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Badminton at the Kelly Hall

“Members of the Holy Trinity Badminton Club, Portrush, pictured with trophies won in a very successful season.”

The Kelly Hall was used too for bowling and the Church Lads Brigade and other activities under the auspices of Holy Trinity church, Of the Holy Trinity Badminton Club, Cyril Davison started it up in about 1970, and I started playing there when I was still primary school age. It met first in Dunluce St hall – I guess that site became the Gold Rush arcade. The club was amazingly popular, so much so that Cyril had to arrange us in pairs, lined up either side of the hall, hitting the shuttlecock across to each other – as he said, it was the only way to ensure that everyone got a chance to play and practice.

The club then moved to the Kelly Hall when it was refurbished. The club developed really well and there were a few of the teams at various levels in local leagues, with awards like in the photograph above.

League match nights, and regular club nights – and some mucking about nights. One evening we were warming up before a game, knocking the shuttle around. One comes over and I swish at it. Unfortunately my partner Kathleen Diamond reaches to catch it, to start serving to start the match. But both her hand and my badminton racquet suffered in the collision. But at least me delivering the ‘Tele meant that I had pocket money to buy the replacement.

Jonny Dobbin & Cyril Davison, 1991; Cyril & Margaret Davison, 30 June 2022

Cyril & Margaret Davison were really marvellous, set up badminton at Portrush when I was a kid, working to get the Kelly Hall refurbished and courts marked up to play there, and got the badminton club up and running and doing rather well in the area leagues. Jonny Dobbin says about the 1991 photo, “That was the year that I won the most improved player in the Ballymoney and District league. Cyril coached me – and he was the reason that me and others from the club achieved local, district and country honours.”

I look for photographs of the badminton club but do you remember the 1970s, the days before mobile phones and not a million photographs of everything? I had only found the one photograph of the club, and then Clive Shorter produced a few more, of 1977. But David Downs says, “If only we had camera phones back then, knock knees Martin wouldn’t want any images around a badminton court even if he was OK at it.”

That photo, below right, of me practicing in our house, about 1974. My knock knees pose must have been good enough to earn those little medals and prizes, encouragement for improvement over the year.

My regular playing group was that under-16 team shown on the left (and all the lads were golfing buddies too – though I have no idea why Andy H has a shuttlecock on his nose). It was great tragedies that Sandra C and Janette K, school classmates, were taken away too early from us.

George Shorter remembers Cyril’s great humour. “I always remember Cyril walking into the Kelly Hall and asking ‘Can anyone ride a bike?’ If you replied Yes enthusiastically, he replied, ‘Well come and help me get this stuff out of the car.’

League matches meant traipsing around to badminton clubs at back-of-the-end-of-the-earth places – Hoescht social club, the Strand club in Portstewart, Aghadowey, …. One hall out in the country somewhere, so narrow there was just room for the badminton court, with about 1mm separation to the wall. Cyril and Margaret willingly going with the teams when required.

About 1977, and into the dizzy heights of the Minor C league, and photos include Tom Hentry, George Harkness, Tommy Peters, Eva O’Neill, Sandra and Heather Crawford, Thelma, and Cyril & Margaret, Sammy & Sadie and ‘the splendid array of trophies’
(all badminton newspaper cuttings courtesy Clive Shorter. But oh dear I can’t remember all the names, let me know of any blanks !!

An annual feature of the club was the 24 hour badminton marathon, for fund-raising. They were great fun, and especially the lovely cooked breakfast on the Saturday morning. We really appreciated the effort everyone put in to support the activities. Badminton marathon, early hours of the Saturday morning, I always remember, Mr Sam McGuinness come along, just sitting quietly watching, but just such as encouragement that he took the time to come out and support the event.

A story from me? It is Easter holidays from school. One afternoon, me and Kyle and George and Mark McC get the Kelly Hall door key to go in to play for a few hours. Oh, nuisance! the bowling mats are spread out. We push them over to one side and set up the badminton net so that we can play.

Later, the caretaker tells us: she had spent hours doing the laying out the mats and vacuuming them, to perfecto bowling green flatness for the match that evening. And we had just pushed them over to one side against the wall, and then pulled them back after our games. She had to do the preparation all over again. And we got the rollicking.

Ken Mcallister: “We used to watch the caretaker lock up after setting up the net for the evening, and Denny Mcaleese and I watched him putting the key under the mat. Two hours playing badminton – pure luxury.”

About 1977: Sammy & Sadie Kane, Clive Shorter, Cyril & Margaret, Tommy Peters, Thelma, Elaine Adjey, and oh dear but I can’t remember all the names – well it is 45 years ago !!

As well as at the Kelly Hall, Cyril also did badminton coaching at the primary school, including to Jonny Dobbin in the mid-80s. The badminton strip and the football strip are surprisingly similar! (“Those horrible sports strips for all sports. Absolute nipple wreckers!” , says Jonny.)

Photos, 1986. Sports strip, similar between badminton and football teams?
Cyril also taught badminton at the primary school, teaching Jonny in the mid-80s. Badminton. Starting back row left. Jonny Dobbin, Miss Steele, Richard Hassan. Front row from left. Shane McDonald, Richard Kettyle, Peter Smyth, Stephen Mckenzie
Football. Starting back row left. Richard Hassan, Jonny Dobbin, Edwin Burgess, Rowland Robinson, Nigel Smyth, Miss Boyd. Front row from left. Peter Elliott, Shane McDonald, Peter Smyth, Jason Quigley, Richard (Archie) Kettyle, Stephen Mckenzie, James Allen

Cyril was heading towards retirement in the late 1990s, with some months back and forth to Spain, continuing to coach badminton to kids in Spain. Jonny Dobbin, back in Portrush after uni, stepped up to take the club forward in the late 1990s.

Raymond Mcneill: “Well done Cyril & Margaret! An account of badminton days gone by. When the Saturday night at the 🏸 was brilliant, ending with fish & chips and Match of the Day! ❤️ it!!”
David: yup, agreed! Battered sausage and chips at the Dolphin, on the way home!

On the left: winners of the Ballymena & District League & Cup, 1999: Clive Shorter, Jonny Dobbin, Cyril Davison, Steven Hastings; front: Sharon Kennedy, Margaret Davison, Margaret Weir
Right, back row: ladies Sharon Kennedy, Margaret Davison, Margaret, Pamela Smyth
Front row: William Snelling, Stephen Hastings, Clive Shorter, Jonny Dobbin, Tommy McCarroll

Left: the junior members who represented Ballymoney and District at the Jack Wilson Trophy (all Ulster under-17 years old badminton districts) – Andrew Harte, Johnny Dobbin, Anne Hopkins, William Snelling, Aslan Bucukoglu
Anne Hopkins. “Yes me in centre. I was only around 13 at the time and don’t remember much about it but I remember going to Donegal and playing badminton in the tournament.”
Right: the Junior badminton club in 1991. Back row left to right: Alan Stewart, Steven McMinn, Jonny Dobbin, Cyril Davison, William Snelling, Chris Graham, Richard Weir. Front row: Rosemary Payne, Katherine Snelling, Claire Mclain, Anne Hopkins, Andrea Weir

Jonny records, “Cyril & Margaret were so awesome, they coached at the badminton club from about 1970, and they taught me at primary school sports as well, in the mid 80s. So appreciative of Cyril’s coaching, and that Cyril was the reason that me and others from the club achieved local, district and country honours.”

Aslan Bucukoglu: “Thanks for this article. I play 3 times a week during the season in Edinburgh and I remember Cyril every time I step on the court.”

Karen McQuilkin: “I have so many wonderful memories of playing badminton at Trinity Hall. Cyril was the heartbeat of the club, and I am very grateful to have been coached by him. “

Geoffrey McKillop: “Cyril was a real gentleman, a unique character, someone I knew very well back in the late 70s early 80’s … A great badminton player in these times, very involved in Holy Trinity in Portrush at that time along with Margaret his lovely wife. Both of them were very giving of their time & gave so much back to their community..🏸🏸🏸🏸🏸🏸

When I played in the 1970s, badminton club nights were Wednesdays and Saturdays. The Church Lads Brigade, CLB, with folks like buddy Kyle Miller, met in the hall as well, on Fridays. And George Shorter in Hamilton Place says he was in those two organisations and also in the Bowling club – he was in the Kelly Hall every evening of the week. At least as important as badminton skills, I’m sure that tact and diplomacy are important parts of any town or church activity, like with the Kelly Hall where so many different groups and users were vying for the hall. But I think Cyril and Margaret, and Sammy and Sadie Kane, were really great at just ensuring everything went smoothly. I think it was Sammy that pulled together a few bowling evenings, where the badminton folks would play the bowling club. As you would expect the bowling club won, but at least my rink managed one draw, our best result. I remember at that evening that Sammy spoke about the value of church togetherness and of the younger and older folks being together. Sammy was also a leader in the CLBs as well and the lads appreciated his leadership, with courtesy and respect.

And the example of contribution to the community too: sometimes with Cyril’s coaching would be interrupted as he heard the fire station siren and dashed off to serve the community. And the club played variously in Coleraine and Ballymoney and Ballymena district leagues. Jonny says of lots of late nights through the week and lots of inter-district events at the weekends, and really appreciated that senior members gave up a lot of their time to ship the younger players around the church halls of Ulster and then up to Belfast for the ‘majors’ games.

Steve McMinn: “Great article David. I played for Cyril and Holy Trinity for years and extremely honored to have been mentioned in the article. Since then I have played badminton all round the world. I recently moved home, where I still play and set up the local kids club at UUC, now called ‘Smashers’. I’m pleased to know that Cyril had recently found out that I was coaching the kids club and I was hoping to re-connect. I hope that gave him great satisfaction, as it would not have been possible without him. Thank you for sharing his story as I talk about him all the time, and I am glad he gets that recognition for all his work. With thanks, Steve.”

So, years of playing and coaching badminton at the Kelly Hall in Portrush and of supporting the Coleraine and Ballymoney and other leagues and clubs in the area, and their work and service in the community. So much respect for Cyril and Margaret Davison, for the parts they played in training up youngsters in badminton skills with others following on in coaching in various places based on their example, and all with the life lessons from their example too.
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Newspaper cuttings & photos, courtesy Clive Shorter, Jonny Dobbin, Andy Herron, David Martin

There were especial tributes to Cyril Davison, is this version:
https://portrushstories.wordpress.com/2022/11/05/cyril-davison-a-tribute/

Link to Index of ‘Portrush Tales’ topics, you will find stuff of interest, I am sure!
https://portrushstories.wordpress.com/2023/09/14/index/

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‘Portrush Tales’ by David Martin – Index of topics

15th September 2023: now, milestone of 100,000 views, 115 episodes, 62,000 viewers in 95 countries – thank you, and thank you for your contributions to this enjoyable social history story of Portrush people !

Portrush Tales – me & my family’s & your stories ; the history of the town and the peninsula, going back to the year dot – Vikings, Normans, Strongbow, Dunluce castle and the two Portrush castles, the O’Cahans, the McQuillans, the MacDonnells ; the ‘Great Institutions’ like the lifeboat, Barry’s, CSSM, the Northern Counties, the Metropole, the Girona, … ; the music scene, from ballrooms to the Kiln-an-oge to the Arcadia ; growing up, & school days at Portrush and Dunluce ; golf, badminton, tennis ; cinemas and Portrush Panto ; Jimmy Molloy and the Harbour Bar; ……. Enjoy!

New!
Three sweet shops:
(1) Ross, the Rock Shop
(2) LV Ross, Lower Main St.
(3) Stockmans, the Seaside Supply Store The summer of ’79 / Best years of our lives

(I) Benvarden: into the Lion’s den
(II) Causeway Coast Safari Park

Portrush, Ramore Head – Siganl Station, WWII

from Croc-na-mac neighbours, the Edgars:
Postcards from Portrush: Donkeys on the East Strand
Postcards from Portrush: Donkeys (II) on the *West* Strand

Sgt. Fulton – last of RIC, first and last of RUC
Empire builders, Organ grinders, Spanish ladies – it’s Portrush Carnival!

Postcards from Portrush: Landsdowne, the ‘Counties, & The White House

Portrush fishing fleet
@ Portandhu –
(I) ‘No Man’s Land’ at Portandhu
– – early years
(II) ‘Nobody’s Child’ at Portandhu – bringing it up to date

@ the harbour –
(3): “Fifty trawlers a week” at Portrush Harbour
(4) “Portrush as new fishing port: History is repeating”
(5) Portrush: HQ for Fishing fleet? Good times, bad times
(6) The Portrush fishing fleet

The Carnalridge sagas:
(I) the Bankhead years
– based on Trish Gray stories, 1960s
(II) Bankhead, Revisited
– based on Reba Jackson stories, 1950s, and earlier
(III) the McIlgorm years – based on Ian McIlgorm stories
(IV) the Millar Years – David Millar, head 1980 – 2010

The White House Tales, by Gerald McQuilken:
(IV) Socialising, by Gerald
(III) Styling, by Gerald
(II) Skiving, by Gerald
(I) Starting, by Gerald


Blog:Leadership at The White House

Development of Croc-na-mac & Rodney Squares, & Hamilton Place
1946 – the Year of the Prefab
Croc-na-mac: Tin Huts to Steel Pre-fabs to Brick Homes

Portrush Tales: The Two Sheilas – Sheila Kane & Sheila Brown

“Postcards from Portrush” based on the postcard collection from Sheila Brown
(I) The story of Eglinton St.
(II) the West Strand & Harbour
(III) Harbour Tales
(IV) the Recreation Grounds, renewed
(v) Landsdowne, the ‘Counties, & The White House
(VI) Diving at the Blue Pool
(VII) Portraits of Portrush: Patton of the harbour
(viii) Donkeys on the East Strand & the Causeway
(ix) McNaughten & the Causeway

4th July 2023 ( 2 1/2 years): 106 posts, over 91,000 views, 56,000 visitors, 88 countries 🙂
21 Dec 22 (2 years): 84 posts, 71,000 views, 44,000 visitors, in 75 countries !!
25 May22 (1 1/2 years) 53,000 views, 32,500 visitors
04 Dec 21 (1 year): 40,000 views, 62 posts

Cyril Davison – a Tribute
Her Majesty the Queen – Silver Jubilee visit, 1977

The Strand Ballroom in Portstewart:
– Part I – the Ballroom of Romance
– Part II – from Helen Shapiro to Engelbert Humperdinck to Eric Clapton

“Portrush Tales” from Michael White now living in New Zealand – great set of Inst friends, teenagers in Portrush around 1960 – great fun and friendships!
– Part I – from The Other Side of the World – Michael White
– Part II – to The Farthest Shore – Michael White

Readership – almost 100 countries with Portrush connections / interest !

