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Irish Independent
6 days ago
- Sport
- Irish Independent
Pics show young Cork GAA stars honing their skills at a fun-filled Cúl Camp
No surprise that Cork's passage captured the imagination, in something that was evident on a rousing red and white day at the Millstreet Juvenile GAA Kellogg's Cúl Camp – held before a final outcome that would sadly prove so devastating for Cork. Roisín Roche, Chairperson Millstreet Juvenile GAA indicated the Cúl camp included a wide range of football, hurling and camogie activities. 'It provided the children with learning experiences in an environment of fun and enjoyment, given the excitement, everybody came along on the closing day, wearing a Cork jersey. We were thrilled to have Cork ladies u14 Football star Mia Lawlor and Cork footballer Darragh Cashman to attend and offer encouragement,' she said. A full range of football and hurling/camogie skills was delivered during the week-long programme at Millstreet Town Park. Children participated in mini leagues, fun games and a variety of skill-based activities. At underage level, Millstreet and Cullen combine in football as Duarigle Gaels, and along with Millstreet in hurling, teams at different age groups have enjoyed Rebel Óg success in North Cork and county level. For the ladies, their skills are paraded with Millstreet Camogie and Dromtariffe Ladies football. Fittingly young club coaches lent their assistance to a terrific staging. Rounding off a brilliant week was a barbeque provided by Tony O'Brien and refreshment from Supervalu. Judging by the enthusiasm from the Millstreet Juvenile GAA Cúl Cup, everybody was up to that point enjoying the pursuit of Gaelic games during Summer 2025.
BreakingNews.ie
25-06-2025
- Politics
- BreakingNews.ie
120 Ukrainians told they will have to leave accommodation in Cork
Ukrainians who fled the the war in their homeland and were placed in accommodation in Millstreet, Co Cork, have said that they are distraught at a decision by the Department of Justice to move them from the site. Fiona Corcoran of the founder of the charity the Greater Chernobyl Cause says that some 120 Ukrainians at the Green Glens Arena have to leave the facility by August 29th. They have spent three years living in the facility. Advertisement It is understood that the decision was made without any consultation, not only with the Ukrainians onsite, but with the team at the Green Glens Arena who were reportedly informed of the decision by the Department last week. There is no plan for the reallocation of the accommodation to other persons seeking shelter. Ms Corcoran says that there is a huge sense of anxiety among the residents who received their notice to leave. 'Two ladies are battling cancer, while others have heart conditions, autism, and various other concerns. Many of these individuals are in school, attending college, or working locally. There is a profound sense of sorrow within the Ukrainian community. "They have been informed that they must find homes for their pets, as they will not be allowed to bring them to their next accommodation. Unfortunately, no one knows where they will go next. Advertisement "I call on decision makers to seriously consider the profound impact this move will have, particularly on the children and families who now call Millstreet home. It is deeply distressing.' Meanwhile, Valeria Marchenko, who is from Mariupol, has lived in Millstreet since 2022. She is desperate not to leave her new home. 'Even though I didn't speak English at first, I was hired (locally). My husband has been working as a welder for the past three years. I have never met people as kind and generous as those in Ireland. They gave us a home, and we are truly happy to be here. "We're glad that we can contribute something in return. We pay our taxes, we work, and we're proud to be part of this community. Arena is like a big family, we help and support each other. Please don't take my home away from me.' Advertisement Ms Marchenko said that when the war broke out in February 2022 her husband was away working. She was living with her mother. 'For two months and 16 days, we lived in a basement — without electricity, gas, or Internet. We were completely cut off from the outside world and didn't understand what was happening. We only understood one thing: we could die at any moment. "On March 8th, my godmother passed away. I took a shovel and dug a grave in our yard. I don't know where I found the strength, but I buried her. I tried to dig deep enough so that the body wouldn't be disturbed by animals. "There was no one left in the city — no doctors, no police, nothing was functioning. When there were fierce battles for access to water, we had to crawl on the ground to reach the sea. There was a stream about 2–3 kilometers away. When we couldn't cook over a fire, we ate snow. Food was given to the children first. There were around 30 people in the basement. Advertisement "I still remember how one young man's leg was torn off when he went out to get food. They tried to save him — they cut away the shrapnel with a kitchen knife and put a burning log or coal on the wound to cauterize it. "But sadly, he didn't survive. He remained dead with us in the basement for another five days until we could finally carry him out and bury him. "During all this time, my husband didn't know whether I was alive or not. He was trying to find me. Some people took money from him in exchange for false information. They even told him I had died in the drama theatre.' Ms Marchenko said that her mother was too terrified to even leave the basement. Advertisement 'But when the Russians entered, we left the city. My dad lived in the nearby village of Volodarsk. My mom, my cat, my dog, and I walked 22 kilometres. The city was closed, and my dad didn't know whether I was alive or not. He tried to get into Mariupol five times, but they wouldn't let him in. Ireland West Cork woman (88) faces looming prospect of hom... Read More "A military bus eventually took us from Volodarsk to Taganrog. From Taganrog, we made our way to Lithuania. My mom's husband was waiting for us there. My husband's family was already in Ireland because they had a car and had managed to leave earlier. My husband and I later flew to Ireland. "We were welcomed with smiles and kindness. People gave us food, clothes, and housing. I want to say that, throughout this incredibly difficult journey, I didn't meet a single bad person. I am deeply grateful to Ireland and its people.' It is understood that the Department of Justice has told the families that there is a reduced need for accommodation for Ukrainians in Ireland following a drop in the number of people leaving Ukraine. They were told that the number of locations is being reduced and that all accommodation required is 'temporary' in nature. The Department of Justice has been contacted for comment in relation to the move.
