Year-round connectivity flights between Shannon and Liverpool has been confirmed by Ryanair and has the potential to add 12,500 seats to the route this year. Ryanair reintroduced the route in March, initially for summer only, but has now confirmed the service will fly Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays right through the winter. Shannon chief executive Neil […]
Therapeutic effects of Irish set dancing in the treatment of Parkinsons
An Italian Doctor’s chance discovery of the therapeutic effects of Irish set dancing in the treatment of Parkinson’s disease will be the subject of an international Gathering event in Co. Clare next month. Dr Daniel Volpe who is the Director of Neurological Rehabilitation at St. Raffaele Arcangelo Hospital in Venice will present his research work […]
History of Irish Coffee
In 1942 Joe Sheridan was a chef at the flying-boat seaport of Foynes. At this time all transatlantic passenger flights were undertaken by flying boat – a craft that enabled sea landings in the case of emergencies, such as poor weather or lack of fuel. The flying boats carried some thirty people in an unpressurised […]
A history of ancient and modern places of worship in Ahane
St. Patrick brought the Christian faith to Ireland in the fifth Century A.D. According to tradition, he is said to have visited Castleconnell, and blessed the people of Clare from this side of the Shannon River. He is also said to have foretold of the coming of St.Senan to the area. Senan, the son of […]
The Maritime Influence on Limerick History in the Eighteenth Century
There are two significant considerations which are often omitted in eighteenth-century studies of the Shannon region and which appear to me to explain much of the historical legacy of counties Limerick, Kerry and Cork. These are the distance of the region from the seat of power in Dublin and London, and its relative proximity on […]
My Grandad…Plastered
My grandad, plastered all his life, though he never drank alcohol. He plastered walls and ceilings. And a master plasterer he was too. Bill Magner was his name, a tall thin bald man, and to my childhood eyes, always seemed to be stooped, as he rummaged his pipe bowl – which always seemed to be […]