Portrush Tales‘ read mostly in UK of course, but almost 99 other countries – United States, Ireland, Canada, Australia, Germany, New Zealand, Spain, France, Netherlands, Italy, South Africa, Sweden, Portugal, Belgium, Denmark, Austria, Greece, Jersey, Turkey, United Arab Emirates, Mexico, Poland, Singapore, Switzerland, Cyprus, Qatar, Norway, Guernsey, Tunisia, Isle of Man, Hong Kong SAR China, Kuwait, Finland, Thailand, Malaysia,Bulgaria, India, Philippines, Czechia, Slovenia, Indonesia, Ecuador, Cambodia, Vietnam, South Korea, Luxembourg, Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Japan, Zambia, Nigeria, Puerto Rico, Sri Lanka, Romania, Uganda, Dominican Republic, American Samoa, Taiwan, Gibraltar, Somalia, European Union, Brazil, Moldova, Côte d’Ivoire, Colombia, Croatia, Argentina, St. Lucia, Hungary, Maldives, Kenya, Malta, French Polynesia, Ukraine, Algeria, Cayman Islands, Bahrain, Mauritius, Fiji, Angola, Barbados, British Virgin Islands, Seychelles, Panama, Israel, Cook Islands, Serbia, Albania, Andorra, Lithuania, Saint Maarten, Iceland, ……

100 years of Badminton at the Kelly Hall

Our Mum: Maud Martin 1926-2022

Rollerskating at Portrush – into the Guinness Book of Records

Dana / The Brown Sisters series:
(I) Dana -Coming to Portrush
– Dana (Rosemary Brown) arrives to the delights of Portrush
(II) Dana – Summer job at Minihan’s, Portrush
– as young teenager, Dana works at Minihan’s shop, signs at Fawcett’s & then the Palladium
(III) The Brown Sisters at the Portrush Palladium !!
– 1964, summer season in the Edwin Heath show – her break into the big time!
(IV): from Portrush Palladium to Eurovision and beyond
– after the Palladium season: school, Eurovision – but with continuing connection with Portrush

Podcasts – Dana / Rosemary & Susan Brown
Dana – Part 1 – Coming to Portrush
Dana – Part II – Summer jobs at Minihan’s
Dana – Part III – the Brown family
Susan – Part I – from the Palladium to Decca Records and 5-year contract
Susan – Part II – Fun at Portrush
Susan – Part III – Music & The Big Nights in Derry

(IIa) Ramore St. development, 1960s
– from Ramore St, Garden Ct, Quarry Ct, ….. to the maisonettes
(IIIa) Portrush Ballrooms: the Palladium & Arcadia
– you know the Arcadia, but do you know the Palladium?

Leander House – “The Leander Girls”
– that house that was next to the Blue Pool – so rich in Portrush history
The Metropole – Ministry of Finance – Portrush’s biggest employer
– the most-read blog!
Portrush cinema (III) the forgotten Film Festival
– 1994, with Stephen Frears – but oh no-one went to it, no-one remembers it!
Portrush floods – August 1960
– the big floods around Dhu Varren
The photographer of Portrush (3) Destruction, 1976 
– that dreadful night in Portrush, August 1976

Great institutions
Jimmy Molloy and the Harbour Bar
Portrush – the Harbour   – amazing history of the harbour
Gregg’s dinghy pool, Portandhu lido – and my summer work with the Council
Leadership at The White House
The Night the ‘Counties Died – the Northern Counties – on the site of the ancient abbey
The Metropole Hotel – Decline and Fall
Landmarks of Portrush: Castle Erin
‘Teas and Ices’ cafe and the Great Train Robbery
Hamilton Place and the Charge of the Light Brigade – rather surprising discovery, with great history of the place!
the Recreation grounds – 100 years
Portrush CSSM – Summer is here!
Kelly Hall: Badminton, Burning, Bullets, Bayonets
“The Croc-na-mac boulevard!” – the development of the best street in town 🙂

My Dad: Sergeant Martin – ten years after his passing, in 2010
My Mum: Maud Martin
(in Madelayne Court in Portstewart, celebrated her 95th in October)

The Photographer of Portrush
(1) L’Atelier studio  – the studio on Main St, described by Trish Gray (nee Patricia Lee)
(2) Lee family album, 100 years  – 1880s to 1980s, story richly illustrated with your photographs
(3) Destruction, 1976  – that dreadful night in Portrush, August 1976

School days
I.   Portrush schools – growing pains – the development of schools in Portrush
II.  Portrush Primary School – Infants, downstairs
III. Portrush Primary School – Seniors, upstairs
IV. Portrush Primary School and the West Germany football team
V.  Portrush Primary School – P7 and the School Trip


PODCASTs (in a silly voice though): Episode 1, Episode II, Episode III

Sunday School Excursion to Portrush – coming to Portrush, excursion in 1950s

On the bus to Dunluce School – school days, teachers, activities, badminton successes, sports, ….
Dunluce School plays Billy Liar, 1980 – hilarious stories from Sheila K in Sixth Form !

The 1960s & 70s
the Belfast Telegraph: Portrush and the sizzling ’70s – news through the decade
Portrush floods – August 1960 – the big floods around Dhu Varren
Portrush, 1960s – the Swinging Sixties!
– news through the decade
Portrush, 1960s – On the beach
! – my toddler years, bliss!

That’s entertainment – Music, Cinema, Theatre, Barry’s
Portrush music: Showbands to Stranglers, ’60s and ’70s
– Kelly’s, the Arcadia, Kiln-an-oge, ……

Barry’s –
Portrush, Easter – My Day in Barry’s
“It is the cacophony of noise and the flashing of neon lights and the smells of sickly popcorn and of grease that hits you when you walk in the front door of Barry’s. And the electric sparking of the Speedway. And the excitement. It is Easter Saturday, the opening day of the season…”
Barry’s and the Wall of Death
Barry’s and the Helter Skelter

Portrush cinema
(I) 125 years – Pavilion, Palace, Picture, Playhouse – the story of cinemas in Portrush
(II) The Playhouse, year 2000
– awesome write-up of the years working at the cinema and cinema-going
(III) the forgotten Film Festival – 1994, with Stephen Frears – but oh noone remembers it!

Portrush Town Hall, theatre, pantomime, musicals, Waterworld
Act I:   Dramas at the Town Hall, 1870 to 1970 Town Hall, start and first 100 years
Act II:  Portrush Panto, 1970s and ’80s – the next 25 years until the demise of the Town Hall
Act III: Pantos – Waterworld 1990s, and at Town Hall 2010s
Act IV: Waterworld – The Musicals – late 1990s
(Act V – Performances at the Riverside – well the gap is there, but you will have to write it !)

Causeway Coast
“You must see the Giant’s Causeway”
Portrush development was strongly based on the GC
The Causeway Tram: “It was only a tram”
The Girona: Robert Stenuit in “The Dive” 
– finding the Spanish Armada galleas, Girona
Dhu Varren – The town between the ports
Coast path – Tides, Typhoid and Tornado
– the walk to Morelli’s and through the stories of the coast path
West Strand and the Boxing Day curse
– family stories  and mishaps….
Mishaps on the East Strand
– family stories and mishaps….

Golf
the Sandhills and the Triangle – the start of Portrush golf
1100s: Did the Vikings play golf?  with The Open, 2019

The development of Portrush
1850s – The Steam Train Cometh  – & the railway station, quarrying, train line and bridge to the harbour
Portrush – Living on an Island – wow so interesting look at the geography of Portrush!
PODCASTLiving on an island
The 1800s: of Trains, Tram and Tourists – boom times for Portrush and the Empire
The 1700s: of Trials, Tears, and Transport – Portrush impoverished, & big migrations
1600s – a Century of Trouble  
– the plantation of Ulster, Bushmills whiskey, MacDonnells & Dunluce wealth, civil war, destruction of Portrush castles, the Girona wreck
1100 – 1600: the Normans are here! – Norman invaders, Strongbow cider, Dunluce castle, Portrush abbey
1100s: Did the Vikings play golf ?     – the Viking era, & war hollow, & the Open Golf, 2019 !

Mayday! Mayday! Portrush lifeboat
(1) Prepare to launch      
– 1840s and leading up to the start of Portrush lifeboat; and films of launch, 1960s
(2) Tragedy and Awards, 1889-91
– fatal lifeboat call-out, rewards for quiet herosim
(3) Saving lives, 1900-1980 – rescues and heroism
(4) from A to B: Argo to Bergen   – the BIG call-outs, 1960 & 1965
(5)“What’s It All About?” – other news, buildings, training, developments, rescues

Lifeboat: the Bergen Incident    – the 1965 incident, recounted by Fred Williams
PODCAST (listen): The recording of Robert McMullan’s voice, of his view of the Bergen incident, is here.

With best wishes,
David Martin
November 2022
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(2/2) Causeway Coast Safari Park

Caroline D: ‘I remember Judd and Lucy Stephenson came to Carnalridge schol. Their mum brought in lion cubs one day in a huge cardboard box. We were allowed to look at them but not touch – just as well, as even though they were small, they had massive paws with very sharp, scratchy claws!

‘What a day that was! I remember thinking how lucky Judd and Lucy were!’

The Opening day of the Causeway Coast Safari Park was Friday May 17th 1970. Elephants were the main attraction at first, then, a couple of months later, having completed their quarantine period the pride of 22 African lions were released into their parkland on Friday 28th August, and they took their pride of place at the safari park. I wrote about those early days in the first blog, Benvarden: into the Lion’s den… worth reading if you haven’t seen it already.

From Daniel Tietze’s archive of leaflets, Benvarden featured strongly in the attractions for the north coast – it was a great success, a great crowd-puller. Kyra W writes, ‘The safari park was so popular! Every Easter Monday and Tuesday, so many visitors, the cars were grid-locked all down the Portrush line!’

And Kyra continues, ‘I worked as a zoo keeper there for ten years. Great times, and so many great stories from there! Like, one of the times that Peter the chimp escaped, he used a green plastic tray as a trampette. He sprinted from the opposite side of his enclosure onto the tray and bounced up the wall lol. He got over the fence, and then chased a young fella Mark from Coleraine across the car park. My granny Mcmullan was sitting in the kiosk said his feet never touched the ground as he was running so fast! 🤣🤣
‘No-one was injured, and Peter was quickly darted and off to sleep he went.’

And an advert of 1972, ‘THERE IS MORE AT THE LION PARK THAN JUST LIONS’ – with a little train ride, amusements, picnic areas, cafe, like in the photos from Stuart W above, and Sean S remembers, ‘And a bounce inside “Lunar Land”! 😆👍.’

Patricia G: ‘I was staying at Benvarden that summer and woke to the sound of lions roaring every morning – that was a bit bizarre, in the middle of Dervock!’

And Nan P says, ‘I remember it well! One time we were there, a lion climbed on the bonnet of our car, the ranger had to get it away – scary!’

Allison C: ‘A good read again! We used to go to lion park with Sunday school trip or with aunt for a day out
I loved the train and seeing all the animals it was very exciting for us 😂
‘I remember one trip, an ostrich put its head in through the small opening in the car window: I thought my mum was going to faint lol 😂

Between the Stephensons and Mr. Boyd, the vet, Benvarden proved to be an important breeding ground for endangered animals. The first birth, of five African lion cubs, came in 1972 – the first of many cubs from Henry the lusty lion. Henry had come to Benvarden to retire after his circus career, but who bred like a rabbit.

And the safari park developed beyond elephants and lions: other animals came in two by two hurrah hurrah: baboons in 1972, though they had the tendency to rip off your windscreen wipers in the search for peanuts. Sheila K remembers going to Benvarden ‘on a couple of bus tours – as my dad would never have taken his good car through where it might have got damaged by a curious baboon 😄!’

A puma, though it made the headlines in 1973 by escaping.

And in 1978, Bengal tigers are introduced, although at first they were cagey and cowered up close to the fence, being unused to such open space!

And in 1981, the park made history with the first baby llama to be bred in captivity in Ireland.

Benvarden was a great wildlife reserve, and timely in an era of consciousness of the worldwide loss of natural habitats. The park was world-class, but it opened to the background of the troubles and the world didn’t come to N. Ireland any more. Bombs and troubles and protests, and people avoiding crowds and nervousness of the chance of an explosion at the park that would release all the animals into the Antrim countryide. Power cuts in 1972 did result in the monkey cages opening, as in the newspaper article above. But other news that same day were of the troubles – bombs, IRA, burnt out factories, a russian submarine surfacing and calling for the end of internment – and the monkeys thought it safer to stay within their cages in Dervock.

