Called the Mass Rock, and by other Fr Matthew’s Rock, because from it he preached many of his temperance sermons to his listeners from the nearby parishes of Newmarket, Quin, and Sixmilebridge. Near the rock is a pool and it was the waters of this pool that were used by Bishop Kennedy for Baptism.

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Local Heroes.
Patrick Minogue of Feakle Co.Clare was in the village of Feakle one day.There was a horse's car and two bags of grass manure near.Each weighing two cwts.One man challenged him to put one bag on the car.Patrick went over to the two bags and put one under each arm put both bags up on the car took them down again and told the other man to do the same thing but he did not.
When William Shuley Kilmurry ,Sixmilebridge was about twenty years he was able to swim from the shore of Mountcashel lake out to the island around it and back again without stopping .It is a distance of about four or five hundred yards .
Ned Russel Sixmilebridge cut six acres of oats from Monday morning to Saturday evening .he worked with a scythe .
Patrick Boyce Kilmurry was a great story teller .His favourite story was The

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Hassets and Liddanes emigrated to America .The land is generally good. There is a lake in it called Ardane Lake.
Patrick MacNamara, Ardane.My home district is Mount Cashel, Sixmilebridge in the barony of Lower Bunratty. There are three houses in it, Gleeson's, Butlers, and our own. Nineteen people live in it. Gleeson was the name most common in the district. Two of the houses are two-storey high and one of them is three storey-high. The ruins of MacInerney's house can be seen there yet. The most of the land is fairly good.
Sylvester Sheehan, Ballysheen.The townland where I live is called Rathbeg, in the parish of Sixmilebridge, in the Barony of Lower Bunratty. The number of families is eight; the number of people is forty-six. The most common name is MacNamara. There is only one thatched house there, the others are slated. The townland got it's name from a little fort that was there long ago. Michael McInerney is over seventy years; he can tell old stories in English but not in Irish. There were

St. Martin's day is the 11th November. Except in very few homes in this district, the feast day and its eve pass unnoticed, but it is obvious from the tranditions that linger, that up to forty or at most fifty years, such was not the case. At that time and previously a male fowl was killed, a cock or a gander, on the doorstep, and the blood of the dying fowl was sprinkled on the door jamb and threshold. In Clare - Sixmilebridge district - it was sprinkled on the back of the door. In this area, it was also sprinkled at the entrance to the room doors and at the back door, if there

The mysterious house
The road that the people from Tulla and O Callaghan's Mills used to go to Limerick was by the road known as the Windy Gap in County Clare.This road leads between Ballycar and Sixmilebridge. One morning a man left for Limerick very early. He stayed in Limerick very late next night. When he was coming home by the Windy Gap he saw a small house. He had no matches and he went into the house to light his pipe. When

There are many fairs which are not spoken of now, such as the fair of O' Callaghan's Mills. The fair of O' Callaghan's Mills was one of the biggest fairs around this district for pigs. About the year 1885 two thousands five hundred pigs were sold in it. The buyers would drive them along the road to Sixmilebridge or to Limerick. They would bring horses and cars with them to bring the pigs that would give up on the road. On the 14th of November there was a fair in O' Callaghan's Mills and all

that the darkness of paganism gave place to the true light of the Gospel. Saint Mochulla was highly reverenced and esteemed judging by the topography of East Clare. He was patron of Tulla itself and of Temple Mochulla in the south-eastern corner of the county possibly in the vicinity of Trough as there is a blessed well in that area that bears his name. Blessed wells - fifteen in number - geographically distributed over East Clare - bear the name Tobar Mochulla. Six of these are in the parish of Tulla and occupy positions to the east, west north and south of the Hill. They are to be found at Tulla, immmediately at the base of the Saint's rampart and in the townlands of Fortanne, Drimleague (Miltown) Cragg, Laharden, Kilgorey. His other wells are at Loughraney, Lough Brighid, Broadford, Clonsheera (near Trough) Ralahine, Rath ( Ráth) (Sixmilebridge) Kilnoe, and Cappavilla.

if he did that she would be his slave from that on so she had to keep her word. Kitty Corbett, Rossroe, Sixmilebridge

I live in the townland of Ballysheen There are seven families in the townland .The name Tuohy is the most common .There are six slated houses ,one thatched ,five one- storey high.The townland got its name ,because in it there are several forts ,and it means the town of the fairies .There is one man living in it who is over seventy ;his name is John Mac Namara, Ballysheen ,Sixmilebridge ,he can tell many stories in English ,but he has very little knowledge of Irish.
There are a good many old ruins of houses in Ballysheen where people lived in

