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2019-06-18 00:20
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she had to sit down, take them off and carry them home. She had not got hat or cap even then.
About forty years ago the children at school began to get shoes in this district. Before that they all went barefoot to school even in the frost or snow. But mostly the big fellows always carried the wee ones on their backs at school. There were several shoe makers in this place, and there were lots of nailers in the village. Al the people had to do was to buy the leather, and that was cheap because there was a tannery in the town or village. Even yet it is called the tannery lane. The Dobbins and several others used to make nails. You pay 2d for what nails would go in the shoes. You'd pay two shillings to the shoemaker and you'd have a pair of shoes would last for years. There were iron mills in the village then too.
Even when the shoes began to be worn people from this place all carried their shoes and stockings in their hands, went the near cut down to Drumod and away so far as the steps near the
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2019-06-18 00:14
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Shops were not as numerous in former times as they are at present. Long ago the people went to the nearest town to buy cattle and clothes. Buying and selling was carried on in the village after Mass on Sundays especially the people that made baskets themselves brought them there to make sale of them to the people. This practice is now discontinued in our district. Money was not always given for goods, sometimes the goods were exchanged for potatoes or oats. Formerly the farmers did not give money to the workmen for their labour but they gave them potatoes and oats and milk and other household goods which was much better
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2019-06-18 00:04
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sells clothes. He has a drapery shop in Kerry.
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2019-06-18 00:03
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Shops were not as common formerly as they are at present. In former times the people had to go to the nearest town to purchase their clothes. Buying and selling was carried on after mass and is carried on presently such as bread, tea, sugar etc. Money was not always given sometimes tea or bread or meat, milk or potatoes. Goods were bartered in former days. Labour is also given in exchange for goods. Sometimes the people get their goods on "tick". Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays are the days the people generally remove cattle. The other days are considered unlucky. There were fairs held at Nadrid and "Rooves Bridge" formerly but now they are discontinued.
The names of the huxters in this district formerly were Mrs Connell and Mrs Tom Forde. The names of the huxters in this district at present are Mrs Healy and Mrs Moynihan. In former times a jewman named Isach Jackson used visit our district selling clothes. There is a man lodging in this district whose name is Mr Grady who
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2019-06-17 23:47
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were commonly known. Pedlars are scarcely seen now-a-days. The pedlar in former times used gather rags and jam pots and would give in exchange for those, pins, and needles. One of those men in our district was "Seymour" he lived in Clarke's farm in Farran.
Another man who used resort our district was Daniel Connell or commonly called "Jack the Brush". This man would sweep the chimneys and then the people would pay him by giving him old rags and jam pots.
Crowns, Sovereigns and half sovereigns are rarely seen now-a-days. The names by which the various coins are referred to now-a-days as "quids" for pounds, a ten shilling note is referred to as a "half quid or "ten bob", and a "half sovereign". A shilling is referred to as a "bob". A sixpence is referred to as a "tanner". A "threepenny bit" or a "kids eye". A penny or a "lop". A half penny was known as a "make". A farthing or a "Tráoinín".
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2019-06-17 23:31
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Shops are not so nuemerous in olden times, as they are at present. People in those days went to Cork to do any big days shopping, because very often they would no t get what they wanted in the homes villages. Yes! buying and selling was carried on after Mass, and it is still a practise. The chief articles sold were bread, and cigarettes. Labour was often given in exchange for goods. Long ago men used to work in shops and places, and instead of wages they used receive potatoes, tea, sugar, and other household goods.
Bartering was often in practise in olden times. When people would get goods on credit and not pay for them directly this was called "tick".
Markets for fowl, eggs, butter, etc, were held in former times in this village but are now discontinued.
Huxters, pedlars, and dealers
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2019-06-17 21:39
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An Tiolar agus an Dreolán.