Left, Gareth R: ‘Photo of me and my brothers with a lion cub at Benvarden, about 1974’;
Right, Stuart Walker: Benvarden 1982

Left, Lisa A: ‘This photo was at the safari park, 1980s – great hair! I look about 9 there, I vaguely remember that we met up with the others that day, and we went on a ride that really didn’t feel very safe! 😂
Centre, Gareth R: ‘Photo of me and my brothers with a lion cub at Benvarden, about 1974’

Right, Stuart W, Benvarden, 1982;

Kyra W: ‘I remember, a big fella full of confidence went in to fix the electric fence of the 17-strong crab-eating Macaque monkeys. Well, we warned him not to look at the monkeys or provoke them – but he went on in and acted inappropriately, strutting his stuff.
‘It wasn’t very long before we heard him screaming, Get me out of here! lol. They had chased him into the moat and pinned him up against the electric fence.
‘He came out very embarrassed and soaked to the skin.🤣
‘That put the big strong man out of him 🤣

Kyra I started 1988 aged 17 or 18, just out of Tech.’ Left, photo, 1994; and right, ‘That was me holding the cub, I was 22 lol’

Benvarden was privately-owned by Pat and Louise and they built it up to have 102 animals, of which 52 were lions, many Henry-ettas. But with the collapse of tourists from overseas, in 1982 it is up for sale.
The Stephensons were pleased to announce a new responsible buyer, reportedly with big development plans, but I don’t think the ideas of shark pool with dolphins came to anything.

Me, I visited the lion park during the 1970s; I went off to uni in the 1980s. I had scottish buddies come to visit but Benvarden didn’t feature on my places-to-see list. I guess I was never too keen on zoos, even spacious ones like at Benvarden, and like all visitor attractions they needs ongoing big investment to renew and refresh their attractivenes; my feeling was that the park was declining, conditions deteriorating, maybe better suited for kiddies, and I didn’t visit there again.

Lion cubs, photos courtesy Kyra. ‘He was a heavy weight boxer. Can’t remember his name for the life of me lol. Oh found him – Ray Close. He went up against Chris Eubanks.’

It was up for sale again in 1986. The number of animals had been reduced to 34, but financial difficulties and surviving reportedly only with donations of food from Crazy Prices supermarket. There are tax payment troubles and bankruptcy.

A decline, those last days at Benvarden. Visitors amused themselves by throwing in packets of cigarettes or sweets into the monkey enclosure, and Peter the chimp’s party tricks were to open the packet and chain-smoke the cigarettes, and to unwrap and eat the sweets.

Caroline D says above that when the Stephensons brought the lion cubs to school, they were warned of sharp claws and not to touch; the camel that broke the lion’s back for Benvarden was the girl inside the tiger’s cage, taking selfies. It was too much for the USPCA and in 1997 they intervened to take over the site, converting it to a cats shelter.

The smoking chimp Pete and his companion Freddie had just been re-housed to a Welsh zoo. Re-housing the other animals was challenging but a success was one of the pride of lions, 19 of them, moved to a zoo at sunny Marbella, by the end of that year, 1997.

Photos courtesy Kyra. Chimps, with Peter celebrating his 25th birthday. ‘Yes, Peter the smoking chimp, and Freddie the ejit, oh he always tried to copy Peter.’

Mixed years, under USPCA stewardship. There were lurid tabloid stories of animal husbandry, of headless corpses being found: putting elderly animals to sleep may or may not have been appropriate but sentiment had turned against the park, and 2006 seems like the complete end of the nature reserve.
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Looking back over the years, I am dead impressed that the Stephensons really seem to have a tremendous animal husbandry program, with Benvarden established as a world-class breeding reserve for African lions, and under the supervision of curator-vet James Boyd. The 1970s seem to me to be its heydey, with not so good years at the end.

Kyra thinks over her ten years there too, from 1986 with the Duncans from Kells and through to the first year with the USPCA, and thinks about the end of each day:

‘Closing time was at 6pm, and the crowds left and the gates were closed. The animals enjoyed the quiet at the end of the day, as their keeper-friends came into their runs for supper time feed and clean up.

‘Dusk, and the lights were dimmed, and the animals settled down into their houses or favourite sleeping places.

‘Me, I worked there for ten years. It was exciting, exhilirating, moving, precious, such fun being there. It was the best job that I ever had.’

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Other info –
With thanks to Roger McCallum, for Benvarden brochures of 1970 and letter from the family attic, and Daniel Tietze with his wonderful archive of Portrush photos and leaflets from his years here.
Overview of latter years of Benvarden – !!warning – not so nice!!
Other Facebook site, Remembering the Causeway Safari Park

Related blogs –
Postcards from Portrush: Donkeys (II) on the West Strand
Postcards from Portrush: Donkeys (I) on the East Strand
Sgt. Fulton – last of RIC, first and last of RUC
Empire builders, Organ grinders, Spanish ladies – it’s Portrush Carnival!
The Girona: Robert Stenuit in “The Dive”, 1968
On the bus to Dunluce School, 1970s

Portrush Tales’ by David Martin – Index of topics

Barrys · Family · Portrush - Great Institutions · School days · The development of Portrush · The story of Portrush

(1/2) Benvarden: into the Lion’s den…

About 1974. My eldest brother spends his weekends sanding and tackling rust holes and painting his first car, a purple-y Ford Anglia estate, out on the back lane.
It is a grey, miserable, damp Sunday afternoon.
‘Who wants to go to the Lion Park?’ he says. ‘Rain? It is only a sun-shower!’, he says. ‘Let’s go!’
Where’s the sun? I said.

So, outing to Benvarden, with 3 or 4 of us in the back of the estate.
Sunshine, after the shower?
No, it was grey and rainy all afternoon.

The damp weather affecting the car electrics. A lasting memory of that trip? Car, broken down in the lion enclosure, with the monkeys leaping on the car bonnet pulling the windscreen wipers off in their search for peanuts, and of lions sitting quietly, watchfully, looking at us, drooling, licking their lips hungrily, waiting to pounce if you thought to get out or even to open the car window to shout for assistance….

Stepping back…… 18th November 1969. It is coming soon! The Belfast Telegraph announces that the Stephensons / Trufellis are setting up a 50-acre reserve at Benvarden. Those great circus families, top animal trainers, and their sister Lucy will join after her tour with the Barnum circus.

Excitement is building, looking forward to the new lion park…..

Sheila Kane writes, “My first inkling of what was going to be set up was one summer’s day when I was out for a run with my grandparents. We were having a picnic, sitting against the estate wall along Benvarden Rd. and my grandfather said, ‘This time next year there will be lions right behind us.’
Well! you can imagine how my imagination went wild after that! Thinking about safaris and jungle adventures that I loved reading about in my dad’s old Boys’ Own annuals … oh the adventures I was going to have at this Safari Park! 😆

23rd February 1970, and Sgt. Fulton writes a birthday thank you letter to his grandchildren, written on ‘Wild Game Reserve’ -headed notepaper – Sgt. Fulton was good friends with the Stephensons and the Trufellis – and he says, ‘I am sending you a brochure of the wild life [Benvarden park] which will be open at Easter ….. you will be able to see it, if you are all good runners when the lions get going.’

His grandson Roger finds that letter in the attic while searching for memorabilia of him, and laughs that The Sergeant signs off as ‘Man’ – Roger’s name for him, his first words as a toddler, pet name used here even in Roger’s teenage years.

April 1970 and the Belfast Telegraph announces that an Indian elephant has packed his trunk and arrives at Portrush’s Causeway Coast Safari park, in time for the Opening day, Friday May 17th 1970

The elephants were the main attraction at first as the pride of lions are still in quarantine. Karen Monteith writes, ‘I remember going there with my dad. He had sweets in his pocket and the elephant snuffled his big long trunk in and stole all the sweets! 🤣

Other features and adventures developed in the play park alongside the animals. Daniel Tietze’s memorabilia of the early 1970s includes photos of his family trips, including being on the little train at Benvarden.

Sheila K, “The wee train was great fun … and the African hut style shops… I remember one selling plants and another ‘African’ souvenirs. Most of all, I remember the smell… the earthy, animal (probably dung??) smell on warm sunny day trips there.”

And then, a few months later, the lions big release day. On Friday 28th August 1970, 11am, the 22 African lions, ranging from yearlings to fully-maned seven-year olds, were released to roam on the range, and take their pride of place at the safari park.

Daniel’s carefuly archived Portrush folders are a treasure trove of tourist leaflets and information of the sizzling 1970s. It shows the big tourism push by the council and Tourist Board, with the lion park featuring strongly, up there alongside Royal Portrush golf course – Benvarden was a great crowd-puller.

Me at Dunluce School, Mr Binnie English class in Form 3, about 1976. Every year he took that group to the film studio at the university for an afternoon, I guess it was for practice of team work, script-writing and things. My celebrity moment was as guest interviewee, talking about animal security at Benvarden – I guess I had just visited there, but otherwise I have no idea why thattopic. My breakthrough to fame and stardom? Well, almost fifty years later – I still shrivel up in my chair thinking of it, it was so unforgettable, embarassing.

Barbara S remembers, “My dad was the vet at the Safari park in the 70’s. We were living in a caravan at the park while our new house was being built. Barry’s helter skelter was wintering at the park beside our caravan. During a storm one night, the helter skelter blew down on top of the caravan! We got a shock, but no injuries.”

George Lavery; “Ah yes I knew Barbara then as Boyd. She was a gorgeous looking young woman, as I remember! She may remember me with this story:

“It was my first day reporting to Benvarden Lion Park: I worked in Barry’s Amusements and they loaned me out as the Lion Park needed more staff. On arrival Mr Boyd informed me that before gates open to the public, all litter in the car park to be lifted and binned! Easy enough job I thought; what they didn’t tell me was that before the doors opened to the public, the ostriches are allowed to roam around the car park freely.

“Now I’m standing picking up litter in the middle of a large area when out of the corner of my eye I noticed this rather large bird making it’s way towards me, slowly at first. It looked quite comical, the way it walked, the head nodding back and forward as it seemed to pick up pace. At this point I realized that things in the distance seem small, but were now getting much much bigger and very quickly. Dropping everything and getting a head start on this overgrown turkey I began to run at full pelt. Mr Boyd saw what was happening and jumped on what could only be described as a motorbike for a dwarf, and give chase after the ostrich, with one hand steering and the other with a brush shaft.

“I’m sorry that I don’t have a video of this Benny Hill type frolic but your imagination should suffice!”

I will do the second part of this story next week, do you have memories of Benvarden and photos and stories that you would like to share, that I can include?

George Lavery tells me, “One story right off the top of my head is about the photo, above! Many years after Benvarden closed, when I was much older, I was staying at a B&B just outside Banbridge. One evening there I was sitting in the lounge talking to the owners and the lion park came up in conversation, and that I had worked there. The owner showed me a photo album, with the photo below of his young daughter in the cart – and it is me with the donkey!!

Sheila: “PS …. I’m a little envious of your trip and the excitement of breaking down under the watchful eyes of the lions and the terror of the monkey attack …. What a chance for David the Intrepid Explorer to save the day and lead his tribe to safety. 🦁

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Other info –
With thanks to Roger McCallum, for Benvarden brochures of 1970 and letter from the family attic, and Daniel Tietze with his wonderful archive of Portrush photos and leaflets from his years here.
Overview of latter years of Benvarden – !!warning – not so nice!!
Other Facebook site, Remembering the Causeway Safari Park

Related blogs –
Postcards from Portrush: Donkeys (II) on the West Strand
Postcards from Portrush: Donkeys (I) on the East Strand
Sgt. Fulton – last of RIC, first and last of RUC
Empire builders, Organ grinders, Spanish ladies – it’s Portrush Carnival!
The Girona: Robert Stenuit in “The Dive”, 1968
On the bus to Dunluce School, 1970s

Portrush Tales’ by David Martin – Index of topics

School days · The development of Portrush · The story of Portrush

Carnalridge Primary School (IV) the Millar years

“As a former pupil, I felt honoured to be appointed. I was Principal from October 1980 to August 2010. I was made so welcome. It was a delight to find that one of my former teachers, Mrs. Rennie, would be my Vice Principal, and the friendly faces of Mrs. Greer the caretaker and of Mrs Longman and Mrs Kelly were still there in the kitchen. The school Board of Governors were excellent, and as well I was blessed to have excellent teachers and assistants, and parents who volunteered so often to help. And most of all, the amazing pupils – we were all part of the Carnalridge family.”

David Millar, Head. Mrs Jean Baker, Miss Mary Rennie (former Vice Principal) and Mrs Lottie Leonard – retired teachers, attending the opening of the new school building

In Portrush Tales I only write about topics that I have some connection with or that grabs my interest. Me, I wasn’t at Carnalridge but nephews and niece were, and as teenager I’d be in badminton matches with Ian McIlgorm, and with my brothers we might go to youth events at Ballywillan Presbyterian Church and be at the Manse maybe after a watchnight service for a youth social with the Frasers – Mrs Fraser was a teacher at school I think. I got my NHS wire-framed specs from Millar’s the opticians downtown, before Harry Potter made them stylish so not available on NHS any more. And David Millar himself and his brother were Inst with my brothers, and buddies with Victor a few doors down Croc-na-mac, CSSM, etc. etc.. So, Portrush connections and wheels within wheels that get my interest.

The previous blogs on the school –
Carnalridge Primary School (I) the Bankhead years
Carnalridge Primary School (II) Bankhead, Revisited

Carnalridge Primary School (III) the McIlgorm years

So, to the Carnalridge business. James Bankhead retired in 1966, Mr McIlgorm took over as Head for ten years, then Mr Murdock for five years, and then Mr Millar. And David Millar himself writes, “I was pupil at Carnalridge Primary School myself from 1957 to 1963, during Mr. Bankhead era, then Inst, then teacher training at Stranmillis College. I taught a few years in Ballyoran PS in Dundonald before getting married and returning to Portrush. I taught at Killowen primary school in Coleraine when Don McIlgorm was Head there. He was such a great help to me and encouraged me to apply for the Principal role at Carnalridge – he had been so happy as Principal there.

David Millar: on the left, one of the teeny weenies, front row in the 1957 school photo;
above right, tallest, in the 1963 school photo

“As a former pupil, I felt honoured to be appointed. I was Principal from October 1980 to August 2010. I was made so welcome. It was so great that one of my former teachers, Mrs. Rennie, would be my Vice Principal, and the friendly faces of Mrs. Greer the caretaker and of Mrs Longman and Mrs Kelly were still there in the kitchen. And the school Board of Governors were excellent. I would like to say in all the thirty years that I was in Carnalridge, they were so supportive. In all that time I think we were always in agreement. They were excellent – the best that one could hope for.

