Over one hundred years ago, a mail coach used to pass along here from Cork to Dublin. At that time travelling was very troublesome and there were no such things as trains, motor-cars - not even a bicycle. The main road at present from Cork to Dublin was not there but instead there was a rocky narrow road. SOme of this road is to be seen at present, it crosses the main road from Cork to Dublin near Nine Mile House and up straight through the middle of Carroll's Hill, out the Church boreen in Killamery and down to Garryricken. That is the only part of the old road that is seen around this locality.
Now, this coach was drawn by horses and they used to be changed in many different places. The nearest place to this locality was Nine Mile House. There is a large house there which is seen to the present day. A family name Cody live there.
At that time, there lived a man in this house who used to untacle the horses and feed them. This night he was sitting at the fire

During the time of the tithe trouble three men who had collected tithes were bring gold from Cork to Dublin via the old mail coach road through Nine mile House. In front of Hanrahans of nine-mile House under two trees which stood until recently they buried the gold, then proceeded on their journey to Dublin and on arrival said that they had been robbed on the way. It was proved by the authorities that they had not been robbed and the three were shot at the spot where they had hidden the go,d. On the anniversary of their death three dogs were supposed to appear outside Hanrahans of Nine mile House.

One night a man was returning from Claremorris. It was nine o'clock in the morning. His wife was sick and he was at the doctor. His brother died in America and he saw his corpse about a half a mile from his own house. When his sister was dead the hearse got broken at the same place. He tried to turn on the road but it failed him. He went tot he nearest house and when he came out the coffin vanished. If ever he went out on Saturday after that he would see the coffin again.

Shoemaking:- There is now not one shoemaker in this parish when once at least a dozen tradesmen were kept working for fourteen hours every day during the autumn and winter months. Although the children of the labourers scarcely ever wore boots till they went in service still there was a great demand for them among the grown up people. The shoemakers very rarely repaired boots. Patching and soleing the hobnailed boots were done in every house. A "last" was in ever house and putting on "Theeveens" was done by everybody. Nowadays there is not even one shoemaker or cobbler in the parish and the younger generation has lost the art of even putting on tips or toecaps. For boot repairs we must send our boots to a town or village where the shoemakers very rarely make new boots, but spend their entire time in repairs. Fifty or sixty years ago there were five families of shoemakers within a mile radius of this hamlet, now there is not one. Ninety-nine pairs of boots now worn by

One evening there was a man weaving and he wanted strong feathers out of a gooses wing to put in loops. He could get none around his own place. So he had to go a mile or so to a house to get some. When he got to the house it was about nine o'clock and he sat down talking for an hour.
Then he and some person went out in the field to catch the geese to get the feathers. When he was ready to go home it was very dark and late. He crossed the fields home and when he was getting over a stile something like a barrel rolled after him. It followed him and sometimes it used

Long ago all farmers had to send their butter to Cork. It took them a couple of days to go there. One day a man from Clondrohid went to Cork with butter and when he reached Cork it was late in the day and he sold the butter and then started for home. He got a drive to Macroom. It was then about nine or ten o'clock and when he reached Clondrohid it was about twelve. He journeyed on until he came within a mile or two of his house. There was a lane in the road and he did not know anything until a big black dog walked out and he was going to make for his throat only something tempted him to put his hand into his pocket and got out his rosary-beads. Then the dog went inside the ditch. The man walked on for about five minutes and put his beads into his pocket again. Then the dog appeared again and was worse than ever. The man took out his beads again and the dog disappeared. It was then about two or three o'clock and the man was coming near a neighbour's house and he was going to call the man of the house and he thought the dog would not appear anymore and besides it was very late. He was only a quarter of a mile from his house this time and the dog

