Volume: CBÉ 0407 (Part 2)
- Date
- 1937
- Collector
- Location
Archival Reference
The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0407, Page 0305
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“Flax! man. I tell you I 'sot' flax...”
(continued from previous page)That was back in 1914. He had a pub. We spoke flax night after night & drank 'oceans of whiskey', so that his daughters called the whisky 'flax-seed' Pity this work could not have been started 20 years ago!
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- Like an inverted funnel with one side perpendicular: 'Depth' about 5 ft. from wall out no hobs. Holes at either side of fire for odds and ends. The 'blower' is universal (wheel bellows). The little Hall is 'lofted' for holding saddle, etc.
- Well about 1 mile from Limerick on our way in (left hand side - half mile beyond 'Magardle's' Pub. "Man who insisted on working on the Sunday. That Sunday he was ploughing and having finished in one field, was talking his team along the road to another. When passing this well the waters rose and drown himself and his horses (Tradition). Hence the name.