The school as it was, rather drab looking, and 1982, sale of old mobile classrooms as part of refurbishment

“The school buildings had served the school well but with their age it was a continuous job of patching up and repainting of walls. As the number of pupils increased there was need for more classrooms. Some of the original mobiles were removed and new mobiles obtained. For lack of space two of the mobiles had to be sited on part of the grass play area. From the start I pushed for a new school building.”

“As well as the excellent working with the Board of Governors, I was blessed to have excellent teachers and assistants, and parents who volunteered so often to help, We had a great PTA, Parents Teachers Accociation, It was already established in the school when I came, and over the years the group had numerous fund raising events that supplemented the buildings and equipment budget. We were able to turn the old toilet block into a structured playroom, to set up a school library in the corridor for all pupils, and to set up a designated office and new staff room in the old building.

Nicola Taylor: “I was at Carnalridge Primary, went on to Coleraine Girls in 1984. No school uniform back then. I remember Mrs Baker, Miss Rennie, Mrs Patton. and Mr Millar, and Rev. Frazer who used to do assemblies on a Friday and help with lunchtimes in the hall. Also Mrs Millan in the kitchen… cornflake tarts, pink custard, spam fritters, milk at break times..”

“After school clubs were not that common when I came to Carnalridge. When at Ballyoran PS I had helped with the SU, Scripture Union, and I started the after school SU group at Carnalridge, and with the enthusiasm of several teachers we met every Tuesday. Other clubs such as sport clubs and French club also started.. The SU grew, and had residential weekends in Dergangagh, Ballycastle, Kilkeel and Belfast, and was for many years the biggest SU group in any N. Ireland primary school.”

School trip to Holland, 1985. Photo courtesy Graeme Elliotnote, school uniform has been introduced!
Front row: Peter Keen, Robert, Graeme Elliott, Jonathan Hutchinson, William Edgar, William Newton, ? , ?, Fiona Watson, Nicky Duddy, Thomas McVeigh // Front: David Lynn, Kerry Mcfadden, Lindsay McCaughen, Diane Duncan, Hannah Cavelleros, Victoria Young, Katrina Sharp, Patricia Hutchinson, Kellie Mairs, Louise Donaghy

Victoria Y / McG (in the above photo): “Yes, I was at Carnalridge 1980-1987. My memories include the freezing cold toilets 🥶 , Mrs Baker & Mrs Rennie were just the best people, and Mrs Millen? She was a dinner lady/supervisor. She was so lovely to us all. I also remember about P4, us getting our uniforms – I hated it, we were so used to wearing our own clothes. I also remember, about P5 with Miss Rennie, the first computer arriving, a BBC micro I think. It was kept in the corridor. Everyone loved getting to use it.”

P7 leavers, 1986 Photo courtesy Graeme Elliot
Back row: Stephen Gaston, Andrew Goligher, Craig Bellingham, Thomas Mcveigh, Marshall Berry, James Mann // Middle: Peter Keen, George Taggart, Graeme Elliott, Daryll, Nevin Gaston, Ann Taylor, Barry Hanson // Front: Melanie Brown, Louise Donaghy, Jacqueline Purdy, Stephanie, Tracy Kane, Donna Howard, Debbie Kane, ?

Craig B: “I think I was on that trip to Holland, just seen me self in a leaving photo! Unreal memories. Hope everyone’s well.”
Graeme Elliott: “Yes indeed, you were on Holland trip – with your arm in plaster if I remember rightly. Trying to row a boat at Duinrell with one arm!”

“Parents, teachers and volunteers were critical to so many areas of school life. All P6 and all P7 pupils had an Environmental Studies residential week in Derganagh, Ballycastle. During that week the pupils worked closely with the National Trust. In the early years we had the assistance of Mr. Hill Dick who taught the pupils about Conservation. It was great to have an Educational trip where all pupils in a class attended, and an additional Educational trip was offered each year to senior classes. Places visited included Belgium, Holland, Paris, Barcelona and London – few other primary schools offered such exotic trips.

Graeme Elliot: “I can see my dad in the photo! I think he has that photo, with David Millar is in it too. P7 leavers photo, 1988”

“We also had a number of trips to the Bobby Charlton Soccer School. A highlight of that trip was a tour of Old Trafford, watch United play and lunch in the Red Cafe, Old Trafford. Teachers and classroom staff and parent volunteers helped on these trips – without volunteer helpers these trips would not have been possible.”

Jenny Price: “I started Carnalridge in P5, in 1989, Mr Millar there as Principal. I had Miss Rennie for P5 and P6, and then Mr Millar for P7.
This P7 leavers photo is June 1991.” (Photo courtesy Jenny Price)

Carnalridge, trips: Educational trip to London, above, and below older group to Belgium

Laurie Y: “Oh my gosh, yes I’m in the pic of the London trip… I think that was 95/96 year, I was in P7. It was amazing, I remember is so vividly! Mrs Rennie was the best and we all loved Mr Millar,so many great memories. Derganagh house was the best craic!”

Garry McI: “David Millar… I modelled 24 years of affordable  school trips to Ballycastle on the awesome example set by David Millar when he included our small group of P7s in his school’s plans. Totally unselfish with his time, energy and commitment to his youngsters’ needs.”

Left: my dad, Sgt. Martin, with road safety prizes, early 1980s Right, Commemorstion of VE Day parade, 17 May 1995

Sheila K, down at Portrush PS: “Oh David, thank you for this write-up! Lovely tales and pictures … it’s like a whole other world to me! 😊We worked closely with St. Patrick’s round the corner, but sorry to say, we didn’t know Carnalridge so much at all. I know David Millar was a very popular principal and did a lot for the school to raise its profile and by all accounts was an excellent leader and lovely to work for / with. Otherwise, all in your blog was new to me … a little bit more local history! 😊

Miss Rennie returement, 1999. Ian McIlgorm wrote of his years, “”Other teachers at that time were P3/Mrs Hamilton and of course P4/Miss Rennie. Who didn’t love Miss Rennie? What a great teacher she was, even now gives me a warm glow to think of that P4 classroom.”

The four heads of Carnalridge, Messrs. Bankhead, McIlgorm, Murdock (does anyone have a photo of him?) and Millar. About Miss Rennie, someone says, “I smiled when I read about Miss Rennie. She was there for decades!” – her 38-year Carnalridge career spanned ll four Principals. And Trish says, “I was really fortunate to meet Miss Rennie a few years ago. It was so lovely. Given the number of children that went through her care, she was still able to point me out in the 1963 photo!

Patricia M: “As a teacher currently working in Carnalridge it is lovely hearing/reading about years gone by, the staff and pupils of yesteryear are always so well remembered. My fiancé’s mum and her siblings also went to CPS so I loved hearing about their memories too. Generations of families have attended CPS, it’s great to keep the memories alive.”

P7 leavers, 1998 photo

My nephew, Andrew Martin, was at Carnalridge in those Millar years. He had written about often coming out of school, with my mum and dad waiting for him, for a drive around the town, then to the house for snack and do homework. He writes, “I attended Carnalridge Primary School from 1998 until 2005, and was one of the last classes to go through all years in the old school. It was overflowing, with P3 to P5 classes exiled from the main school building to surrounding mobile classrooms. I remember the black stone hallway that ran from Mrs Harten’s Reception / P1 classroom all the way down to Mrs McCloskey’s P7 classroom. The P7 classroom lay opposite Mr Millar’s office. This meant that in P7, if any of our class misbehaved and were sent to the Principal’s office, we could listen and hear exactly what happened on the other side of the hallway – which always kept us in line. I became aware in later years that this was similar to a technique used in interrogation situations, though I never found out whether the CIA adopted this from Mr Millar, or the other way around. 

Celebrating 150 years, in year 2000

“The uniform at the time was the light blue t-shirt under a dark navy jumper with the huge Carnalridge crest on the front – there was never any doubt which school you went to when you wore that uniform! 

“From my time in Carnalridge I remember every Christmas walking up the hill through the back gate to Ballywillan Presbyterian Church to rehearse and give our Christmas Concert. I remember break and lunchtimes playing football in the school yard and Sports Days in the field next to the school building (where the new school would eventually be built). I remember our P5 teacher Miss Waide’s  famous phrase, when we “‘forgot our homework’ that we had not ‘forgotten’ but  had ‘chosen not to remember’”.  I remember the school trips that went to London, Paris and Amsterdam on a three yearly cycle – I got to go to London, a highlight being that I fell asleep during the Lion King performance in the West End!”

“Also, just for your information, the Old School was knocked down just after my time. I am led to believe that Mr Millar who was the principal during my time got some government approval for the new school building during a school trip to London (probably 2003/4).”

“The school grew from a small school in the old building to the point where, eventually, it was agreed to provide a new school building. It was sort of sad to see the old building being demolished but it had served us well. I found the original foundation stones underneath the plaster and had it and the old clock mounted on the corridor wall of the new school, to preserve them.

Graeme McDowell: Carnalridge pupil until 1990; opening the new school; me seeing G-Mac on the 1st tee at The Open at Portrush, 2019

“The new school was opened on 4th February 2009 by Graeme McDowell, a former pupil. Graeme was amazing and spent so much time with pupils, staff and parents. One amusing incident: I took Graeme round all classes to meet the pupils. Graeme chatted to the pupils, telling them about life as a professional golfer. In Year One he asked, Any questions? One pupil piped up and asked him if he was any good at golf? Graeme replied, “Sometimes I am, and sometimes I’m not!“

Shaun Connor: “I grew up in Islandmore in the 40s/50s, and locals had a choice of three primary schools, equidistant from my home – Ballyhome, Blagh or Carnalridge. For my sins, I attended Blagh!
The first two are long gone but it’s nice to see that Carnalridge is still thriving.”

“Mr. McIlgorm, a previous Head, had advised me to think carefully about ever moving from Carnalridge. I took his advice and never considered moving to a bigger school. I stayed at Carnalridge for thirty years. There was very much a family atmosphere in the school, and pupils, staff and parents were so supportive. I loved it and counted it an honour to be there.

Christmas card, 2000, painting by Garth Giffin (source: Kellie Mairs) ; Cutting the first sod for the new building, with the whole school, January 24th, 2007; new school, opened in 2009

“My thirty years passed so quickly. I have so many excellent memories. I’m a bit biased but can honestly say they were amazing, enjoyable years. The pupils, parents and staff that I met or worked with could not have been better anywhere. Would I do it again? Three big YESses!!! It is lovely to still keep in touch with ex-staff, parents and pupils, and I love to hear of their success. I keep in touch on social media with former pupils throughout the world. One former pupil even invited me to their wedding in Spain – it was such an honour.”

The roll is now 140 pupils, over four classrooms, and David Millar continues, “Carnalridge is a unique school. I keep in touch since leaving and continue to follow its progress. Long may the school continue to grow and prosper.”

And as a final comment on the school and to close off this Carnalridge blog series, Andrew writes, “Most of all I remember the kindness of many of the staff members in Carnalridge, from Ernie McCauley the school caretaker who was always so helpful, Carol who seemed to be an almost omnipresent classroom assistant in the school, to the teachers who always went above and beyond to help us. The kindness I was shown in Carnalridge certainly shaped my young life and left its mark on me as I went on to secondary school and beyond.” 

Coleraine Times newspaper feature, Carnalridge, 1984 (newspaper cuttings from Kellie Mairs)

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This Carnalridge series, thanks especially to Trish Gray who wrote up her story and started the trend, and Reba Jackson and Ian McIlgorm, and David Millar for this episode, and Andrew Martin all the contributors throughout whose Facebook comments I have ‘stolen’ and included.
Photographs from many sources, thank you so much – Trish, Helen, Jenny, Reba, Claire, Graeme, Ian & Valerie, Julia, & a number of others too!
Elaine Moore at the school.
Newspaper cuttings especially from David Millar and Kellie Mairs
Online archive: https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/

RELATED BLOGS –
The Carnalridge sagas:
Carnalridge Primary School (I) the Bankhead years
– based on TrihGray stories, 1960s
Carnalridge Primary School (II) Bankhead, Revisited
– based on Reba Jackson stories, 1950s, and earlier
Carnalridge Primary School (III) the McIlgorm years – based on Ian McIlgorm stories
Carnalridge Primary School (IV) the Millar Years
School days
I.   Portrush schools – growing pains – the development of schools in Portrush
II.  Portrush Primary School – Infants, downstairs
III. Portrush Primary School – Seniors, upstairs
IV. Portrush Primary School and the West Germany football team
V.  Portrush Primary School – P7 and the School Trip

Sunday School Excursion to Portrush – coming to Portrush, excursion in 1950s

On the bus to Dunluce School – school days, teachers, activities, badminton successes, sports, ….
Dunluce School plays Billy Liar, 1980 – hilarious stories from Sheila K in Sixth Form !

Primary school · School days · The development of Portrush · The story of Portrush

Carnalridge Primary School (III) the McIlgorm years

My teenage years playing badminton at the Kelly Hally, Ian McIlgorm was in one of the other teams around the area and we met up occasionally at matches and tournaments, and I think we met at youth club events at Ballywillan church or at the Manse there. Now on the topic of Carnalridge school, I ask Ian if he went there and he replies……

Ian McIlgorm: “My father Donald McIlgorm was headteacher from September 1966, taking over from Mr Bankhead, until 1975/76 when he went to Killowen Primary. During those years we lived in the school residence, the house two up from Ballywillan church drive on the main road. It has since been extended but I think still has the ancient glasshouse in the back garden. It probably now has some sort of central heating, which certainly didn’t exist in the late 70s. Whistling draughts and coal fires are my abiding memories of that house. That, and knocking golf balls from the garden out into the fields by Ballywillan, a great lesson in watching carefully to be able to find them amongst the tufts and cowpats.

