Christy Wynne

  The Unforgettable Fire   A weird type of comparison exists between Parícutin, the volcano that began life outside a small Mexican vill...

Assylinn: More than a Graveyard  For many Boyle people the name Assylinn rings of death and the final resting place of a loved one. For an o...

Whenever I hear the old gospel song of the Plantation Workers of Southern Alabama – ‘That Old Time Religion’ – I think of our religious ways...

‘All changed, changed utterly’ (W.B. Yeats)             Walking the centre of my hometown of Boyle on St. Patrick's Day 2020, broug...

The Christmas Dinner That (Nearly) Never Was… It was early 1965 and I had just invested in my first car, a five-year-old black Ford Pr...

The Street Entertainer As a young lad growing up in Boyle in the 1940s and 50s the arrival in town of the street singer or showman could...

One morning recently I woke to the sound of a dog barking. Strange I thought to myself, I nearly always wake up to the sound of a heavy...