Thug an tiolar siorradh thart ar an fhál agus sgiorr an dreolán isteach faoi fhoscadh a bhadhbdhúin féin. Labhar an tiolar- “A éin bhig is deise a bhfaca mé riamh gabh ar mo mhuin go dtéighidhmid suas os cionn na néaltaí agus gheobhaidhmid radharc ar an domhan mhór”. Labhar an dreolán amach leis- “Níl dúil agam in aedhar an tsaoghail, níl árd agam ar phlámas ba beag ar tóin do phutóige. Mise is clann mo mháthra”.
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2019-06-17 16:17
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has been discontinued for years and so has Carrig-a-Drohid which was a noted sheep and lamb fair held on the 24th June. This fair always ended with a dance. The Coachford village fair is always held in the streets. There are no tolls collected in this district except in Macroom and Mallow. The tolls in Macroom go to the Urban Council. The toll on pigs is three pence a head and sixpence on cattle. When an animal is sold the buyer generally cuts the hair off its side with a scissors. Millstreet fair the 1st March is the largest hose fair in the district. There is a tradition about the selling of animals that the seller should give a "luck money". It is supposed that Carrig-na-Muc a townland near Coachford was so called because a farmer in this district used to fatten his pigs under the shadow of a big rock which still stands near the castle.
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2019-06-17 15:59
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agus b’urranta aca bhí léim an dorais aca. Bhí an cuid a ba laige sin le na [?]cosa. Cuid eile nach rabh in-innimh corraighadh as áit na mbonn. Cuid eile thuit na gcnap i laige. Chuid a loitead sa teangbhail agus a chuaidh (tra) arsta ‘féin. Ní chluinnfea a dhath indo chluais acht caoineadh agus screadach agus béicfeach.
Bhí fear mór uachtach amhain ann a bhí annonn go maith i mbun a stuidéir. Chuaidh sé isteach agus cheanngail sé an marbhanach arís. Sgairt sé isteach ar an té a bhí fágta amuigh go n-abradh siad (siad) an paidrín. Chruinnigh siad isteach go h-úr nuaidh arís.
Bhí bean an toighe na seasamh ar leit na teineadh. Bean uath mhallach rásganta a bhí inntí a mbhead na comharsanaigh i gcomhnuidhe ag lagadh uirthí. D’amharc sí thart ceithre coirneil an toighe agus leigh sí uaill amhain aistí a chraith an t-urlár fuithe.
“Dá mbíodh múnadh orraibh”, arsa sise. “Dheanan lá go lá fheil Oádraig nach gcoinneochainn sé istoigh é acht ó tharla nach bhfuil rachaidh scaol air ar bhéal mhaidne”.
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2019-06-17 15:49
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Bhí bacach a gabhail thart fán áit seo fad ó shoin ar shiubhal ó dhoras go doras ag iarraidh na déirc agus ag guidheachthaigh. Bhí sé oidhche amháin ag bainth faoi i dteach a chomhair baile annseo. I drátha an meadhonn oidhche bhuail tolgán tinnis é agus le bodhranach ag lae stuic sé.
Bhí mo dhuine bocht cam chrupta casta. D’fhág anróg is ampladh as iomchar a mhála mar sin é.
Níor bhféidir a chur i gcomhnair gan a crámha a dhíruighadh. Shín siad ar tábla é agus theann siadh anuas le gadacha caola, cruaidhe cnáibe é.
Ag gabhail ó sholus do an oidhche thar na (im)bhárach bhí siad cruinne as achan cearn’na faire. Bhí fhios gur corpán gan crothnughadh a bhí ann. Líon siad isteach ó chúl an dorais godtí nach bfuightheac thart ann le daoine.
Thoisigh an cleasuidheacht. Chur siad tús le “Díol an choirce”. Rinne siad “Thart a bhróg”. Annsin “Tarraing siad an bhata”. Rinne siad “marcuidheacht na láire báine” “cleas a ghé cleas a cocháin” “cleas na scine” agus “cleas na pigne”. Thosuigh siad ar an. “Dallóig” annsin agus ins an deireadh thosuigh an choruidheacht.
