Great History site...

[:FI:Fenian]

And impartial too...

Thank Dog for the BBC

http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

It's the short version, but it's veryu interesting. There's a great section on the Holocaust and the arguments that people like David Irvine use to deny it ever happened....

http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/war/genoci ... line.shtml" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

[:FI:Falcon]

Great site Trev!

I love history

and especially British history.

When I lived in Limavady,

I spent 90% of my time climbing all over digs, ruins, castles, battle fields and burial sites.

The other 10% was spent sneaking into Mr. MacGregor's garden.


P. Falcontail

[:FI:Fenian]

[:FI:Heloego]

Father O'Rourke!

Great site!

[:FI:Dex]

WHAT???

You used to live in Limavady, Falcon? Tell me more, SIR!!

Aaaah, now the sheep connection becomes clearer..

[:FI:Falcon]

Oh, I loved Limavady

and Belfast !!!

I was five to seven at the time so when I mean loved Belfast

I mean I loved all the nifty toy stores.

The scary Santa Clauses and the raw meat hanging in the meat shop windows I could do without.

My grandfather was one of the designers of the Dupont factory near there. He (Pa), my grandmother (Nana) and my mom (Mom) lived there for three years.

We had a nice little house in Limavady; garden, nice neighbors, adventure and intrigue aplenty. I constantly argued with the kid down the street ... "America won the war! ... No it didn't, Britian did!" We were too young to understand that we were on the same side.

One of best memories was exploring EVERYONE else's gardens, green houses and tool and potting sheds. Dawg, I miss that!

The scariest memories were crossing the Shannon River bridge. It was falling down. Instead of fixing the darn thing, the politicians simply placed a fifty-gallon drum every ten feet or so so you slowly had to maneuver around them in a serpentine pattern. That probably helped with the speed forces, but looking back, it probably increased the lateral forces on the poor old thing.

British troops sticking their machine guns through the flap of their trucks and pointing them at your strange American wide-track Pontiac and following you 'til you passed wasn't too fun either.

Sheep, Gypsies, rocks, cliffs, sea shore, hills and Bishop's Head mountain ... I could go on and on; a dream of a place.

Nana was first generation Irish/American and always had thousands of fairytails ready for me.

Oh, and fairies, Leprechauns and Irish ghosts DO exist. I found several.

When I moved back to Louisville, Kentucky everyone made fun of my new accent.

Stupid kids, I'd give anything to have it back.


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[:FI:Fenian]

You'll always be a Mick to me

[:FI:Heloego]

...I felt like a kid again during my visit.