Michael James Treacy

Michael James Treacy is known inside the Colony as mickleinapickle. If you’re not yet a member, it’s free to join as a Basic Member.

A retired septuagenarian, Michael James Treacy lives in idyllic bliss with Mrs Treaclechops, and spends much of his time in various literary, artistic and horticultural endeavours. He has three children, six grandchildren and a wonky leg.
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A working life spanning 50 years included such disciplines as soldier, sales engineer, design engineer, estimator, buyer, quality manager and project manager. He was glad of a good sit-down at the end of it all.
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He’s had a number of poems and short stories published in various magazines and anthologies over the last decade. Many of these were to raise funds for charities.

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About it all Again

     Thinking back to December 1973... a village called Oberjoch (over the hill) in the Bavarian Alps. Six feet of snow! I was learning...
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A Younger Man’s Trousers

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Hide and Seek

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I Miss Your Smile

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Like Collo Hadn’t Warned Me

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