Níor bhfada go rabh an teach ar aon gáir amháin agus ní chluinfea a dhath ar do chluasa acht gleó daoine. Bhí cuilceach greannmhar amháin ‘na shuidhe ag taobh an tábla agus é ag gearradh píopa tobaca. Chuir sé siar a láimh go for-mhothuighthe agus ghearr sé an gad a bhí trasna ar ucht an mharbhanaigh. Phreab an marbanach suas na shuidhe ar an tábla.
Sin an áit a rabh an teangbhail. An chuid a ba gaiste
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2019-06-17 00:27
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sciatha. These sciatha were used for carting turf in the bog.
Fiddle-Making
John Murphy, Fortgrady, Banteer made a fiddle in one night with galvanized iron.
Churn-Making
Bill Murphy, who lived in a little mud cabin in Gurrane, Banteer, used make milk churns.
Mats
Mrs Cronin, Gurrane, Banteer used make mats with rushes.
Candle-Making
Mrs Sullivan, mother of Mrs M. Cronin Banteer used make candles and thread.
Mrs Sullivan, mother of Mikey Sullivan Banteer West used make candles.
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2019-06-17 00:20
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Local fairs are always held in towns and villages, such as in Macroom, Coachford, Donoughmore, etc. Buyers walk the road to meet the farmers on fair mornings and often make a deal especially when there is good demand. In this district fairs were formerly held at Rooves, on the 1st January and on the 5th August and large crowds attended, whether they had cattle for sale or not and the fairs often finished up with faction fights. This fair
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2019-06-17 00:14
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his stock later. The best fairs of the year locally are the April and September fairs. There is no horse-fair held locally, the nearest being held in Macroom occasionally. On the first day of the local fair cattle and sheep are sold and the pig fair is held on the second day.
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2019-06-17 00:10
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be paid at the toll-house which used to be placed at the main entrance to the town or city. It was really a tax that had to be paid by people taking stock to the fair. This toll varied according to the amount of stock or goods that was being taken. The payment called toll is now discontinued in Coachford. When an animal is sold the seller gives the buyer what is called "luck money" out of the price the animal produced. The seller demand this "luck penny". When a bargain is made the parties concerned show their agreement sometimes by, the buyer striking the seller on the palm of the hand. They go then and treat one another to drink in the public house. When animals are sold they are marked in various ways the most common being clipping the hair off the sides of the cows and putting coloured paint or tar for sheep and a mark of some shape is cut out on the pigs backs. Each buyer has his own distinct mark so that he will be able to identify
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2019-06-16 23:55
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The local fair is held nowadays in the village of Coachford on the last Tuesday and Wednesday of every month. It is more convenient that the fair should be held in the fair-field, but, where there is no field set apart specially for the purpose it is held in the town square or in the village. In former years there used to be a fair held in Nadrid in the neighbourhood of Coachford. In those times faction fights were very common, that is a fight between members of two families and this generally took place at public meetings, such as fairs and the likes. Black-thorn sticks were freely used in the fight. It was rumoured, whether it is to be believed or not that in one of these fights, a man was badly injured and died later and that was the reason why the fair was discontinued.
In the olden times toll had to
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2019-06-16 20:45
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to the City. There is no toll paid in Coachford but the owners of yards charge for holding cattle.
When the beasts are purchased the buyer gives a docket to the seller, which he again presents to the buyer when he is demanding payment.
The mark they make on the cattle when sold is to put a cut of a scissors on the hip or a sign of paint or a blue chalk mark. When they would have their cattle sold they would sometimes make a mark by mud, they would take a piece of mud off of the ground and put it on the cattle.
When people sell a young colt they leave the halter go with him.
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2019-06-16 20:36
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There is only one fair held in the (Coachford) locality which is held in Coachford. The fair is always held in the village. In former times when my father was a little boy buyers used transact business at farmers houses. They used go around to the houses of the people buying pigs especially, but they used buy cattle also. It is done a little now but not so much as formerly.