One night about 27 years ago I was coming from a fair in Listowel. I was not anyway drunk and as I came along to Toor I saw as I thought a nice red fire a few spades in on Maher's mountain for on I going back in the morning about nine o'clock there were people cutting litter on that very spot. I thought of course that it was so they had left a fire they had for cooking or reddening their pipes lighting after them so I went in. Stooping down to pick up a coal the whole fire rose up into the sky flying along the glen down into the Knockadereen meadows a distance of a mile. Many a time I have seen a light like that. Tadhg Ruadh told me one time a light such as that was a glow-worm but I know it is not. I am sure it is "Jacky-the-Lantern". For years I have known this light to be appearing in the height of the road and coming along the bogs to the front of this house. One night and I coming from rambling I saw it appearing on the road. I stood at the end of the house and it came along to the front on

him calling her to arise and come with him to her father's house. He told her he had her father's horse outside to take her home. They both went on the horse and drove at a very fast speed. At the end of every mile he used to sigh and say "Ocón Ocón", my head is sore".
She had a holland hand-kerchief and she wound it around his head and kissed his lips and said "Mo míle próp, you are as cold as clay".
When she arrived at her father's house she called her father and asked him if he sent for her by a messenger named John Magee. The father knew he was nine months dead. She did not believe this and she got some men to dig the grave and she found the holland handkerchief tied around his head.

A house belonging to Mr. Neylon was knocked in the morning of the seventh of January eighteen thirty nine The house was situated in the top of Talty's hill. At first the roof rose off it and it fell on the side of the hill then a gable and two chimneys fell and the stones of them went into the river at the foot of the hill. They did not repair the house. They bought a house in Ennis and they brought the furniture to it.4.A rick of hay belonging to Austin Hanrahan was knocked and some of it was brought to Howard's field about half a mile away. It was said stacks of corn were brought from the cliffs of Moher to Liddy's field in Martry.

Not very long ago about a half a mile from Ballyvaughan there lived an old man named Johnnie Moroney. He lived in a small house on the side of a hill. He was so lively that he was able to jump his own house.
He used to go up to the top of the hill behind the house every morning and take a run and leave his hand on the thatch and jump the house. Ho one would believe it until the people saw him doing it. He was able to lift a half hundred with his teeth and leave it up on the table, and he was able to jump nine feet seven inches in a high jump. He was very strong also.

About a mile from our house there is a townland called Ballincarra in this townland there was a little cabin and to this little house their was another little cabin attached to it and one of them acted as a chapel and the other one for a school. In the year eighteen thirty nine it was knocked by a storm or as it is called the night of the "Big Wind" after this there was a house for pigs and cattle.
After this twas abroad the fields the priest used always say mass. In that time if you were told soldiers where a priest was living you would get a hundred pounds and there was a

The townland of Curraheen is situated about two miles south of Rathgormack village at the foot of the Comeragh mountains about a mile from the Gap. It is a big townland for it has an area of 1766 acres. There are 11 houses in it and about 45 people. Four of these are pensioners. Nine of the houses are slated and two are thatched.
The river Clodagh runs through the townland which contains two lakes called after it. There are no trout in them.
There is an underground house in a lios there which is in a field called "Tigh fé thalamh". It was discovered by a man who was ploughing the field and the ground fell in where the house was. The owner of the field would not allow the hole to be left open and a stone was put over it. This was on account of his superstitions about the fairies. There is a tunnel going from this underground house in the direction of another lios in the neighbourhood.

Gernonstown. It is in the parish of Rathkenny. This townland is supposed to have got its name from a man named Gernon. He was a land lord many years ago. This townland if you saw it marked on a map it is in the shape of the letter L. It is separated from its neighbouring townlands by about three miles of a road and by a mile of a river and then an old disused road that has been closed for many years.
There are twenty houses in it and there are nine cottages. They are all slated except three and they are tiled. There is one gentleman's residence called after the townland. It is called Gernonstown House and one house known as the lodge belonging to the Gentlemans House. There are about nine farming