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Newmarket-on- Fergus Dalcassian Team and Quin werw most famous Clare Teams.Newmarket had become famous all over the County but Quin usually gave them a hard game .Many local men figured on the Quin Team ;the following are some of the local players three of some of whom are still living.
Patrick Scanlan ,Rathluby, Quin,Co.Clare.
Thomas O Brien ,Clomly,Quin.
Michael Quinlivan .
Pat Hickey ,Knappogue ,Quin.
Augustine Quinlivan Rossroe, Sixmilebridge .
Jim McInerney ,Drumullen .
The Corbett brothers Clomly.The Quin team was selected mainly from the district of Crevagh ,Quin and the Black tea-pots "Rathluby,Quin,Crevagh and the Black tea-pots met frequently and played in a field now owned by Wm.Shuley ,Kilmurry Sixmilebridge ;A half barrel of porter was the prize and this was drank by visitors and losers alike when the match was over.
From the above teams many players

get back her sight. She did the rounds and got cured.
Thomas MacNamara, Kilmurry, Sixmilebridge, knew the woman and remembers her visiting the well, and witnessed the cure.

Long ago there used to be a monthly fair at Rossmanagher cross. One day two police men left Sixmilebridge to attend it . They were walking up and down the fair until noon a magpie flew over the people. A man named Murray threw a stone at the bird. When the stone was falling it hit one of the police on the head and killed him. The police man was seen by a couple of people. Murray got so afraid that he went to America.

One night one of the Quinns of Cappa dreamt that there was Gold hidden in Feenagh Church yard. Next night he and two companions went to find it. They were digging for some time, and they tipped a stone, as they did, a pig appeared on the wall spitting fire at them. They ran away frightened without closing in the hole. They went to father Clune who was parish priest in Sixmilebridge at that time, and told him their story. He gave them a bottle of holy water, and told them to sprinkle it around where they were digging. When they came back next night the hole was close the same as ever. They sprinkled the holy water around in a ring, and began to dig inside it. When they tipped the stone the pig appeared again and spat fire at them. They got frightened and ran away, and came back mo more to look for it. Next morning

Long ago a man by the name of Patrick Cahill used to go playing cards to a neighbour's house. The distance was about a mile and a half. His distance was about a mile and a half. His house was situated on the roadside from Cappa to Sixmilebridge. It was about eleven o clock when Cahill was returning this night. He came home across the fields. As he was passing a certain place a great black hound appeared. After a little while the hound made an attach on him and

One night about ten years ago a man named Martin Egan was coming from the village of Sixmilebridge, and when he came to Morris's grand gate he got off his bicycle and began to walk. A tall black man walked beside him until he came to ? . The man disappeared there. Then Egan went on his road home and when he was going up at brussa he was led astray into a fort and he left his bicycle against a furze bush. After a while he walked away thinking he was going home and he went across the fields towards Ballycuneen lake. He did not go home that night. When he woke in the morning he was inside Wells Chapel. He began

St. Fionnacta is the patron saint of the parish of Sixmilebridge. He is buried in Ballysheen Church-yard. His altar is to be seen there yet. It is in good repairs. He had a bell and chalice on the alter some time ago. When the church was going to be robbed the bell and chalice were thrown into the river. The bell is supposed to ring every seven years. Before the saint died he foretold that no one in the parish would be killed by lightning. There is a stained glass window in our church belonging to him. Told to me by my mother

I live in the townland of Rossmanagher, in the parish of Sixmilebridge and the barony of Bunratty. Our house is thatched. There are no old people in the townland. A good many people went to America from here. The townland is not mentioned in song, or story. There are many parts of the land good, There is no wood near it, and there is no lake, near it. There are six families in the townland. Halloran's are the biggest family and the most common name in the townland.

There is a Mass rock in a field in Feenagh, owned by Mr. Martin Gleeson. A path leads to it from Feenagh Road. This rock is called Cloc na mór - it is as high as an ordinary table narrow and long in shape.
There is a path going through the fields from Sixmilebridge to Lower Cratloe Church.

‘The house already referred to in the last story held for many years seven guns belonging to the Terries.
A man named Dan Mulroney who was grandfather to Mr James O Dowd who still lives in Sixmilebridge was one of he members of this Society.

There was a man living in Rossmanagher Sixmilebridge Co Clare long ago. He was a great friend of the crows that had a rookery quiet convenient to his dwelling house. Every day he had a large bag of food prepared for the birds.He used to scatter this to the birds on the ground.They used to come flocking around him and express their thanks in incessent cawing.The man died and it was noticed that their was complete silence in the rookery. Neither did the birds fodder for food on the days of mourning or on the day of the funeral. On the day of the funeral the birds accompanied the funeral to the grave.They were hovering in the air over the coffin, and were continually cawing.