Irish Independent
21-05-2025
- Sport
- Irish Independent
Pa Dineen hat trick helps Millstreet land hurling league win against Castlemagner
Much of the third quarter remained a close affair but the tide turned in Millstreet's favour once Dineen completed his hat trick of goals DUHALLOW JUNIOR 'A' HURLING LEAGUE
Irish Examiner
10-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Irish Examiner
Esther McCarthy: How I ruined a man's favourite dessert forever during my work experience
Lifeguard, lab technician, maritime engineer. Three jobs my eldest fella tried out recently as part of his transition year work experience. A week in each job, all with fabulous support and kind staff members helping him out, showing him patience, camaraderie, and the ropes. We're talking about how he got on, things he liked, careers he could imagine himself in. 'The main thing is you didn't make an eegit of yourself,' the youngest observes, sagely. 'Well, gather around, my children,' I coo to them softly, expanding my arms as I usher them to me. 'For I shall tell you a tale of my own work experience. The year is 1993, Mary Robinson is president, Niamh Kavanagh makes magic in Millstreet winning the Eurovision Song Contest, Prince changes his name to an unpronounceable symbol, to get out of a contract with his record label and I've finally saved up enough to buy my own bottle of White Musk...' Nah, I've lost them. They've wandered off, careful not to make eye contact. I didn't know a teenage boy could simultaneously keep his head down and roll their eyes at the same time. He looks like he's one of the precogs from Minority Report having a vision of a really boring pre-crime. ' Super Mario Kart is first released in Europe!' I shout after them, but it's too late. One's playing Clash of Clans, the other's twacking a sliothar off the wall over the sofa, BECAUSE THERE'S NO WALLS OUTSIDE HE COULD BE MARKING, and the other one's drawing a fairly terrifying yet incongruous demon duck from Five Nights at Freddy's. He's got the haunted eyes bang on, in fairness. The bill needs work, though. I bristle at the unfairness. I listen to their garbage all day long! And feign interest. Mostly. The lousy ingrates. The dog is still listening though, head half cocked, although he possibly misheard 'work' as 'walk'. He's a small bit thick, the poor fella. My work experience was two weeks in a small Italian-style restaurant in the middle of Cork city. It's long closed now, but I swear it had nothing to do with me. I was 15, and seriously clueless. We didn't do eating out much as a family. Mam made all the dinners, mostly meat, poppies, and two veg and what more would you want? A chicken Maryland in the Owenahincha Hotel was about as much experience I got as a punter in a restaurant, and after getting over the shock of biting into a battered pineapple slice, mam's bacon and cabbage was good enough for me. So I was slightly aghast when they put me out on the floor waitressing the first day of my work experience. But fake it till you make it was my kinda buzz back then so I flounced around throwing a few Mamma Mias around the place, and I put a pen behind my ear, because it made me feel bossy and busy. I was getting in the flow by the end of the first lunch rush. A guy in a suit finishes his pasta and calls me over, and asks for the dessert menu. What IS a pavlova? 'I'll have the pavlova,' he tells me brusquely. I head back to the kitchen where the chef was flinging things around the place like your man in the Muppet Show. 'Fancy Dan outside wants a pavlova,' I say as nonchalantly as I can, seeing if I can get away with actually having to say the words out loud: 'Follow up question. What IS a pavlova?' Look, 'tis far from pavlova I was reared. A homemade apple tart with a nice bit of custard, a cheeky trifle here and there, maybe a Viennetta if it was a very special occasion, but a dessert named after a Russian ballerina? Eh, that would be a hard no. The chef waves vaguely over at a tray and said, 'Don't forget the cream,' and points at the fridge. I grab a big bowl out and dollop a generous amount of white creamy stuff on top of the crispy marshmallowy yoke with strawberries on the plate. I deliver it to Mr Wall Street and then go to clear a booth that has just been vacated. After a couple of minutes, suit features is clicking his fingers at me. 'Ah, miss, the pavlova's excellent...' he says, with a weird, pinched look on his face. 'Nice one,' says I, twirling my j-cloth impatiently, looking at the substantial bite he's taken out of it. '... but the mayonnaise is a bit out of place with it,' he says grimacing like a man who's had his favourite treat ruined forever. I slink away, plate and eggy mess destined for the bin. No tip for me, unsurprisingly, but an invaluable lesson. Even if you do make an eegit of yourself, I tell the dog, as I grab the lead and the poo bags, at least you've got a story. One your children won't listen to, granted. But a story none the less, plus a deep respect for clearly-labelled condiments. Certainly not the cream of the crop of waitresses.
