a railed off area, so I was unable to gain access to the other memorials on the mausoleum.   Of the four standing memorial tablets in a line against the wall, the one on the right marks the grave of schoolmaster William Galt, a United Irishman who established what is believed to be the first Sunday School in Ireland in the late 1700s.  He also started a renowned book club which attracted many members, after the Battle of Antrim soldiers destroyed many of the school books by playing football with them.  He died in 1812.

A white headstone in the fore ground marks the family grave of a much loved local writer, Florence Mary McDowell.  Born in Bridge House in Doagh in 1886, she taught at Cogry Mills Memorial School.  She met her husband at the ‘tumbling’ bridge just next to her home.

In her eighties she wrote two books, ‘Other Days Around Me’ and ‘Roses and rainbows’, which recreated the Doagh of her childhood.  She died in 1976 but her ability to bring bygone age to life continues to charm a new generation of readers.

* Rowan, an engineer and inventor, established a foundry in the village of Doagh.   Along with various iron implements, field gates and ornate entrances, Rowan designed and built a steam coach and on 1st January 1836 drove it through Belfast where he had set up his agricultural machinery and boilermaking business in York Street.  He is credited with inventing the ‘piston ring’ which greatly increased the efficiency of engines.   Rowan was born in Doagh in 1787 and died in Belfast in 1858. A memorial to John Rowan stands in the centre of the village.

** An early name for Ballycastle is said to have been Port Brittas.

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Gallivanting

Yesterday turned out to be a nice day weather wise so I took my camera gallivanting.  We scrambled over farmers fields and an old graveyard.  It is amazing what you find when you are scrambling about in Farmer’s fields!

I found a hole.

… well I had to try it!

Yes.  that is my gloved hand just about through the hole.  It was kinda difficult to have my right hand through the hole, and then lean round with the left one to take a photo for evidence.  I didn’t dare put my left hand through that there hole.  “Why?” I hear you ask.  This was no ordinary hole!

The Holestone

On the crest of a hill of private farmland close to Doagh, in County Antrim,  sits a Bronze Age megalith known as The Holestone.   It is 1.5 metres high, with a 10cm diameter hole cut into it about I metre from the base.

The Holestone is an ancient Celtic Stone that has attracted visitors, seeking eternal love and happiness, since the 18th century.

Upon reaching the Holestone, couples used to promise marriage by clasping hands through the hole in the stone.   The hole will only allow the hand of a girl to pass through and that was then clasped by the man as they made their vows.

There is a legend regarding a black horse that inhabits the field in which the holestone is situated. According to this legend a young couple were married at the stone, but the groom committed an act of adultery on their wedding night. For this act he was cursed by the stone to spend eternity as a horse, never dying, and never able to leave that field.

I looked all about me, I found plenty of dried up cowpats, but saw no horse.

Camera sitting on top of the Holestone

and again

Not a sign of a horse anywhere!

I will keep you waiting until Saturday to see what I found in the graveyard! ;)

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A Journey Begins

On Friday 1st July Eolai will bid farewell to American Dog Dog, and climb aboard throw a leg over the cross bar of his mobile studio to begin the Painting Tour - A Twitter Painting Cycle Tour of Ireland

I hope that someone will be there with a camera to record the beginning as Eolai peddles out from the Studio.

Eolai’s bike rests outside the studio

If you see this bike as you are out and about, say hello and tell him Grannymar told you to do so.   Give the man a cup of tea and you are sure of a friend for life.  If you are in a bus a car or a train at least give him a wave of encouragement along the way.

Eolai I wish you a successful journey and hope the weather is as you like it and all the hills go downwards.  I look forward to you staying with me on the final leg of the journey and showing you some of the unusual high-lights in my corner of the world.

All photos are stolen borrowed from Eolai and you can follow his journey with @eolai on Twitter as he cycles and paints along the hi-ways and by-ways round Ireland.

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Plymouth

Plymouth is a city on the coast of Devon, England, about 190 miles south-west of London.

I have never been there.

BUT…. I have been here:-

With Elly at Plymouth Rock

We didn’t travel on the Mayflower.  HONEST!

I even found a Ranger!

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Travels with my Aunt

I am not talking about Travels with My Aunt the1989 comedy adapted by Giles Havergal from the Graham Greene novel of the same title. No, I mean a few days travelling through Ireland with my aunt who is almost like a second mother to me.  I have already mentioned the hotel and location in Limerick here.

Today I want to talk about the people.

We had a very special evening and dinner at the famous Collison table, often on view in the blog posts of our wonderful hosts for the evening, Lily and her son Tommy.  The chat was so easy that we all forgot about recording the event with a photo. Photo or not, I will treasure every moment for many a long year.

Gabriela - Dr Gabriela Avram - to use her correct title, found time one morning from a very busy schedule, to give a guided tour of Limerick University and take us back to her own office to see some videos of recent projects.  It was a whole other world to that which my aunt and I grew up in.

This photo of my aunt Mo and I was twitpic’d round cyberspace as we chatted to Gabriela.

During our tour we crossed the living bridge twice. The link is from an animated film that was produced by Gabriela’s department as a fundraiser for the project.

A view from the living bridge.

The Mosaic on the internal walls of one of the buildings.

The Flip Side

We were entertained by music from the Trio Birgit Burhenne, Joe O’Callaghan and Peter Hanaghan, members/teachers of the Limerick Jazz Workshop, while we had lunch.

Meanwhile outside:

Horse outside by Rubberbandits was the inspiration for one students campaign in the race for president of the students union at Limerick University.

On our journey back to Dublin a road sign jumped at me and We decided to follow the arrow.  It led to a sleepy village that will not be sleepy for long.  It had two churches - not remarkable for Ireland - and at lest one pub!  The pub had a plethora of flags at the front of the building and my aunt asked if perhaps there was going to be a wedding.  I think the event will have a little higher profile than that…

We were in Moneygall.

Now we will be able to say we were there before President Obama.  Suddenly my aunt was all interest so I sprung another surprise on her.  I drove to the Rectory to meet Canon Stephen Neill.  Stephen I know from his blog Paddy Anglican.

We were given a great welcome and heard all about the church records that prove Barack Obama’s connection with Ireland. His late mother Ann Dunham was a descendant of Fulmouth Kearney who left Moneygall, Co Offaly, for the US in 1850.  The excitement is mounting in the village as they prepare for the forthcoming visitors from The White House in May this year.

Yours truly with Paddy Anglican

I think my aunt is beginning to see my ‘blogging’ in a new light.  Thank you my friends for being so wonderful and making the short holiday a memorable one for her.

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