There is no cattle fair discontinued, but there was a butter market in Coachford until about two years ago. The reason it was discontinued was; an order was got from the Government regulating prices and it was no longer of advantage to hold the market. There is no fair field in Coachford, it is held on the roads. When the Muskerry train was going from Cork to Coachford several people used to sell their cattle up near the railway. The train used to carry all the cattle
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2019-06-15 00:13
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it, it will do them good.
Steep some sheep droppings in water for a couple of hours and give a person who has the measles a small spoonful in a glass of water it will cure them.
To cure whooping cough pass the person who has the whooping cough under an asses belly and over its back three times in the name of the father, son and holy ghost.
A handful of the bark of the ''Burberry bush'' stewed in a pint of new milk was an old cure for jaundice.
Fasten an ivy leaf smeared with lard on the corn renew a couple of times it will bring up the corn.
Get a handful of the top of bruain stew like tea, strain when cool, and put into a bottle. A wine glassful taken every morning fasting would cure heart burn.
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2019-06-15 00:09
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The May Bush is one of the customs we have in Killiskey. On the evening of May Eve the boys go out and gather money with which they buy candles. They purcahse about six penny ones and cut them in two. Next they get egg shells and flowers. A few boys then go and cut a sgeach tree from the root, one that is in blossom. When the May Bush arrives it is stuck into the ground at the Killiskey bridge. The candles, flowers and egg shells are then stuck on it. The candles are then lighted and the May Bush looks very nice. Other boys make on a bone fire a short distance away from the May Bush, and Killiskey for that night is a very pleasant place. The May Bush and the bone fire are all ready now, and some young boy is sent around the village to call all the people out to enjoy themselves. Soon the place is full. The older people sitting up on the bridge, while the young people dance around and play music.
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2019-06-15 00:05
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and two or sometimes four is given for cattle. When a bargain is made between a buyer and seller they show their agreement by having a drink together.
When animals are to be sold they are marked with paint or mud or sometimes a piece of hair is clipped on their backs. The halter is always retained by the seller except on the sale of horses or bulls. The greatest fairs of the year are those which are held on the months of April and September. Sheep and bonhams are sold on the second fair day. There are no horse fairs held in Coachford and the nearest one to the local people is that which is held in Macroom.
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2019-06-14 23:56
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New style was bought for the occasion. A dance was generally held there in the evening when the fair was ended. These fairs are discontinued. About four or five years ago a butter market was held at Coachford and Rooves which were also discontinued because the farmers thought it was more profitable to send all the milk to the creamery than to make the butter and sell it at the butter market. Some people make butter still for their own use as they prefer the home made butter to the creamery butter.
At the Coachford fairs the farmers pay sixpence or a shilling to the owner of the yard in which the animals are put. When animals are sold the seller gets some money from the buyer which is called "Luck money". This is calculated on the price that is paid for the animals . A shilling is generally given as luck money for sheep and calves
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2019-06-14 23:43
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proverb says "If you have only a goat bring it to the centre of the fair".
The fairs are held in Coachford in the village. In every district the fairs are not held in the towns and villages as they are in our district. In Macroom the fairs are held in the fair field in Massytown. In former times buyers were at the crossroads on fair mornings where they bought animals from the people going to the fairs. The buyers also went to farm houses, generally pigs were bought on these visits. The latter practice is carried on by some "jobbers" still. Long ago a fair was held in Carrigadrohid and Rooves Bridge each place about a mile from Coachford on St John's day, only sheep were sold at these fairs. Formerly great crowds of girls went to Carrigadrohid fair. They looked forward to it a long time before it occurred as there was always great enjoyment there.
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2019-06-14 23:30
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The fairs are held locally in Coachford on the last Tuesday and Wednesday of each month. Buyers and sellers come from distant places to attend them. The people come to the fairs as early as possible so as to get in the centre of the fair for as the old
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2019-06-14 23:22
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people would boil butter milk and sugar and drink it while it was hot.
If a person had a swollen foot he would bathe it in bog-water and put chicken-weed on it.
In case of fever the hair of the head would be shaved off.
