06-01 Robert Lost
The family was off to visit the grandparents in Belfast Ireland and passage was booked on Queen Elizabeth, the troop ship that had been converted back as a passenger liner after WWII. It was March 1947.I had to get permission from my teachers, and they gave me lessons to learn while away. Dad sent a…
06-02 2 Maryville Park
The magic associated with our trip to Ireland in 1947 begins with the home of our grandparents at 2 Maryville Park. The photo of the home is taken from Lisburn Rd. and shows the front of the house facing Maryville Park.Great grandfather Devon gave a home to all of his children but left them none…
06-03 Uncles and Aunts
It was when we were all sitting around the table in the kitchen that you got to know the family. They loved to chat, and I enjoyed listening to their Irish accent. “Ach Ay”, was what they would say if they agreed with what was said.They drank only tea, so I was included as well…
06-04 Giants Causeway
Anyone who visits Belfast and Northern Ireland will want to drive up the coast road in County Antrim. It is one of the most spectacular views in the world. That is where we were all headed in April 1947. You go through Ballycastle before hitting the first spectacular site which is the Carrick-a-Rede rope bridge…
06-05 John Cohn
His little shop was just across the road from our grandparent’s home. I was 13 years old. I remember John Cohn for his sliders (soft ice cream between wafers). John was an essential part of our visit to Ireland, and our grandmother's best friend. At least once a day we were over to see John,…
06-06 Bulloch Castle
Off to Dublin two years after WWII was a big deal, and it brought out a family discussion of how German pilots could find Belfast by the pattern of lights that were on in the cities and towns in Southern Ireland. The target, of course, was the Belfast shipyards that played such a crucial role…
06-07 Special Memories
If there was anything I remembered most from our family trip to Ireland in 1947, was the feeling of love and joy that was part of what we did every day. In Canada, Dad never seemed to talk about the past, but he was eager to tell us everything about our Irish history when we…