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  1. In the Penal Times

    CBÉS 0043

    Page 0021

    2. There is the ruins of an ols church in Fohanagh graveyard. It is believed it was kncked by Cromwell. The district surrounding the graveyard is called Ballintemple.
  2. The Holy Family

    CBÉS 0043

    Page 0134

    3. Once when the Holy Family were running away from the soliders they went into a cave for they have no safe place to hide. When they were inside a spider made web across the cave. When the soliders came one of them ran into the cave and when he saw the web he said "no one has been here for a long time" and then they went away.
    written by Martin Kenny , Kilconnel
    told by his mother.
    4. The wren is said to have tried to take away the moss the robin brought to stop the blood flowing from Our Lords wounds. The wren is hunted on St Stephens Day and killed. The robin got his red breast when leaving the moss on the sacred wounds . The chafter told the soliders when they were looking for Our Lord that he passed that way the day before.
    Told by Willam Glynn, Fohanagh.
    5. When Our Lord was passing through a wood all the trees bowed down before him except the fig tree and the whitethoorn. Some whitethorn crowned Our Lord.
    Written by Sean Kirwan
    Told by Kathleen Dooley, Fohanagh.
    6. The robin got his red breast trying to pull the crown of thorns of his head.
    Told by Peter Glynn Ballydoogan
  3. The Holy Family

    CBÉS 0043

    Page 0133

    1. The olive tree and the Milet tree are not liked. When Our Lord was going on a journey all the other trees bowed down before him. Their leaves are always knitting together. When Our Lord was going to be nailed on the cross a robin landed on him and began to pick the nails from his hands and feet . A drop of blood fell on his breast, that was how he got his red breast.
    told by John Mc Loughlin, Ballinabanabe.
    2. When the Blessed Virgin and St Joesph were going through the desert into Egypt they were exhausted with the heat and sat down to rest. The Blessed Virgin heard someone moaning and looking around she saw a woman dying on a heap of sand. They had only one loaf. The Blessed Virgin asked St Joesph for some of the bread and water for the woman but he said there would not be enough . The Blessed Virgin made two halves of the loaf and gave one to Joesph and the other to the woman. The woman recovered. Then they went to sleep. When they awoke in the morning there was a well beside and vines and fig trees growing beside it when St Joesph woke he thought he was dreaming but the Blessed Virgin began to eat the fruit.
    written by Bridie Sweeney
    told by her father Patrick Sweeney, Fohanagh
  4. Clothes Made Locally

    CBÉS 0043

    Page 0118

    3. There was a tailor in Fohenagh up to a few years ago. but he died. He lived in a house on the road to the priests house. Pat Barr was his name. He used to go around to the houses and if anyone wanted to get clothes he would make them. He used to travel through a lot of districts looking for work. The people used to spin the wool and get it woven into cloth and then the tailor would come and make it for them. His implements were a lab-board an iron a needle and a thimble. He had no machine at the time, he sewed with a needle and thread. Skirts were made in the homes out of linen. The people sed to sow the flax and cut it and bring it to the bog and put it in a boghole for a long time. Then they would dry it and get it spin and woven into linen. They would knit a lot of stockings out of the thread
    Written by Kathleen Naughton, Doone
    Told by her mother
    A woman names Mrs. Scanlau used to weave and make friege
    A bartty white was a local weaver.
    People say that if you turn your coat inside out you will have good luck
    There are three or four spinning wheels in Fohanagh yet
  5. Homemade Toys

    CBÉS 0043

    Page 0120

    2. The top is made by shaving one end of the spool very narrow and leaving the other side wide. Then a piece of stick is pared to a point and stuck through the hole in the spool. To made a caterpult is an easier matter. All you have to get is a forked twig and a long piece of rubber and tie it to the fork of the branch and it can fire stones when you pull the rubber
    Written by Sean Kirwan
    told by Frank Bracken, Fohenagh
    3. People used to scoop out the middle of a turnip and put eyes in it then they would put a lighted candle into it and leave it on a lonely road to frighten people.
    Written by Marlín Remmy
    4. In summer the girls used gather brightly coloured eggs from the birds nests. A hole was bored on each end and the yolk of the egg blown out. A thread was put through the shell with a needle and a number of shells were strung together in that way for a necklace.
    Written by Bridie Sweeney. Fohanagh
  6. The Local Fairs

    CBÉS 0043

    Page 0123

    The local fairs are held in Ballymacward, Kilcommell, Castleblakney, Abascragh, Mountbellow, Ballinasloe. All were in towns except Ballymacward. Some of the fairs are held in the streets and some in the greens. The luck money or money given back to the buyer is called "luck" (or luck-penny).
    A Bargain.
    The buyer:How much are you asking?
    The seller: Three pounds.
    The buyer: will you take 2 pounds 10 shillings?
    The seller: Split the difference and I'll sell.
    Price is then 2 pound 15 shillings.
    Sean Sweeney, Fohanagh
    Told by his father.
    Fairs were never held in the country in going memory around here. They were held in towns in a special place called a green. The great fair of the year around this district is the October fair held in Ballinasloe, lasting a week. When anybody is calling anything they stand somewhere until someone comes along and asks them how much he is asking for the animal, and if the if the [sic] buyer is satisfied with the price he puts a a [sic] sold mark on her and the deal is made. The mark is made with raddle.
    Written by Bridie Cahill,
    Told by her father Thomas Cahill, Lisnascreena