Hello, and welcome to this week’s Ireland’s Own. It’s the horse race that stops a nation and this week Gerry Breen takes a look at the atmosphere and excitement of the Aintree Grand National.
Eileen Casey examines the life and career of Irish artist, Phoebe Anna Traquair while Margaret Smith profiles the Irish-born American religious sister, Sr. Ignatia Gavin, who became involved in the care of those suffering from alcoholism. Because of her work she became known as the alcoholic’s ‘Angel of Hope’.
In his Role of the Irish in WW2 series Con McGrath tells the story of Sir Edgar Ludlow-Hewitt, the Cork-born commander of RAF Bomber Command from 1937-40. John Corbett takes a look back at practices and events associated with the month of April in the Irish countryside and for keen gardeners there are tips and hints from our gardening expert, Aileen Atcheson.
In an interesting piece on First Felines of the United States, Pauline Murphy takes a look at some of the cats who took up residence at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Scott Joplin, The King of Ragtime, is profiled by Jim Rees.
Mary Sherin continues her series marking the 90th anniversary of Ireland’s broadcasting service, whie this week’s original short story is Reactive Age Group by Breda Nathan.
Martyn Baguley tells the story of Sir Hans Sloane, the ‘Father of the British Museum’. Born in Co. Down in 1660, Sir Hans Sloane was a major figure of the 18th century who had a lifelong interest in natural history and it was his collection that was the foundation of the British Museum. Ita Marguet offers an insight into the life of the noble Irish-Spaniard, Don Leopoldo O’Donnell.
We have all this for you to enjoy alongside your weekly favourites. Enjoy the read, and I look forward to talking to you next week.
Seán Nolan, Editor, Ireland’s Own
Sing along with your favourite Irish songs – The Rising of the Moon And come tell me Sean O’Farrell, tell me why you hurry so, Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow, I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon