Wednesday 21st February 2018
Generation Emigration

From Mullingar to Melbourne in 1983 Emigrants never forget the date or day they leave home, writes Philip Lynch
St Patrick’s Day Down Under: Beyond the glad tidings As a long departed Irish expat I now harbour mixed feelings about St Patrick’s Day, writes Philip Lynch in Tasmania
Once temperate Tasmania falls victim to devastating bushfires Things are hotting up on the island where temperatures rose to 59.9 degrees, writes PHILIP LYNCH
Remembering my mother at Christmas Lives lived abroad garner subtle differences. Perceptions are altered. We who leave never forget our roots but we soon see things differently. Emigration instils a sense of independence and family bonds are shaken loose and set adrift with the passage of time, writes Philip Lynch.
No call for turkey heroics Down Under Christmas in Australia is centred around barbecues, surfing, cricket and yacht races, but memories of my Irish Christmases are never far from my mind, writes Philip Lynch
‘Going was easy. Staying away is much more complicated’ I was a naive young man when I left Ireland in the 1980s, with no idea what was in store for me in Australia. As the years have gone by, saying goodbye after visits home and staying away has felt more poignant and painful, writes Philip Lynch.
Thinking of all the little things of family Thirty years ago I left home, and for the rest of my parents' lives I would live at the opposite end of the world to them. But there was more than just distance to deal with, writes PHILIP LYNCH
Beyond Belfast Long lapses between visits home can have sobering consequences, writes Philip Lynch.