The Ulster Institute For The Deaf, Dumb And Blind 1897, Belfast
Memories of The Ulster Institute For The Deaf, Dumb And Blind 1897, Belfast
I went to help with the cubs and scouts while at the teacher training college with Alfie Johnston and Freda Musson (later Freda Johnston). Frank Denmark was the headteacher. He had served in the war and lost a leg. Though he had a false one fitted, it was not very comfortable and often he could be seen moving about on cructhes. The interior of the school was in poor condition and a new school was opened at Jordanstown, Newtownabbey 1963. I went there to teach blind children and remained there until 1981 when I became principal of Longstone School for slow learners at Dundonald.
Belfast & local memories
Read and share memories of Belfast and County Antrim inspired by Frith photos.
A Day With my Granny Baird
back in the years 1947 /1950 ,my grand mother and I would spend a day at Hazelwood ,if I recall correctly by the steps they had a little carnival ,then we would make our way to the Floral hall ,which in those days had a silver tea room ,whiter than white table cloths ,the waitress,s dressed in black with white pinny,aprons and white tiara,s ,3 tiered cake stands stood on the tables and tea was poured was poured from a silver tea pot ,I was in awe goggled eyed ! and I always recall my granny whispering in my ear that she had no money and we would have to wash the dish,s ,!! x
My late husband Jim played the pipe organ in this church. Our eldest son, Mark, aged about 5 at the time, used to go with him and insisted on sitting on the console with him. Although we lived in the area during the troubles, we were sufficiently removed from it to be able to feel fairly secure.
Growing up in Gilnahirk
My family moved from Leeds, Yorks to Gilnahirk when I was 11 months old - my parents had a house built in Gilnahirk Walk and we moved in when I was two. I and my two sisters had an idyllic childhood, we had so many places to play. There was 'the tennis courts' or rather the wasteland around the courts (which belonged to the Presbyterian church) that included occasional ponds with frogspawn - we could get in from the back corner of our garden. Then there was 'down the lane' (with its secret parallel path) which ran from the Walk to the Gilnahirk Road, past the old mill and the stone built old mill house. This path was once the old mill race. Part way down were 'the big trees' where we spent many an hour and where the community would have a bonfire on Halloween (even after the fireworks were banned - but we still had our lanterns made from a scraped out turnip). Slightly further... Read more
Growing up With The Troubles
I was lucky in that I lived in an area that was not often touched by the violence that was going on in Northern Ireland at the time, but a telephone conversation with my mum in recent days brought back memories of life in Belfast when 'the troubles' were in full swing. She had just heard the news of the recent car bomb left in the Victoria shopping centre and heard the sound of the explosion in the background on the TV news. The sound brought back memories of the time she was in Belfast town centre, shopping, but when she went to get her bus, they had been suspended (as they so often were). So she sat on a bench outside the City Hall and listened to the chaos and the sound of several explosions going off around her. I too remember being stranded in town in the '70's because the buses were off - standing in one of those side roads that run parallel to the... Read more
I was a member of the swimming fraternity in the 50's and Isabeal's was a regular hangout for many of my friends. I still vividly remember Matthew who was quite a vivid character.
Looking For my Past - Maybe You Are A Part of it
I clicked 1860 because that's as far back as the choices went. Perhaps someone who has deep roots in Belfast might recollect a piece of my story. It begins with the birth of Margaret Jeffrey in 1828. Her mother was Margaret Kahey, but, for this Margaret, I have no dates and no parents. Margaret Jeffrey grew up and married Hugh Hayes, b. 1830. After that, my story follows 2 paths. One says that Margaret and Hugh had 3 children, Thomas b. 1844, Martha b. 1856 and Agnes b. 1865. One record states that Thomas was born on a ship coming from Ireland! The other story comes from a Passenger Contract Ticket, H.C. Bowden, 24, Donegal-Quay, Belfast. The ship was the Nelson Village, registered in Burthen, leaving Belfast for Quebec on 8 May 1847. The contract notes their accommodations as steerage and quotes the amount of rations their payment allotted them.The names and ages on the contract are Hugh Hayes, age 65, and Margaret (21), Mary (19), William (15), Elenor... Read more
Coffee |Bar Cowboys
After school - Belfast Royal Academy - a liitle gang of us would take the bus down to Royal Avenue and head for the Lombard restaurant in Lombard Street. It was a very comfortable, spacious place, founded by the Ulster Temperance Society and open evenings too, where you could sit as long as you liked, with waitress service, over a cup of tea. It'd be packed with school students in the mid-late afternoon.
Later we transferred our loyalties to Isibeal's coffee bar, down a narrow street opposite the City Hall. It was smaller and quieter there. Matthew and Joyce looked after us and let us sit for hours over that single cup of tea. Van Morrison and his band "Them" would wander in some afternoons. Isibeal's was open all evening too. Tnere was no need for underage boozing in some grotty pub.
Does anyone else recall those days of innocent enjoyment I wonder?