The previous blogs on the school –
Carnalridge Primary School (I) the Bankhead years
Carnalridge Primary School (II) Bankhead, Revisited

“Don had been head of a small primary in Castlederg before coming to Portrush, where he took over from James Bankhead. My older siblings Valerie and Alistair started in Carnalridge in late 1966, and I started in 1967. Not to date people unnecessarily but Willie Gregg was a pupil at that time (as he reminds me on my pilgrimages to the harbour).

Ian: “School photo, 1967 I reckon. I remember this being taken in the school hall as I was not yet at school. Valerie would have been P7, Alistair P5 and I was pre-school. I remember Mrs Freeman and maybe Miss Rennie watching this pic being taken and making me smile!
On the right, me , 1970 – I look about P4 age (roughly).” Photos: courtesy McIlgorm family

“The school building itself had the hall at the end of the main corridor. The kitchen had a serving hatch. I can see in my mind’s eye the cooks, lovely ladies, but I can’t pull a name from memory.”

Emma D: “Dinner ladies had Mrs Longman in charge and my mum Linda Sutcliffe was there too. I can picture the others but I can’t remember their names.” And Jackie M: “My mum Mary Millen was also a dinner lady.”

Later, 1980s – Mrs Longman’s retirement, and photo includes “Mrs Greer, caretaker, the Rev J Fraser and a very young David Millar!!”

“P1/P2 were in the classroom with windows onto the field and Ballywillan. My teacher was Frida Davidson, who was married to Reggie, from Portstewart. Reggie and my Dad played golf together, before the Davison’s moved to Cookstown. Frida contacted me a few years ago, completely out of the blue, a lovely surprise.

Valerie McIntyre/McIlgorm: “Staff, 1966 /7. “A very young Frida Davidson is centre back – the other two may have been student teachers for a term? Front, Miss Rennie, Mr McIlgorm and Mrs Moore. “Mrs ‘Biddy’ Moore took P4 in the Church Hall, awaiting a new classroom – she taught us P6 & P7 girls how to knit mitts and scarves.

“Other teachers at that time were P1, Mrs Freeman, P3 was Mrs Hamilton (I want to say Yvonne?) and of course P4 was Miss Rennie. Who didn’t love Miss Rennie? What a great teacher she was, even now gives me a warm glow to think of that P4 classroom.

Bobby Ann: “A wonderful school. Both my children went there, the 1970s, and great teachers. Both my children loved Mrs Baker Mrs Patton & Miss Rennie, Mr McIlgorm was there for 3 years of my daughters time & one year of my sons time. Both had Mr Murdock & son had Mr Millar.”

“My Dad taught in the classroom in the old part of the building closest to the front door. P5/6/7 were all in together. There was a storeroom at the far end – I can still smell the stationary/pens/paints which were kept in there.

Headmasters at school are a bit scary: for me, Mr Logan at Portrush PS certainly was! Ian writes, “Opposite that classroom was the Staff room, not somewhere you wanted to be summoned to! Suffice to say I was disciplined like any other pupil and felt the cane a few times. Sometimes I even deserved it. Maybe. Others were regular visitors. It wouldn’t happen today and that is a very good thing.”

And Adrian H writes: “My sisters had left Carnalridge a few years before, and I was now moving up into the combined P5/6/7 class of Mr McIlgorm. I was a bit wary of him and so not looking forward to that September day.
We always had meals cooked at school, and when the Headmaster asked for a show of hands for lunch, up popped my hand. Then he said “And how many for school dinners?”. An instant dilemma! Fearing I would miss out on being fed, up popped my hand again. Short gap…then he says “Did anyone put their hand up twice?” I admitted my error and when asked why, explained. Thankfully no punishment ensued, but it was a scary start to term.

Someone’s memory is, “How a child is treated by a teacher /teachers really makes an impact.. My son is in his 2nd year of teacher training and I always tell him, Please please always look out for poor little children.”

Ian continues, “One year was the experiment with the clocks not changing. We were issued with reflective armbands as Daylight Saving (or not) meant it was still dark when walking to school. Always, lots of children walked to school, from every direction.”

About that Daylight Saving trial, RosPA, the prevention of accidents people tells us that clocks moved forward in March 1968 and for three years there was permanent British Summer Time (BST). Road casualty figures were collected during the morning (7-10am) and in the afternoon (4-7pm) for the two winters before and then during the trial. The data showed 2,500 fewer people were killed or seriously injured during those first two years of the trials – an 11.7% reduction. But the tragedy of a lad killed during the trial got such media attention that the potential for lives saved were over-ruled. The trial was dropped, and we reverted to turning the clocks back to GMT in October 1971..
David Martin: “Yup I remember that!! ..wearing elasicated armbands, bright orange with a grey reflective stripe.”

“Trying to be unbiased but my father was a great teacher, funny, unpredictable in a good way, a teaser who tried to bring out the best in his pupils, especially those who he felt were borderline candidates in the 11-plus. We were coached (clandestinely). I am sure contemporaries would remember the Brown and Spotty books of non-verbal reasoning tests which we were to hide if anyone unknown came in to school.

“He was particularly fond of geography, which I am sure instilled a curiosity and wanderlust in more than just me. We listened to a weekly radio education broadcast, details escape me, but certainly music was partly from that big wooden box with the circular grill in the middle.

Ian continues, “Break time (10.50 – 11am) was milk time. Those little 1/3 pint glass bottles were great. They must have stopped when “Thatcher, milk-snatcher” became Education Sec in 1971, stopping free milk for over 7s. I remember taking the crates to P1/P2.

Trish Gray: “Every morning a couple of P6/7 children would go outside to bring the milk crates in, and deliver them to the classrooms. The attached photo reminded me of what they used to look like in the winter – frozen solid! And in the summer, very tepid.”

Jackie M’: “Loved reading this. Definitely my era. I remember being in the same classroom as Ian as a P7.
I think the music programme on radio was “Sing together” with accompanying pamphlets to sing from.”

Sharon C: “My whole family went to Carnalridge, from 1963 to early 1970s…. Miss Rennie, Mrs Patton, Mrs Baker – three wonderful women…..and Mr McIlgorm, Mrs Freeman, and I can remember a Miss /Mrs Boyd…. Many happy memories. …Unfortunately I have no photos but will find out from other family members…Mr McIlgorm was a nice man, strict enough but fair..Miss Rennie was my Absolute Favourite. Mrs Patton was lovely as was Mrs Baker..”

“Great days were the ones where the bell did not go after lunch and we played in the field. There was a version of Cowboys and Indians, re-imagined as Town v Country. Those who lived inside the 30mph sign were pitched against those of us from Islandflacky, Islandmore, Craigahulliar and all town lands in between.

“Football too, was a favourite, but more so if Mr McIlgorm came out to referee. There was no team as such, just ad hoc chaos. I remember a tree in the corner of the field, an evergreen which we played around.”

Staff, about 1973. Back row, flowery blouse is Mrs Patton, blue jumper is Mrs J Baker, orange jumper is Yvonne Hamilton.
Front, Miss Rennie, Mr Don McIlgorm, Mrs Madge Smith

Nicola T: “I was taught by Mrs Patton, Miss Rennie and Mrs Baker.”
Stanley Elder: “Love it – that’s just how I remember Mary Rennie 👍
Carolyn M: “I have very fond memories of Carnalridge from the Mr Bankhead and Mr McIlgorm years – but sadly no photos. I loved the photos shared recently.”
Deborah S: “Miss Rennie, Mrs Baker and Mrs Patton three fantastic teachers. They made such a difference to my childhood memories of school.”
Alisha B: “I loved Mrs Smyth, she was my favourite.. She used to always give me sweets from her tin when everyone else wasn’t looking lol 💜

The newspaper above, March 1972, announces Mr. McIlgorm’s appointment as VP of the teachers’ union, then to be President in April 1973. Ian writes, “Don’s work with the UTU stuff was voluntary, after work. He made regular trips to Belfast including meetings of the ‘Executive’ maybe once a month. He would leave before the end of school, about 2pm, often setting the class art work to be getting on with.

“I think, looking back from 50 years later, I was aware that travelling to Belfast in 1973 and ’74 was not risk-free. My 10 year-old self accepted that as “normal” but not much was normal in those years – there were power strikes and demonstrations and roadblocks. He enjoyed though the characters involved in the Union business, and Don and Ruby – my mother, herself a teacher in Dundooan at the time – would go to the UTU conference every Easter in the Slieve Donard Hotel in Newcastle. More nerve-wracking, as President he was invited to address the NUT conference in Scarborough in 1973.

Back to the school, “As someone else has mentioned, the toilet block was outside – freezing in winter. Shiny loo paper too!! Awful. It did form a natural split in the playground so older children would tend to play in the part closest to the road. Chain tag games would involve the whole school, or at least those who had got to school early.

“I don’t remember if we queued to come in but I do remember the little sinks and metal coat pegs (yellow?) which were opposite Miss Rennie’s classroom.”

Thank you so much, Julie Shortt for this, the One and Only photograph from a pupil over the years 1966 to 1980, the McIlgorm And Murdock years. Julie writes, “Hi David, I was a pupil at Carnalridge PS when Mr McIlgorm and then Mr Murdock were the heads. I attach a photo of our school trip (P6 and 7) in 1978 to The Ulster American Folk park. I think the teacher is Mrs Murdock, wife of the Head.
“Names include, back row Emma S, Jonathan M and Gillian C. Front row includes John S, me (Julie Palmer), Gillian McM, Alan W, Deborah D and David B. That’s not everyone as I can’t make out all the faces!”

Jennifer Baxter: “I went to Carnalridge from 1972-78. I absolutely loved it and have very fond memories. I also have a photo (somewhere) of my class holding up our cycling proficiency certificates! Mr McIlgorm was the headmaster until Mr Murdock took over when I was in P6/7. I’d moved to Portstewart by then and he used to drive me in each day along with his own children. I have plenty more memories of the school that I could share!
After Mr McIlgorm, Mr Murdock, taught me for 2 years in P6 & 7. I smiled when I read about Miss Rennie. She was there for decades! She taught me in P5 and was really lovely. She also had an impressive knack of standing in front of you and reading your book upside down without any hesitation. I remember being very impressed by that 😂

“A very strong memory was an outing to The Giant’s Causeway. I think my dad was appalled at how many children had never been and organised a coach. We had lots of lessons around that outing, including a maths lesson on how to measure the cliff height by recording the angle of view from two positions. Isn’t it strange what detail the brain retains!?”

To close off the McIlgorm years episode, Ian writes, “After the highlights of being President of the UTU, my Dad felt the need of a career progression to move to a bigger school, and he moved over to Killowen in Coleraine – the photograph is of him there, in 1978. In all honesty the change to being a non-teaching Head was not straightforward and I think he really missed the level of contact of a classroom teacher.”

Debbie D: “I remember him as principal of Killowen primary school in the late 70’s early 80’s – always liked him…”

During his time there at Killown, there was a young up – and – coming teacher, a former pupil at Carnalridge, named David Millar. Don was very supportive, a great mentor, and said how much he enjoyed being there, and encouraged David to apply for Principal at Carnalridge…

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Photographs courtesy McIlgorm family, Julia Shortt, Trish Gray, newspaper cuttings from David Millar scrapbook & https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/

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Carnalridge Primary School (I) the Bankhead years
Carnalridge Primary School (II) Bankhead, Revisited


I.   Portrush schools – growing pains – the development of schools in Portrush
II.  Portrush Primary School – Infants, downstairs
III. Portrush Primary School – Seniors, upstairs
IV. Portrush Primary School and the West Germany football team
V.  Portrush Primary School – P7 and the School Trip

Sunday School Excursion to Portrush – coming to Portrush, excursion in 1950s

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Dunluce School plays Billy Liar, 1980 – hilarious stories from Sheila K in Sixth Form !

School days · The development of Portrush · The story of Portrush

Carnalridge Primary School (II) Bankhead – the Early Years

“Well David I have very happy memories of Carnalridge. I was there from 1947 to 1953. It was a two-teacher school then, two wonderful teachers, Miss McCartney and Mr Bankhead.”

(Photos courtesy & copyright Reba Jackson) Pre-school, at their Corrstown house, with cousin and brother and pets! / Centre, aged 7, learning to ride my bike / Right, aged 21, at Butlins Mosney camp 1963

This is 2nd part of series on Carnalridge – first part is, Carnalridge Primary School: Bankhead.

And Reba Jackson continues, “Miss Mc Cartney taught the younger children. She had us in a band playing the triangle, harmonica and drums! She also had us acting nursery rhymes to music. She also sent a few of us outside to look at Carnalridge sign and learn how to spell it!

“I remember when Prince Charles was born we had to write a composition welcoming the baby prince to our green and pleasant land. And I remember the first day school dinners were introduced – Miss Harbinson and Miss Smith were the cooks.”

“Mr Bankhead taught the older children. In the days before piped water, the older boys had to go to the well down the road to fetch a pail of water back for the sink!! And in Mr Bankhead’s rooom we got to listen to radio programmes like about the Ice Age etc, and Musical programs to sing along with them. We also had silent reading once a week in the afternoon and this instilled in me a love of reading.”

“And Mr Bankhead was a great gardener. He used to win prizes for his daffodils at Coleraine Show. I remember the older boys worked on a piece of adjoining land and made it into a garden.”

School photograph courtesy Helen Doey, who writes: “I went to Carnalridge 1951 to 1957. Great wee school. This school photo taken circa 1956/57. There are some names written on the back (not very clear) but some might recognise themselves. I am second row from back 8th from left. Teachers were Miss McCartney and Miss Moore, Mr Bankhead was headmaster. Cooks were Ms Smyth and Ms Harbison (I think) both beside Mr Bankhead. Can’t remember the name of the lady far left.”

Sylvia Van Elst (Sylvia Young); “Oh my goodness!!! I am in this photo and so is my younger sister Maureen … our names are in that list too, Sylvia and Maureen Young!! The photo taken in in 1956/57 before my family emigrated to Australia in March 1958!! I remember both teachers so well. Mr Bankhead was my teacher in grade 6 before I attended Coleraine Intermediate School in September 1957. Such memories! I wish I knew if any of the students in the list / photo are still around. I have my original photo!
Are any of these girls /women able to be contacted? Rosemary Dunlop, Iris Taggart, Helen Wylie, Marlene McMath – of course these are their maiden names!”

