A man by the name of Patrick Bourke of Kilfithmone was coming from a neighbours house one night about 9' O clock it was a dark night. He got into a field which was a short cut and he was put astray for about two-miles he came out at a place called Knockanure lane and fell off the ditch and nearly broke his nose. When he got up he turned his coat inside out and reached home safely about two O'clock in the morning.

Fr. O'Connor prophesied that the Kelly's will become so small that they can hurle under the bed.
A turkey-cock is said to be seen sitting on a stile in Mr Timothy Ryan's field in Brookley, Drom. He is said to be minding a crock of gold which is hidden under a tree. This stile is called "The French Stile". The room in Fishmoyne House, in which Carden died is believed to be haunted by him. for this reason it has not been opened since he died and the shutters are always closed. As a man named Patterson, from Kilfithmone was coming home from Borrisoleigh, he saw Carden riding a horse around a field. As he was passing, the horse said "Good Night" and he answered "Good Night" also.
When Patrick Younge Barnane was cutting hay with a mowing machine he cut some off the side

The parish of Drom is well served with good roads. The main road connecting Borrisoleigh with Templemore divides the parish almost into two equal divisions. This is a steamrolled road commonly known as "The New Line". It was made about 1850.
Besides this there are other roads, not steamrolled. Some of the names are :- The Backroad, New Road, Creamery Road, Ballinlonty Road, and Rock Road. The Backroad joins the townlands of Kilfithmone and Fishmoyne with the village of Drom. It is the oldest of the roads and has always been the route of funerals to Drom. The New Road connects Curraheen with the Killoskehane - Killea Road. This is an unfrequented road and is travelled only by people living along it. The Creamery road leads from Ballinlonty School to the pound in the village of Drom. The Ballinlonty Road connects

In Kilfithmone a flag was found by John Patterson when ploughing n the land of Bartholomew Finn. There was supposed to be gold under the flag, but the owner of the land would not let the workman go search for it.
The gold was said locally to be left there by the Danes. The ruin of a Castle is still to be seen near the spot where the flag was found. This castle is supposed to have been built and inhabited by the Danes. The flag was covered up again and never looked after since. The man who found the flag is alive yet. The place is one mile from Ballinlonty school and a quarter mile from my house.

Once upon a time there was a man working at Cookes in Borrisoleigh. He was in the habit of saying's things backwards. One day he was late coming back after dinner. Mr. Cooke asked him why he was late and he said :- "When I went home the door was in bed, Bid wide open, the table up on the hens and the potatoes swallowing the ducks".
Maura Collins,
Got from my parents.
Mr. and Mrs. Frank Collins,
Kilfithmone,
Borrisoleigh.

The Borrisoleigh - Templemore road with the Thurles - Limerick road. The Rock Road joins Borrisfarney with Dovea. It gets its name, from its position leading to Barnane Eile.
There is a story connected with this road which tells us that, as a certain man was passing the Church, he was speaking badly of a man that had been buried there that day. Suddenly the dead man jumped over the wall and followed him. After a fierce struggle between them, the pursuer killed the other man with a knife.
Besides these roads there is also a network of laneways.Maura Collins
Got from my parents.
Mr. and Mrs. Frank Collins,
Kilfithmone,
Borrisoleigh.

Of all the places on this earth
'Tis here I'd like to roam
'Midst those beechen shades and flowery glades
I'd like to have my home
Could I spend my lot divine
'Midst those beauty shade and sunkissed glades
Of Charming Sweet Fishmoyne.To wander here in Summer time
In the balmy evening hours
Embower in green from Kilfithmone
To Ballanonty's bowers
The roses' perfume scent the air
The tall trees rise sublime
The lilac makes a beauty spot
Of Charming Sweet Fishmoyne.To wander by the winding lake
When the sun is going down
Behind you western green hills, fair