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The message circulating in the regions over the past four weeks was that Community Games certainly had made a welcome comeback for all to witness.

The Annaghdown community is in shock this week after the death of a popular local man in a traffic collision in Cornamona last weekend.

Mayo footballer Tommy Conroy is encouraging young people to talk to their parents or an adult they trust in order to help cope with worry and stress and to improve their mental health.

Memories of my schooldays — I work with young people now in Youthreach Tuam, Youthreach is a second chance Education Centre, more often than not a lot of the young people who leave mainstream secondary school or just cannot fit into the system that is in place, come to Youthreach. What I think is completely wrong is the fact that some mainstream schools are not offering the Leaving Cert Applied, an alternative Leaving Cert, for those who just find the traditional Leaving Cert to difficult. I went to Presentation College in Headford. It was a great school. You could call it a border school as many of my classmates were from Shrule, Cong, the Neale, Kilmaine.

Best-selling thriller writer, LJ Ross, is introducing a new character this Halloween. The lawyer-turned-author, who is best known for her chart-topping DCI Ryan series, is unveiling a trilogy based around a new protagonist, criminal profiler Dr Alex Gregory.

Pat Cohan’s Bar & Restaurant, which famously featured in the iconic multi-award winning film The Quiet Man, occupies a prime position in the heart of the historic village of Cong in south Mayo.

Pat Cohan’s bar and restaurant famously featured in the iconic multi award winning Quiet Man film occupies a prime position in the heart of the historic and unique island village of Cong in South Mayo.

‘Westward Ho! Let us rise with the sun, and be off to the land of the west - to the lakes and streams - the grassy glens and fern-clad gorges - the bluff hills and rugged mountains - now cloud-capped, then revealed in azure, or bronzed by evening’s tints, as the light of day sinks into the bold swell of the Atlantic….’ So begins Sir William Wilde’s famous Lough Corrib - Its Shores and Islands (published 1867), adorned with wonderful woodcuts, as he calls us all to join him as if in a bi-plane, to swoop and dive over its 200km of clear water, fed from rushing streams off the Connemara mountains, giving life to its foreshore and islands where people have lived since the dawn of time, fishing its shallows and its dark deeps; and where monks sought an earthly haven for prayer and solitude.

With March zooming off into the distance, our gratitude to St Patrick for giving us the opportunity to be an island of saints and scholars begins to wane. But no such relief was given to the saint himself. Our forebears couldn’t wait till he died before they were taking bits and pieces from his body and clothes for relics. As his teeth fell out they were snatched up, and given as sacred objects to make early Christian churches more attractive for a deeply spiritual and suspicious people, who had recently set aside their gods of nature, and embraced a more intangible Christ. An old holy tooth was just the sort of tangibility they could understand. At least one church, Cill Fiacail (‘The church of the tooth’) near the town of Tipperary, bears testimony to this bizarre but common practice.

With March zooming off into the distance, our gratitude to St Patrick for giving us the opportunity to be an island of saints and scholars begins to wane. But no such relief was given to the saint himself. Our forebears couldn’t wait till he died before they were taking bits and pieces from his body and clothes for relics. As his teeth fell out they were snatched up, and given as sacred objects to make early Christian churches more attractive for a deeply spiritual and suspicious people, who had recently set aside their gods of nature, and embraced a more intangible Christ. An old holy tooth was just the sort of tangibility they could understand. At least one church, Cill Fiacail (‘The church of the tooth’) near the town of Tipperary, bears testimony to this bizarre but common practice.