“Miss Mc Cartneys teaching colleague taught at Irish Society school in Coleraine, and if their holidays were different she was free to come to see us in Carnalridge. She always brought us a bag of sweets to share with us – this was a real treat as sweets were still rationed until the early 1950s.”

We know Carnalridge as being a primary school, but when Reba was first there, there were older children too. She says, “I did the qualifying exam at aged 11 and went to Coleraine High School. As far as I can remember when I was there at first the children stayed on to ages 15 or 16. My brother was three years older than me and he went to Coleraine Intermediate school.” I see news that Carnalridge changed to being only a primary school in 1950.

“I was still at Carnalridge when it was the Queen Elizabeth’s Coronation, and we were given tickets by Portrush Council to have free rides on Barry’s amusements. Several pupils took part in the Carnival of Floats around the town. We also got a Coronation mug and a beaker and a shilling, all of which I still have.”

Left, Mr. Bankhead having assembled and watching a television set, in February 1952. ‘The Crown’ series tells me that the big growth of TV was for the Coronation in 1953 – presumably Mr Bankhead was away ahead of the time, making newspaper news!

Trish had said, “The original school was two classes. A third class was built in the 1950’s I think.” Well done Trish, that sounds like the extension work mentioned in the 1954 newspaper article on the right. (I think the Co. Derry Education Committee were a bit miffed to be spending on Carnalridge (in Co. Derry) when a portion of the pupils came from Portrush (Co. Antrim).) Advert for new teacher in 1955 says the roll as 89 – and three teachers, with backdrop of the assembly hall, are shown in the 1957 photograph.

Going back a bit earlier now, I find this photograph below, but my apologies as I have forgotten where it come from, whose photo it is – sorry! Does Reba recognise the photo, is she in it? “Well, I only recognise Mr Bankhead in the photo but a few of the faces look familiar. I am not in it myself, before my time I think.” And Gwen McK adds, “I believe this photograph is of pupils from Carnalridge school as my mother and her sister are in it,. Early 1940s we think, but I don’t know where the photo was taken.”

That stonework on the wall: did the school go up to Ballywillan Presbyterian Church for services? Reba says, “I have no memory of going up to the church except that we were encouraged to go outside and look at the new steeples that were applied to the spire! I also remember the new chemical toilet block being built. Sorry David I have rambled on a bit. Incidentally I would love if someone had a school photo during those years at school as I don’t have any!”

I count about 35 pupils in the photo, if that was the school roll call in WWII years.

Looking back, Carnalridge school is one of the oldest schools in Portrush to be still on the same site. During the new school building work, in 2000s, the foundation stone, 1850, was found, and I see the job advert in 1851 for School-master and mistress.

I imagine the school building then being low-key, spartan. I see a nice bequest though in 1892, and I guess building works being a upgrade,proudly leading to a re-opening in 1894, announced on the front page of the Chronicle in 1894. A prompt and punctual attendance is earnestly requested.

And well done to the Huey family, in Ballywillan: the Rev. James Huey working to set up the education – badly needed, judging by the carving of SCHOOE – and a John Huey administering the 1892 bequest.
Amazing, 170 years later, we look back and remember and are thankful for your great service. A great legacy, I reckon.

Elaine Moore at the school finds the register for 1903, perhaps the oldest extant at Carnalridge (National School); another example, Roll of Standard, as Public Elementary School, in 1944
There are many of the old school books – registers, roll calls, …. – are stored at Carnalridge school, should anyone wish to follow up on the school history, or search for their family’s attendance at the school. And Carolyne L writes: “I am tracing my family tree. My grandfather Daniel Henry attended the school from 1893 along with his siblings James, Joseph, Andrew and Edward. My father Hugh Wilson Henry was at Carnalridge from 1915 as well as his brothers Daniel Charles Henry and Robert Greer Henry. The family lived at Magherabuoy, Maddybenny and Macilvennon. These earlier school records are held at Proni from around 1890’s to 1930’s and the reference number is SCH 182/1/1.”

There was another round of building in 1910, the school with a roll call of 100. Pretty interesting in newspaper of that time, there is a little write-up of history of education at Ballywillan. I had thought that educaton in Portrush started with the church or school buildings, in 1840s or so – but this article talks of itinerant teachers maybe a hundred years earlier, in the 1700s, traveling from place to place; then with a school-work at Burnside, at Dunlop’s carpenters’ shop, in the later 1700s. That is a new understanding of the origins of education in Portrush.

​Fiona L: “My grandmother taught in Carnalridge  (about 1912 ish!) She was Miss Killen and became Mrs Hamill and then, of course, had to give up teaching.”

I presume WWI, loss of men, and in 1920s the roll call was down to 53. Mr. Bankhead sees the job advert of November 1931 and starts at the school, ushering in a new era, with pupils numbers up to 70 pupils in 1932, but with over-crowding – the class in the ‘small room’ has ten kids more than capacity, and the school is ‘badly lit, and unstable in many ways.’

Photos courtesy Elaine Moore at the school.
Robin Williams, in film ‘Dead Poets Society,’ brings his class out to the lobby at his school, gets them to press their faces up close to the glass to hear what the children in the photo are saying… They listen, and hear, “Culpa diem….. culpa diem.” Seize the day. Make the most of the opportunities given to you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vi0Lbjs5ECI

Claire Armstrong: “David I have been following your recent posts on Carnalridge PS. My late dad and his twelve siblings all attended the school – he was the youngest and would have started late 1940s and I’m guessing the older ones were there around 1930s – the photo below, about 1934, came from his oldest sister’s family after she passed away a few years ago, aged 95. There are four of the Kane siblings marked in the photo. They lived in a cottage at Roselick, which is still there. And Miss Rennie is a cousin of my late mum, so it was nice to read the story…. Many thanks Claire”

Shirley Vance (McIntyre): “I have very happy memories of my time at Carnalridge school in 1950 when I started my education. Miss McCartney was my teacher and was a lovely person. When I was ill she actually came to see me at home with a gift of oranges. She taught everything in her class besides the 3R’s. I learned to knit and sew. We played in our small playground games like pass the ball, beanbags and skipping with ropes. Great times. Not forgetting our school dinners which were great and our small bottles of milk and also orange juice.
“I visited the new building just a few years past and was welcomed by the staff and given a tour to see the changes. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the original school clock hanging above the door and also got to see the school register from way back when I was a pupil. A FANTASTIC School!”

The Kane children were at Carnalridge under Mr.Bankhead from his start in 1932 through the 1930s and 1940s. Reba was there from 1947 to 1953, and Trish was there, from September 1960 to June 1966. Trish’s last day at Carnalridge was also Mr Bankhead’s last day, him being given a cuckoo clock and retiring.

John M: “Mr. Bankhead filled in at the Irish Society school and taught me there for a year after he retired. Great teacher.”

Ian McIlgorm follows up: “My father Donald McIlgorm took over from Mr Bankhead as headteacher in September 1966, and was there until 1975/76 when he went to Killowen Primary. During those years we lived in the school residence, the house two up from Ballywillan church drive on the main road. It has since been extended but I think still has the ancient glasshouse in the back garden. It probably now has some sort of central heating, which certainly didn’t exist in the late 70s. Whistling draughts and coal fires are my abiding memories of that house. That, and knocking golf balls from the garden out into the fields by Ballywillan, a great lesson in watching carefully to be able to find them amongst the tufts and cowpats…….”

And that is the story for the next blog.

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III. Portrush Primary School – Seniors, upstairs
IV. Portrush Primary School and the West Germany football team
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With thanks to contributors – Trish Gray, Reba Jackson, Andrew Martin, Ian McIlgorm, David Millar, Elaine Moore, Claire Armstrong, Shirley Vance, Gwen McK, Helen Doey, and others!
Photographs are courtesy the contributor
Newspaper clippings from https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/

Family · Portrush - Great Institutions · Primary school · School days · Sports · The development of Portrush · The story of Portrush

Carnalridge Primary School (I) the Bankhead years

Trish Gray writes, “You were asking about Carnalridge school photos. A few years ago, Bryan Caldwell, front row, far right, arranged a copy of this photograph for Miss Rennie and also a copy for me.

“It is of the whole school, Carnalridge Primary School, about 1963. The teachers are Miss Moore, Miss Rennie on the left, and Mr Bankhead the headteacher and Miss Cochrane on the right. I sort of vaguely remember it being taken. I’m sort of in the middle. Look at the front row, a wee boy 5 in from the right with a patterned jumper on, then go up a couple of rows, and you can just see my head, I’m wearing a dark jumper. My brother Martin is on the back row, 4th from right.

“I don’t remember any other whole school photo, so maybe this was for some sort of anniversary? Miss Rennie reminded me that it said 1875 outside one of the classrooms, so it wasn’t an anniversary of that. Maybe it was related to some publicity around the new classroom /hall /canteen development? Who knows? 

“As you went to the very modern, new build Portrush Primary, you probably had inside toilets! Even today, 60 years on, I can remember how cold those outside toilets were on a winter’s day! Also you had things like a football team, with matching kit. Nothing like that at Carnalridge! 

Photographs, non- uniform day, Actually no school uniforms at all in those days! Photos, 1963 & 1964, of Trish Gray, alias Patricia Lee, & her brother Martin. The precious envelope of precious phoographs in his handwriting says, “..for Granda, Auntie Isobel & Family, Anna and Auntie Lottie”

“But we all felt loved, safe, nurtured etc. A very simple but special atmosphere. On the extremely rare instance that Mr Bankhead’s cane was produced, you were totally shamed, just because he felt he needed to bring the cane out of the cupboard where it lived 99% of the time. He used it to make a point, definitely didn’t need it to keep control, and you felt you had let him down by him having to use it! 

“Far more punishment than a single touch on your palm from the cane!”

Trish, school days living over on Dhu Varren, continues,”Pupils at Carnalridge came from the top end of Portrush, and from surrounding farms and from Islandmore, Craigahulliar, Magherabouy and surrounding towns. We had composite classes – P1/2, P2/3, P4/5, and P6/7. Many of us jumped a year somewhere, P2 I think. At morning assembly before the Assembly hall was built, us ‘tinies’ were assembled along the wall of the P4/5 classroom, where Mr Bankhead conducted Assembly from a door between the P4/5 classroom and the P6/7 room. 

“In P6/7 the highlight was listening to a nature study programme on the radio, on a Wednesday afternoon! School trips certainly didn’t exist in my time (1960-1966) but the nearest we came to it was an afternoon off when Gregg’s pool opened in Lansdowne, in 1966. P6/7 had a free afternoon there – thank you Mr Gregg!!! (Willie & Kerry’s Dad) I suspect it was good publicity though I seem to remember asking for extra pocket money throughout that summer to pay for the dinghies!

Trish mentions of Mr. Bankhead guiding the school children across the road to the buses. A dangerous, fast, dark road I think. I read of two tragedies in the 1930s, including one with Mr Bankhead himself and a friend when out walking along the road.

Trish says, “The original school was two classes, with a third class built in the 1950, and the Assembly Hall. There were about 90  children when I started, three classes. The school photo was taken just before the new houses at Glenmanus – I remember watching them being built – and the school expanded and a fourth class added, so four classes about 30 kids in each. The photo shows 113 children.”

“Then when it was bus time, Mr Bankhead would walk the children across the road to the bus stop, and waited till the bus came and made sure we all got on the bus. No pelican crossing then! And we knew who all the bus drivers and conductors were by name. Mr X, Mr Y… Not only that, they all knew who we were, which school, where we got off, and often our parents. There was zero bad behaviour!! As for travelling on the bus, as everyone will remember, children did not get a seat – Stand up, if an adult needed a seat!! 

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II.  Portrush Primary School – Infants, downstairs
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V.  Portrush Primary School – P7 and the School Trip

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Sixth Form at Dunluce School

1980. I am up in the Lighting gantry, up at the top left of the Dunluce School stage, looking down on the actors as they Exeunt left and they Exeunt right. I see Bobby/Billy’s Dad as he enters the stage – but he walks through the “wall” part of the stage set. Someone in the audience shouts, Hey he can walk through walls! Bobby is in a fluster and turns around and walks through the doorway proper….. then he pauses for the stage dramatic moment, before shouting over the buzz of conversation on the stage, with his big lines,

“Mother! Mother! I think she’s dead!!”

For the earlier scenes me and Kenny Robinson have been gently sliding the stage lighting controls, pretty heavy duty mechanical sliders, to fade up or fade down the lights for the scenes through the play. But this is our big moment – that speech is the dramatic cue, and we slam all the lighting knobs on this big lighting panel down to OFF – there is a big clang!! and the whole hall is plunged into darkness. It is the interval.

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
In this blog, the fantasy world of Billy Liar is meshed with the equally bizarre and surreal life of Sheila’s upper Sixth, a year above me at Dunluce School.

Sheila Chambers/Kane takes up the story of the play:
“Billy Liar was performed in my upper 6th year in March 1980 after we persuaded Mr Logue to resurrect the tradition of the school play. Jim Drain played the hero, Karen Hamill was his mum, Bobby Hutchinson his dad, Jacqueline Tomlinson his granny. Arnold Gribben played Billy’s best mate. Billy’s three girlfriends were played by Allyson Montgomery, Patricia Bell, and me (totally cast against type as ‘the tarty one!’ 🤪)

And Sheila also describes life in Sixth Form:

Brian Connelly had a wee blue Mini and passed his test before any of the rest of us, and I remember he would let me drive it occasionally (I did have my provisional licence) on runs round the coast road during free periods … can you imagine sixth formers getting away with that nowadays?? 😱 If we had crashed or caused injury to someone else … doesn’t bear thinking about!

