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In 1925 there was a major debate in the Urban Council about a Garda report that two men from County Offaly who had been swimming in the sea in Salthill without any bathing costumes had been apprehended, and how the gardaí should deal with them. The debate was about the evils or otherwise of mixed bathing in Salthill.

A Salthill man who was ordained to the priesthood in 1982 was appointed diocesan administrator earlier this week.

As part of its drive to fund the continued opening of Thoor Ballylee, the Yeats Thoor Ballylee Society hosts “Yeats’ Women “ an evening of music, poetry and drama in Thoor Ballylee on Friday July 8 at 8pm.

HOW SHORT films have reflected, recorded, and shaped Irish identity over the past 100 years will be examined in 100 Years of Cinema: Irish Short Films, which takes place in An Taibhdhearc next week.

Many people will remember ‘Shoots’ as one of the most lovable and delightful characters on the streets of Galway. He was a small man with a big moustache, big glasses, and a big personality. His real name was Michael Tuite. He was reared in Artane in Dublin but came to live here at a time when it was mostly cowboy pictures that were shown in our cinemas. Michael was a fan and began to act as if he himself was a cowpoke. Galwegians gradually changed the greeting “Howya Tuite” to “Shoots”, probably with a little help from the man himself.

Since his ordination in 2010, Fr Martin Whelan has become a familiar face to the thousands who attend Mass in Galway Cathedral on a regular basis. In addition to his work as curate, assisting parish priest Canon Peter Rabbitte, he is also busy with his role as diocesan secretary. Fr Whelan is one of a new breed of younger generation priests who are firmly making their mark on life in the Diocese of Galway, Kilmacduagh, and Kilfenora

I hope the recent scandals in the Catholic Church will not discourage the noble tradition of the cleric as the social champion of the people. It is time that we had their like to nail their colours to the mast once again. Growing up in the last century, I was familiar with such names as Fr James McDyer and his tireless campaign against the official neglect of Gleann Cholm Cile; and Canon George Quinn and his fight for better social housing. There were several others, who have spilled over into recent years, including Fr Peter McVerry and his fight for homeless people in Dublin, and Fr Harry Bohan and his belief in the staying power of families in rural Ireland. But the champion of them all, the priest with the soft voice and a twinkle in both eyes, was the indefatigable Monsignor James Horan. Not only did he re-design the village of Knock to make it more people friendly, he built schools, clinics, and a convent, and a vast basilica. He organised community water schemes, and forestry plantations, and built an impressive international airport in the bogs of Mayo.