Graig now living in Waterford walked from his own house to New Ross in a half hour a distance of nine miles. His is about eighty-three years of age now. He used to spin thread and weave blankets and towls and woollen stuffs.
Mrs. Heffernan Coolyhune Graig used walk to Graig in five or ten minutes from her own house a distance of a mile and a half. She used carry a bucket of buttermilk on her head. One day there was a thunder storm and "thunder knocked the bucket off her head." She is alive still and is about seventy years of age now.
Mr. J. Brennan The Rower Co. Kilkenny was a great walker. He could walk about ten miles in an hour. He used walk from

My Grand father came to Liscumiskey sixty-six years ago. He was born in the townland of Corravilla about a mile from Liscumiskey. He was thirty-two years of age when he married. There was a new slated house built on the farm by his father, the first slated house in the townland.
I am living in the townland of Liscumiskey in the parish of Aghabog and in the barony of Dartree. There are nine families and thirty-four people living in these families. Mc Cabes nanme is most common. Some of the houses are thatched others slated and some iron. They were all thatched at one time but one; that is my house. The thatcher's name is Mc Cabe. He lives in the next townland of

About a mile from the Nine-Eyed Bridge which crosses the Blackwater just after it flows out of Loch Ramor there are the ruins of a Still House in Mr. Gilsenan's land.
Here, poteen was made years ago, the house is situated in a small plantation. Near it is a fishing place known as the Still House Rock. A number of men would come to fish here. They would make the poteen also. The poteen was hidden in jars at a spot about a mile from the Still House.
This place was unknown as a Still House. The smoke which often was seen was supposed to be from fires

About a mile from the New Bridge or as it is known the Nine-eyed-Bridge, along the shore of Lough Ramor there are the ruins of the Still-house, in the corner of Mr. Gilsean's land.Here poteen was made for some years long ago; the house is situated in a small plantation. There is a noted fishing place which goes by the name of the Still house Rock. A number of men would come to this place and fish and make the poteen the whole day long. About a half mile from the Still house there is a spot in which poteen used to be hidden and kept in jars.Nobody knew about this poteen-making and this was later on found out. The smoke caused no comment so it was thought the men were cooking the fish they caught.

About twenty years ago there was a little thatched house in Creggan wood about a quarter of a mile from our house. It was owned by Jack Armstrong and his wife who are both dead.
Every night about nine o'clock a little woman came to the window and sat there on the sill for ten minutes. One very stormy night she came to the door and begged for shelter. Mrs. Armstrong said "We keep no lodgers."
Then the little woman walked away, shook her head and said nothing. About half an hour later Mrs. Armstrong went upstairs and when she came down the little woman was sitting in the corner.
When Jack came in form raking she disappeared. The ruins of the old house are sill in existence. It is haunted until this day.

There lived in the townland of Clanglamine and in the parish of Geevagh, Co. Sligo a famous weight thrower known as Thomas McDermottroe. He was very small, his largest weight being nine stone. He could lift sixty stone. Many people saw him lift all that and are able to prove it. On another occasion he pulled a man weighing twelve stone, out of a river, and carried him on his back for a quarter of a mile until he reached his house.

My Home District
I live in a small village called Nadnaveigh in Tulsk Parish, in the Barony and Co. Roscommon. There are seven families in the townland. There are twenty two people in the village. The most common names are the Flanagans. There are two slated houses, one of which is an ancient building surrounded by a wood of trees and also a large orchard. There is a nice avenue leading to the house from the public road about a half mile long.
The other slated house is on and half storey high situated on an old road leading from the avenue into the village. The rest of the houses are thatched and are one storey high.
According to people's stories the townland got its name from the ravens building their nests in ash trees. There are two old people living in the village Mrs Flanagan and Mrs Hanly. They don't know any Irish language. They can not tell stories in Irish or in English. There were in one end of the village. There were nine other houses in the village, some of the people are dead and the others are gone to America. There are no ruins in the village. The townland is not famous in any song or story. It is a mixture of good and bad land.