Thing is – we didn’t sneak out … being very proper and sensible, Head girl, I was assigned to request permission from the vp, Mr McKee, to nip out (I don’t think I could possibly have told him we were going in a car!!) and for some reason he let us!!

Karen Hamill/Maguire:
“Yeah the bit about Bobby that you mentioned , I was on set with him when he did that – hilarious!
“I remember worrying about one of my lines having a ‘bloody’ in it 😳🤭. I remember working for ages to get the accent right. Then I couldn’t stop doing it .
“I remember Mr Logue believing in us and sharing home made bread with seeds in made by his partner at our late night rehearsals. And I remember some of my lines to this day.”

David Knox, a farmer’s son, also had a wee car – a mini clubman van, and I remember a crowd of us getting permission to go out, and about 6 of us piled in the back and went to Portrush to see Karen Hamill’s brother’s wedding at Portrush Presbyterian. We watched the wedding party go in (Karen in a splendid bridesmaid’s outfit), then sat unobtrusively at the back of the church for the ceremony, and then had chips from Rudi’s and headed back to school!
Even as I’m typing this I’m thinking, did that really happen??

Oh hold that! It wasn’t Karen’s brother’s wedding … it was Barbara Jeffers’ sister’s wedding!! Barbara was the bridesmaid we went to see! Wedding should have been in Ballywillan Presbyterian but they were having major renovations so Portrush was used instead. I do, however remember the date …. 10th September of 1979 😀

Karen: ‘A told ‘im- straigh! A said , that’s not the way we do things in this ‘ouse!! A said , if you want to go on ‘oliday, you can come t’Morcombe with us, an’ if you don’t, you can stop ‘at ‘ome!!

Sheila: Also …. how can 1981 now be 40 years ago?? I was shocked to hear someone say this on TV the other day!! How can I possibly be 60 in 10 months time?? I’m only 27 in my head!

When we were in 6th form there were two rooms within the library that we could use as “study” rooms, apart from the designated 6th form room further up the cul de sac of a corridor, behind the state of the art Language Lab. One of these library rooms was supposedly used to enhance our A level English studies, and every so often I was assigned by “the lads” in the class to go to Mr Binnie and request the loan of a record player and a couple of Shakespeare LPs … The Tempest and one of the Richard’s .. the 3rd or 4th ?? … to listen to real actors reading the lines from the plays we were studying.

Of course, when I got back, it was Led Zeppelin, Def Leppard and Horselips that were played on the turntable, not Shakespeare! … and not my type of easy listening at all!

David: up the lighting, Kenny Robinson had good electrics knowledge. Cables went to the gantry of lights – pretty high currents, pretty high power. He was concerned about the reel of cable and how each turn of the wire interacts with the next one when tightly wound together – inductance. So he arranged the coil to be wound loosely along the length of the wooden rail of the gantry.
And that was my first exposure to inductance – which is actually what I am working on in Germany now. Like, how your smartphone gets charged when you put it on a wireless charger in Starbucks – how the magnetic fields interact with each other, based on magnetism and magnetic fields.

But here’s poor me, now working in Germany, with my great northern Irish voice…. Last year there was a ‘Girl’s Day,’ an initiative to interest school girls interested in science-y / tech-y things, come for a tour. So there is me, explaining about magnetism. And thing about magnetism, it involves iron – can you imagine how difficult that is for me to say?? Like, “iron” is pronounced the same as “Ireland” – me trying to pronounce this clearly and explain this to teenage german school girls. It was sooooooo difficult.

The other room was used by the French and German A -Level pupils as a quiet study area for those elite who were in Mr McEwen’s class. Bobby Hutchinson was a talented linguist and very much a model pupil admired by said Mr McEwen … until …. One day Bobby and a few others were carrying on, and every so often the closed door of this study room would open and a jumper, tie, belt, shoe would come flying our making us believe that Bobby was the object of desire in this room. Suddenly Mr McEwen glided silently into the library in his gown, wanting to know what all the commotion was about … He knocked on the door and Bobby’s voice yelled out, “Go away! It’s not your turn yet!” “This is Mr McEwen, Bobby,” was the reply and a shame-faced, disheveled, half-clad, but still decent, Bobby emerged muttering apologies and was distraught that his mentor had caught him taking part in such boorish behaviour.

And thanks to all the other teachers too: Mrs Adjey, PE teacher, helped with costumes; Mr Tony Browne, teacher for a short time in Art dept, did makeup; Denis McNeill was press secretary; Mr Hobson drove minibus that took us to and from evening rehearsals/shows …. most of the staff helped behind the scenes in some way!

I remember that the play was scheduled to be performed on a Thursday afternoon, aimed mostly for the pupils, and then Friday evening performance for the town and grown-up audience. But the evening performance clashed with another event in Bushmills and spare tickets were released for the pupils to fill the hall. Me mum and dad came to the evening performance, expecting a ‘theatre’ audience, to have the experience of kids in the crowd throwing rubbers around – slightly school dining hall-ish, slightly noisy and a bit chaotic!

Allyson Hutton: I remember I had to smoke in a scene and I was terrified what my Dad would say… his comment was that you enjoyed the cig too much young lady. LOL…. hard to believe its 40 years… it cant be… LOL

Our friend Arnold was one of the key roles in the Billy Liar play, and Allyson describes him as such a true gentle man. Alan McLaughlin remembers that he loved collecting postage stamps and coins, but that when he called him a coin collector he would be corrected with a serious tone, “I’m not a coin collector, I’m a Numismatist.”

After Bushmills Arnold went on to study Law at uni in Dundee. Actually I was visiting my girlfriend’s family there and I tell her about Arnold studying at the uni there. I see a tall blond slim guy walking along. Oh Lesley stop the car that’s Arnold! It wasn’t, and we drove on. The next tall blond person I see, I say to Lesley Oh stop stop its him! I do that a few times more – I am messing about a bit now – I know you are shocked that I might do that, so out of character – I guess it was a moment of weakness.

And then, it really was Arnold walking along!!! I say, Stop oh stop stop it really is him oh stop stop! Let me out of the car !!! Talk about the boy who cried wolf in sheep’s clothing! But we met with Arnold and had coffee at his student room. But I do remember it as not being a happy time – rather as awkward, unhappy, unsettled.

It is sad to report the too-early passing of Arnold, not many years later. And Mr Peter Logue is remembered as a visionary, a really great teacher and inspiration at Dunluce. Sheila remembers in the mid 90s being with a group of NI teachers invited to Cultra to the premiere of a new cultural heritage series for Primary Schools – written, directed and produced by Peter Logue, in his life after Dunluce, and of meeting him briefly there. But Mr Blair (oh I get the shakes at the thought of calling him Kenny, I just can’t) tells me that Mr Logue passed away last year, towards the end of 2020.

Library days also reminds me of a time when there was a spate of chairs with broken legs appearing, you know, the luxury library chairs with the orange padded seat bit? Well, one of the folks took it upon himself to snoop and see who was breaking these chairs, but that was a bit of a sneak, not a popular way to behave, aligning oneself with the authorities. He was duped into sitting on one of these broken seats, where the leg was propped into place, just at the point where Mr Someone-or-other entered (Mr McEwen?) and caught the sneak seemingly breaking a chair! I think that put an end to the sneak’s detective work – well for a while anyway …. I think he did end up in the real life police.”

So, remembering the Billy Liar production – fantasy, hilarious moments, still roaring with laughter at Sheila’s stories of the her Upper Sixth, and fond memories of old friends and great teachers who inspired us.

Karen: “Well done David and Sheila, that’s a finely caught blast from the past . I really enjoyed being in the play and the camaraderie, humour and sadness of that time still feel real. Must say I’m gutted to hear this recent news that the visionary Mr Logue has passed away!! Am very shocked and sorry to hear that indeed …”

Mr Kenny Blair: “Hi David, really enjoyable piece. I’m amazed at how little we as teachers knew about the goings on outside the classroom.
. ..and you can practice calling me Kenny! I regard it as a compliment that my former pupils use Kenny – I must have done something right when they still speak to me.
Look forward to reading future memories, Kenny.”

Sheila: “Billy’s three girlfriends ….. and me, totally cast against type as ‘the tarty one!’ 🤪

Sheila says, “Mr Blair – you were an amazing teacher! It was you who inspired me to go into teaching … you also had the respect of your pupils and I always thought how wonderful it was that you were able to walk in at the start of a lesson and just teach – not a note in sight! – all those equations and formulae stored in your head and spilled out onto the blackboard when required.
“You, Mr Binnie and Mr Wishart were the basis on which I chose my A Level subjects, as all three of you were superb teachers with an interest in us as individuals and a way of invoking passion in us for Maths, English, Geography.”

Another time we all piled into Knoxy’s van and had a fun two-periods-worth of chilling in sunny fields somewhere in the middle of nowhere near Ballybogy!! I didn’t want to put this on your posts just in case there might be someone who would find a legal reason to prosecute us or the school as maybe there’s no statute of limitations on such daring stuff!!

If you’ve enjoyed this, then it has all been worthwhile!
….and you will enjoy,
On the bus to Dunluce School, 1970s – my write up of the school
Her Majesty the Queen – Silver Jubilee visit, 1977 – lots of Dunluce people in this write-up of her visit
The Girona: Robert Stenuit in “The Dive”, 1968 – Sheila features in this one too!
1600s – a Century of Trouble – based on Dunluce castle, its the history of Ireland as we know it
“You must see the Giant’s Causeway” – the giant’s causeway – the keystone of NI tourism

‘Portrush Tales’ by David Martin – Index of topics – there’s about 90 topics – music scene, schools, the giant’s causeway, history…… , to find any of interest

Dunluce school · Family · Portrush - Great Institutions · Primary school · School days · The development of Portrush · The story of Portrush

Portrush Tales: The Two Sheilas

​In writing and researching and gathering material for the blogs, thank you if you added in a Comments and your own story, I really appreciated that! In particular I especially wanted to thank ‘Team Sheila’ – for their support, all the way through the series of blogs. Sheila Kane was great – I think she read and gave encouraging feedback on every one of my blogs – at times I felt that she was the only one reading them. And we had some hilarious conversations about some of the events – she has great humour I discovered, not the serious straight-laced Head Girl that I remembered. And she did great write-ups and contributions herself, especially on the primary school, on Dunluce School, the Girona and Ramore Head blogs. So, thank you so much Sheila Kane, and here is your Crackerjack pencil.

Sheila K: Aw David! This is so lovely of you to do! I feel like I’m back at school and having the teacher write a report about ME! 🤣

(Sheila Kane’s great write-up of her first days as a teacher at Portrush Primary School are in this blog:
II. Portrush Primary School – Infants, downstairs.

Other folks have been great throughout too, adding in to a number of Portrush Tales blogs too – so my thanks to Alan, Alan, Alastair, Alistair, Allison, Allyson, Beatricia, Christopher, Columba, …….and other people all the way through to Victoriana, Whilharmonica, Xanthum, Yulysses and Zechariah. Thank you!

Me as a kid, morning duty was to go round to Blair’s shop, round the corner on Croc na mac, and get the newspapers from Sheila Brown there. I guess everyone in the area passed through that shop and Sheila Brown knows everyone and everything that was going on. She always said how well-brought up and polite I was, so I guess I was on my best behaviour there. Sheila has great memory and with great photos, she has made great contributions to episodes of Portrsuh Tales, particularly to the blogs on the floods of Portrush, on Croc na mac, the L’Atelier studio, the coast walk to Portstewart, and these days especially the Portcards of Portrush series is based on her Collection. So, a Blue Peter badge for Sheila Brown.

With her great memory, Sheila Brown (nee Blair)’s has written up her life experience of Portrush. As well as being her own story, to me it also tells a social history, of the development of Portrush, of being hard-working, of taking opportunities, of community, of care for others. And being Portrush Tales, the memory must be validated by facts – newspapers, documents to support the story.

Sheila is nervous that you may not find it interesting – I am pretty sure that you will, and that you will really enjoy it.

Blair family photos, courtesy Sheila Brown. All early 1960s: Left, “My dad and me at Magilligan beach” 
Right, “My mum painting at the Tides house”

“Hi David, a few notes for your blog: my mum and dad had a farm on the outskirts of Belfast. My mum did the farming, my father did a country run of deliveries with his van. He wanted a change, and when my dad saw the property now ​known as ​The Tides up for sale, he came to the town and bought it at the auction. They sold the farm and moved to the port, my brothers and me, arriving in Portrush in 1943. I was 11 years old.

“The family, a the Tides house. From left to right: Robin, Sheila, Tom, my little sister Molly, and my dad and mum, James & Sarah Blair.
And, do you see the picture there above the fireplace, of a red setter dog and a cat, amde with wool? All my life I loved making things with my hands, and I made that picture.”

“The house and shop had been McLaughlin Stores, and became J. Blair & Sons. I worked in ​the ​shop​, I discovered that I really enjoyed it, it became ​my passion​. Shop-keeping was not easy in those days though, with rationing and coupons for everything. Our parents were good to us though – no frills, but lots of good home-made food. Another passion for me was looking after the family; my little sister Molly was born a few years later, and I loved doing things with her or making things for her.

Left, photo captioned, ‘McLaughlin Stores, Ballyreagh near Portrush’
Right, that house, with the shanty town around, before those were cleared for the caravan park.

“All around the house and shop were huts and caravans, rented out during the summer months. My brother Tom started in the caravan trade, becoming a letting agent for the caravans, and me and mum prepared the caravans for the next visitor. The bus driver would call out the stop as the ‘S-town’, the Shanty town – my mum hated it being called that. There was an outbreak of typhoid in 1959, from one of the other shop-keepers, that led to the site clearances and the development of Glenmanus homes as better accomodation.

“The family business was J. Blair & Sons. As well as the Tides shop, we had a shop in Bushmills and we did a country run with a big mobile shop. My brothers all  worked in it – there was lots of work to do. I helped out there too – they say Variety is the Spice of Life.

“We bought another small shop in Croc-na-mac Street in Portrush, so small, really just the front room of a small house, and I worked there.

