About sixteen or seventeen years ago the Irish Free State soldiers occupied Clifden and The Rebels were trying to drive then out of it. The Rebels occupied Letterfrack barracks and there were iron shutters on the windows of Letterfrack barracks.
The Rebels thought of an idea and this is what they decided to do. To get the steel shutters from the Letterfrack barracks and to put them oba car so it would be bullet-proof. One morning the home made armoured car came rattling into Clifden and stopped outside Clifden barracks

One time there was a man living in Laragan and his name was William Walsh. He was a poor farmer and in the month of June the grass began to grow on his land. He told his wife that he would go back to Letterfrack for a ewe and a lamb because he could not get any around here suitable. He got up early one morning and went to the fair of Letterfrack. He bought a ewe and a lamb at the fair and he came home from the fair the same evening. He had walked back and over in one day and he was not a bit tired.

Famous People.
A great walker, started from the Letterfrack, he beat the mail-car on the way to Galway posted a letter

There is a short cut to Clifden across the mountain from Letterfrack. In the middle of this path there is a big stone. When the people used to walk on this stone they heard a queer noise.They used to turn back and strike their feet again on the stone but never heard any sound. There was a pot of gold hidden under the

When England ruled Ireland there were many landlords in this country. Some of them were very cruel to their tennants. There was a very cruel landlord living near Cleggan. He would not allow the people to take shell-fish from the shore. If he caught them he would put tar and feathes on them. After his death his ghost was seen. There was another landlord living near letterfrack. He fought with his herdsmen and they were going to go to court. A fire broke out in his house one night and he had to leave at once. The people used to pay the landlords the rent by giving them hay or oats or anything off their farms.

is a good swimmer.
The late Mr Tullock, Moyard often snuffed a lighted candle, placed on wifes head with a riffle shot.
A strong man, Patrick King, Omey Island was one morning bringing seven pigs in a cart to a fair in Letterfrack when the horse failed to pull, he unharnessed him and pulled the cart and pigs himself the rest of the journey.
John Mongan Attyguddane would mow four tons of hay in a day. Michael Pee, Cloon was a good turf cutter.

there and returned to Letterfrack the same day. The late Robert King, Cleggan, was a famous athlete, runner, juper, walker and a stone thrower. Thomas Boyne, Clifden was also a good walker and won several prizes in America for it. Charley Freyer former resident of Selerna and now living in Australia was a noted runner. At horse races at Selerna he competed with the best horse and won. The late Joseph McDonagh Bofin Island is still remembered there for a courageous deed. About fifty years ago a terriffic storm raged for seven weeks, the people were in a bad way as all eatables had ran short; McDonagh braving the storm started out in a hooker to Westport and returned in two days with provisions for the starving islanders. Another brave man Patrick Sullivan, Aughris, spent nine months in gaol for saving his own life. He was employed by the Coneyes and one day while working on their farm was attacked by their bull. There being no means of escape Sullivan picked up a stone ran towards the bull and flung it stricking him on the forehead and killing him instantly. The Coneys took court proceedings against him.
Martain Pee, Streamstown, was once arrested and when the police were taking him, handcuffed, by side-car to Clifden he jumped out of the car, at a lake near the town broke the hand-cuffs dived into the lake and escaped. Mrs Bailey, The Farm, Cleggan.

XII
But there were such seen or trod on deck
In hurricane or squall
Since Gráinne Mháille shattered down
Old Currach's Castle walls
XIII
My eyes are getting misty now
I almost think I'm back
Among my kind old friends again
In dear old Letterfrack
XIV
So now ashore just for a while
I am bidding thee farewell
Till I think of other stories
That the old folks used to tellComposed by Micheal Cohen who lived in Letterfrack
I got this song from Michael Malley Criggons
John Conneely Dawrosbeg

Maire Nee lives in Cashleen. She was married to a man James Fitzpatrick. She died about 45 ago. She was about 70 years when she died. She was always knitting when she was walking. One day when she was going to Clifden she met Mr. Burke, Mrs. Blake's brother at Letterfrack.
Mr. Burke had a horse and was going by the road. She was going across the mountain. When she was leaving him she said 'I will welcome you to Clifden'. Then she went across the mountain. When she arrived in Clifden she found out that Mr. Burke was not there.
Then she started out to meet him. She met him at the church in Clifden. He brought her into a house in Clifden and gave her a glass of whiskey. He told her she

There was an old hedge school in Cleggan about hundred years ago; it was called the Jumper school. Many poor people went to it, to be educated. All the people that went got a cup of soup at noon daily. The first day they went, they got a flannel coat. One man whose name was Tommy Heaney went two day, as soon as he got a flannel coat he never went to it again.
There was a girl named Sally Tierney was a Jumper for part of her life. She was very ill one day. The minister that was in Moyard went to the Jumper school; and brought her over to the school house in Moyard. She was crying for the priest. Mrs Ace was passing the road, she heard her crying the priest. Mrs Nee ran to Letterfrack to tell the priest. The priest came at once, he went to the school house. The minister was in side the door, but the priest said he would break the door, the minister opened the door at once. The priest gave her the sacrament of Extreme Unction.
The priest got a man and ass and cart and they brought her up to Moyard and she died there.

Three giants lived in Rockfield hundreds of years ago. One giant got killed d at the top of bnock na rar as he was cycling on a penny half penny bicycle towards Letterfrack. He tried to stop the bicycle but he could not stop it.When a man was cutting turf at cnock na rar he got the bones of that giant in his bog and he left them there, the bog is 400 yards from the road. Another giant threw a big stone from Fetter hill to Diamond hill.There is a field owned by Peter Coyne where there is a stone and the shape of a giants foot is on that stone. It is in the field where the blessed well is and it is three hundred yds. beyond it.There is another (giant) stone in Gannons land that a giant threw from Letter hillI got this from my mother who lives in MoyardSarah King

A Westport Man Hurries to Welcome Humbert 1798
The day after Humbert’s victory at “The Races of Castlebar,” prominent leaders flocked to him from all over Co. Mayo. From Westport came John Gibbons, agent to Lord Altamont [?]. This man was secretly a [treasurer…] of the United Irish Organization in Mayo, […also] director of the Pike factories in Mayo. He had two sons Edmond and John known afterwards as “Johnny the Outlaw.” His brother Thomas accompanied him to Castlebar. The agent John Gibbons of Westport was afterwards transported to Germany.His son Johnny and a priest named Fr. Prendergast [?] were hunted outlaws among the bogs of Castlebar.Denis Browne, brother of Lord Altamont of Westport was the terrorist of his time. He was known as “Soap the Rope.” The story common here around Westport is that being present as Sheriff one day at the hangings in Castlebar and the rope not doing its work quickly enough, he gave orders to have it soaped. John Gibbons or Johnny the Outlaw was captured near Letterfrack but managed to escape. He was aided by the MacLoughlin's of that place who paid dearly for doing so. One of the McLaughlin’s is said to have been transported for life. He was betrayed by the Burkes taken and hanged at the top of Peter St. Westport. From the scaffold tradition says, he cursed Mayo where he was betrayed and praised Connemara, among whose mountains he found shelter. Denis Browne left no stone unturned trying to apprehend Gibbons.