Sheila’s Wheels: my first car, in 1964. No driving test in those day, I just bought a licence, it cost 5 shillings, just because my friend had got one, and I am still driving.

“Later I met a friend of a friend, Harold Brown, who was visiting Portrush with his family from Magherafelt; a holiday romance, and we married in 1964​.​ I wanted to stay in Portrush and I renovated the apartment above the shop and initially we lived there. The Croc-na-mac area was still the post-war prefabs – they were replaced by the brick houses we moved into one, in Croc-na-mac Square.

Helena Alcorn Espie: “Mrs. Davies, one of my Primary School teachers, was very partial to McVities Chocolate Digestive biscuits, and I was often sent to Blair’s shop to get them for her.”

Portrush postcard, sent back to Harold’s parents in Magherafelt

“We renovated the shop and extended it to be a supermarket, and my brothers took it over.”

The renovated, extended Croc-na-mac Street shop – Sheila, Harold (Brown), and Tom and my father James Blair

Ray McConaghy: “I have very fond memories of working with Harold Brown on the “delicatessen” counter in the shop after school and during school holidays – a wonderful kind man. Sometimes I would go over to Sheila and Harold’s house in Croc-na-mac Square and help Harold to drill holes for electric cables in glass bottles. which Sheila decorated beautifully with shells and transformed into lamps.”

Helena Alcorn Elspie: “Way back when, we would have used the telephone in the shop, as few people had phones in their homes. I remember going after a job interview, the boss phoning Blair’s shop to tell me I’d got the job. Always someone would have come to the house to tell you thee was a call for you.
My best friend Sylvia worked in the shop. She lived across the road, so did Sheila and Harold. He was big burly sort of man with gingery hair, always chatty and cheerful. No supermarkets then, it was a busy shop, also over in Rodney Street was Hamill’s shop, and both shops did well.”

Maureen Kane: “Oh so long ago! I only remember as a very small child going into buy sweets with my thruppence when Sheila’s mum was behind the counter, and I had to stretch up to put the money on the counter. The door was inside a porch and when opened the counter was near the door – jars on the shelves behind the counter which was a big high counter – I was very small then. I always have the impression of Sheila’s mum as a tall woman, very friendly with a lovely smile. Then Sheila worked in the shop, I don’t remember much except like her mum she was always very friendly. I remember Harold in a white coat, working in the shop. He had lovely blonde hair.”

Caravans & Transport – the Blair family moved to Tides in 1943, and Tom started in caravan business. A small beginning, I see an advert for sale of a singe caravan in 1945; then in ads in 1947 are to let out a handful of caravans on the Ballyreagh site, around Tides. That caravan business continued with sales as shown in the 1978 advert, on the right.

David: Sheila mentions the mobile van in Bushmills. Me, I guess I was pre-school age, about 4, but I remember the Saturday morning visit by ‘James the Baker’, in his Inglis van. We got white bread from him, with a black burnt crust that I always cut off my sandwiches, and maybe my treat from him was a coconut-y snowball bun. His half-red and half-white van had big long pull-out wooden “drawers.” He had chocolate-covered ginger biscuits, 1/2d, my brother Trevor’s favourite. The upgrading of shops like Sheila’s round the corner, and as car ownership expanded, that buying from mobile vans became unnecessary. I remember my mum feeling obliged to continue to buy bread from James, felt too bad to tell him not to come any more. I see the Blair’s advert in 1968, above centre, selling their two mobile shop vans – I guess that era of the mobile van calling came to an end.

Margaret Mullings: “Love this story, thank you. Memories of shopping for my mum in Blair’s Shop. We lived in Parker Avenue, nine children. A lot to feed but we are all still here. Great memories to last a lifetime.

“I went down into the town and took over a small shop, the Shell Cove, which is​ now a gallery on ​M​ain St​., near the cinema, it was really a poky, footery wee place. I gathered bags of shells ​from Magilligan,​ ​Portbalintrae ​and Donegal beaches, and in a room out the back of the shop I made all kinds of ornaments to sell in the tourist trade. ​​

“Later I was able to get the larger property next door, across the little lane, and over the years the work expanded so that I had cottage workers making flowerpots covered with shells​, and​ letter racks with the clam shells​.

“There was a clam factory in Glenarm and I went there. My husband Harold was very helpful to drive, and our son Trevor too. We went further afield too: we went on holiday to Tarbot in Scotland to gather Queenie shells ​- ​a type of small clam ​- and ​we came home laden with them​. They cost nothing to collect and ​were ​lovely when varnished​.  I also bought a lot of tropical shell goods from a big shell factory in Bude in Cornwall​,​ where they made shell stuffI​.​ I enjoyed the trips over​.​ It was great to go to Holiday Blackpool, a massive show, a world-wide wholesale for fancy goods. It was held in the Winter Gardens there – later it moved to Birmingham – I loved it, shops were my passion.

Craft fairs, and getting stocked up for the season!

“Later my mum moved from Tides to live in a house on Causeway Street, next to the old Post Office. I move​d​ my business to the shop next door, into what was known as the Bonne Bouche​. ​I did fancy goods, I made a lot of my stock – silk flowers, sea shells – there was plenty of work.

Bonne Bouche location, Causeway St.
Left postcard, from Sheila Brown’s collection. On the far left is the old Post Office (now the library); the building with the bay window will become Sheila’s antique shop; Bonne Bouche, the shop with the large street frontage

“Shops were always my passion – I loved being behind the counter, I loved making things to sell, I loved the products, I loved meeting people. I especially loved antiques – and later when the Bonne Bouche property was sold I moved next door, into a little shop that I called the Victorian Room, and focused on antiques.

Fiona N: “I remember ​The Victorian Room, on Causeway Street, in Portrush – it is where I got my engagement ring, 28 years ago. It was a really lovely shop and Mrs Brown was always so kind. She knew what I liked in jewellery and was the one who showed me the ring which I have now worn for nearly 28 years.”

“My very first purchase of an antique, years and years ago, was of a brass clock set. It must have been 75 years ago. A neighbour had given me a bag of shells that he had collected; I made some products and sold them, and had a few pounds from the sales. There was a man at Ballyreagh selling some old things – my mum had green fingers, she loved flowerpots and she bought flower pots, stands, anything to do with plants – she had green fingers, I have them too. She said, You should buy a few antiques with your money. The clock set was for sale for £10, that was quite a lot but that was the going price. I loved looking at and handling such old things.

​”Those candlesticks are the oldest thing I have – they are my dad’s handiwork, he made them over 100 years ago, in the Sorocco works in Belfast.

Bonne Bouche: 1927, a cafe ; 1975, put up for for sale by Blair family

“I was there in that Antiques shops for the next 25 years, until it was demolished to be replaced by apartments in about 2002.”

End of an Era – closure of the Antiques shop on Causeway St.

Sheila Kane: “Oh I have so loved Sheila Brown’s account … She has such a great memory and always interesting recollections. I have a beautiful rose-gold bracelet and ruby and diamond ring that I bought from her antique shop in Causeway Street – it was like an upmarket Auntie Wainwright’s shop from Last of the Summer Wine … absolutely mesmerising to browse in. I loved her Shell Cove too. I used to have a big conch shell that had been converted to a lamp, and I bought many bags of shells for different little teenager art projects that I’d have been doing at home.”

Sheila you showed me your great collection of Portrush postcards. How did that come about? “Well David, after I retired from the Antiques shop, I was given an old postcard album and I started collecting old postcards of Portrush, about 20 years ago. A man from  Belfast started doing Antique Fairs and he had a shop where Troggs is now. He had a partner who sold postcards in the shop and I got most of the collection from him. I visited the shop quite often and he would keep me local cards. They cost 50p upwards – rare ones at £5 or more below – it all added up but I got a lot of pleasure with them. You can see, they go back in time to early dates of Portrush, like a time machine, and the writing on the back is interesting.

I ask Sheila B, do you remember Sheila Kane /Chambers – was she a trouble-maker? “Hi David”, she replied, “I knew Sheila’s mum, Jean Walker, when in Crocnamac shop. She married Harry Chambers. He was a great radio man. My Harold was always interested in Short Wave radio stuff and he loved Harry’s aerials. I knew Sheila to speak to, a lovely person I think, so many juicy stories t say about her!!” **

“We were in Vancouver four times, including going to my son Trevor’s wedding. Harold is wearing the hat. We saw lots of Craft and Antiques and got stocked up – they were great holidays! The first time we went to Canada though we had 12 different flights, what between breakdowns and going on a holiday as well to San Diego.”

** it case of any uncertainty, I should say that I just made that last bit up.

“Over the years I did talks on Shells & Antiques to all the Women’s Institutes and women’s gatherings untill I retired. I had a very enjoyable life meeting people and making my stock. I loved making things and now 90 years old and I am still crocheting – good for the mind. I made rugs, tapestries, loved baking, shopkeeping, and my pride and joy was making things for my little sister.”

David with Sheila, June 2022; receiving card from the Queen, 2022; & Christmas, 2020

“I have had a wonderful life. I moved eight times all in Portrush – I can’t believe it myself !!! I live now at Dhu Varren in a flat, with still a number of my precious things from over the years. If you are passing by, feel free to pop in and say Hello.

“This is only a few snippets out of my life David, I hope it is of interest to people – delete if no interest, Sheila.”

Sheila Brown: “Hi Sheila Kane, well if we were out of the picture David has brought us to light. He is a lovely man and just loves writing about Portrush. I think the book will be closed now but it was great, all the blogs, they keep us young, and we will not be forgotten.
Hope you keep well and look forward to seeing you soon 💕🥰
David S: “Sheila Brown (‘the Model’) as Harold called her – a beautiful human being, who has a wonderful account of local history..
Davy McA: “Two diamonds in the rough of Portrush”
Heather W: “You provide a fantastic platform for Portrush people to share memories and photos, David Martin! So lovely to read about the “good old days”! I’m a blow in and as I walk round Portrush I smile remembering the people and places mentioned.”
Bobby Ann: “Two great ladies..”
Lorna G: “Two lovely smiling faces 💞
Sheila Kane: “Sheila, David certainly has put an awful lot of hard work into his meticulous research, into encouraging people to send him facts and memories, and he has pulled everything together in a way that his articles always make interesting reading … and let’s not forget the way he punctuates all with his wit and humour 😊
David B: “Sheila I loved reading your article Aunty, brings back many memories of the summers I spent in Portrush”
Melody B: “Wow! You still have an amazing memory Mum! Great you are able to share all this.”

Sharon C: “Sheila, absolutely loved reading this….so many memories ❤❤
Christine H: “Thank you for sharing this!”
Margaret M: “Love this story, thank you. Memories of shopping for my mum in Blair’s Shop. We lived in Parker Avenue, nine children, a lot to feed we are all still here. Great memories to last a lifetime. Always love to hear stories about Portrush, keep them coming”.
Karen L: “Love this! ❤️ thank you for sharing.”
Reba J: “Great stories down Memory Lane / thank you both x

Noleen K: “This is lovely.”
Sindy S: “Another great read bringing back great memories David Martin. My grandparents William & Kathleen McFetridge lived straight across from Blair’s on Croc-na-Mac. We were allowed to cross the road to spend our pocket money think it was only 2 1/2p but it went a long way, bubbly, black jacks & rainbow drops. I loved the shop and Mrs Brown, she knew all us kids. I would then play shop in Grannies kitchen using the cabinet with the drop down top as my counter. Happy days. Thanks for the memories David and the two Sheila’s 😊
Sheila K: “When we lived in Rodney St, Mr and Mrs McFetridge allowed our next door neighbour, John Bacon, and I to play in their back garden as we only had back yards and they had a long, grassy, open stretch at their back. Great fun in what became the Wild West for us with John being the cowboy and me the Red Indian … I can still remember the smell from the cap gun and my rubber-tipped arrows 😊 We even had cowboy teas … sausages and beans … on wonderful tin plates from a toy teaset I had (food always looked good on tin plates in the westerns) I remember Sindy too as she would have played with us when at her grandparents’. Also Catherine and Suzanne Quinn from further up Croc na Mac St. All this before Croc na Mac Sq and Rodney Sq were built!”
Sheila Brown: “The stories from Croc na mac are good. I took almost all the kids round those streets to Sunday school in a Bedford van, me and the driver, they rolled about great fun. I certainly know a few generations. 😀
Elizabeth B: “So fascinating to read all this. My Dad is Sheila’s brother who lives in Vancouver Canada, we had many memories of visits to Portrush when we were children. We heard stories about all of this too. We loved Aunt Sheila and her shops. Thanks for putting this together.”
Lesley McB (nee Blair): “I’m one of Auntie Sheila’s Canadian nieces! Wonderful account of life’s story in Portrush. On our visits over to Ireland I remember our baggage got lost and My Granny Blair took us to Logan’s and bought us new outfits for Sunday, Granny Blair was exceptionally kind and left a legacy of kindness. Auntie Sheila was the same and I love her dearly, she took my two sisters and I and my cousin Kathryn to the Safari Park and we had our photo taken holding the lion cubs. I remember my Dad taking about doing deliveries for the Bushmill’s shop. What Auntie Sheila has said about her life in Portrush and all the lovely comments tells a true picture, she is a wonderful woman! I am now living in Armagh and seen her last on her birthday in May, I will hopefully get up soon again for a visit!!” Beth L: “Thank you for this! I am truly amazed (and jealous) of such a keen memory! It helps me remember my childhood and my wonderful hometown so much better.”

Janetha I: “David Martin I loved reading this and was delighted to spot myself and my classmates in the featured photo of Mrs Chambers’ (now Sheila Kane) P3 class. I loved Portrush Primary school even though I had a few tears most mornings when my mum dropped me off. Mrs Brown and then Miss Chambers always welcomed me with open arms and cuddles until I felt ready to face the day.
I wonder where everyone from my class has ended up.”

<=== oh Janetha, that story sounds so interesting…… Might you be interested in doing a write-up. “My First Day At School” ?