Olive oil was a cure for a scald or a burn.
For a weak heart, the people used to turn a cupful of oatmeal upside down, on the heart and they would say some prayers, and according to the weakness of the heart, the meal would leave the cup.
Lick a man-keeper's back for the cure of a burn.
Forge-water is the cure for the warts.
Blue is a cure for the sting of a bee.
Another cure for warts was to go out early in the morning and the first black snail met was rubbed to the warts, then the snail was hung on a thorn, and when the snail would wither the warts would also wither.
Poteen is a cure for rheumatism.
A piece of straw was a cure for a 'crick' in the neck.
Nine goose-berry thorns for a 'stye' on the eye.
Sugar candy and vinegar for a cold.
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2019-06-14 11:03
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mark the animal in the same place, usually making a letter or drawing a cross, and others mark them with mud off the road.
When a bull is sold a bit of rope is usually given with it for to tie him in the wagon, and a halter is usually given also with a horse. March and April fairs are the two best fairs in this locality. The only tradition in connection with the selling of animals is the "Luck Penny".
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2019-06-14 10:57
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are now discontinued, owing to there being no railway station in any of the two townlands, or any convenience for the distribution of the cattle bought or sold. There is a cross road and an old castle at Carrigadrohid, and five or six roads run to Rooves Bridge.
Toll is paid in towns, never in country places. The toll is usually paid to the town councils and its amount is anything from a penny to a sixpence "a head" which means per animal. Some of the owners of yards charge in Coachford for keeping the cattle.
When a bargain is made the parties show their agreement by marking the cattle with a scissors or with chalk, or sometimes they pay deposits, or the seller usually presents a docket to the buyer when he is demanding his payment.
When animals are sold each buyer has his own style of marking. Some buyers have a scissors and they mark the animal on the rump by cutting off some of his coat. Others have red or blue chalk, and they
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2019-06-14 10:40
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The local Coachford fairs which take place the fourth Tuesday and Wednesday of each month are held in the middle of the street.
On Tuesdays the cattle and sheep fairs are held and on Wednesdays the pig and bonahams fair. Fairs are held in all towns of this district, but not in the streets, there is generally a field near or in the centre of the town where the fair is held, and this is called the "Fair Field". Buyers still transact business especially at farmers houses, and when they are buying pigs and calves.
Luck money is still paid on cattle when sold. It is the person who is buying the animal that generally gets the money which is supposed to be for luck, and the amount of money given varies, usually about a half-crown or five shillings.
Fairs were held in Nadrid, and Carrigadrohid formerly, but they
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2019-06-14 10:28
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few disused ones.
Different kinds of clothes are worn at certain times such as white frocks and wreathes and veils for the girls on the day of First Communion or on the day receiving Confirmation. After the death of a near relative black is worn. It is also a custom for some one in the house to wear articles of clothing of the deceased for a couple of Sundays going to Mass after the death, and it is right to sprinkle them with holy water. There is no special custom as regards clothes worn at weddings but black is never worn by women but it is an old saying to wear "something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue".
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2019-06-14 10:06
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Woolen Mills. Several people buy the cloth at the mills and get it made by one of the tailors.The chief kind of cloth used are tweeds and serges. The only saying I ever heard about a tailor is "a tinkers wife and a tailors wife never agree".
The implements the tailor uses are the needle, thread, thimble without any bottom, and iron for pressing called "flat iron", chalk for marking and a sewing machine. The shirts are still made in the homes of the people. The cloth used for making these is oxford shirting, flannel and flannelette. Some of the men still wear flannel jackets called "baneens" and trousers. Some of the people remember them (to be worn more as an inside garment) to be worn outside, and turned up at the waist and knotted in front but now they are worn more of an inside garment and pullovers are worn instead outside.
Socks ans stockings are knitted in every home also jumpers, cardigans, and all kinds of underwear. There is no spinning wheel in use in the District but there is a
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2019-06-14 09:37
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The number of tailors presently in the district are three. Mr Twomey who lives in the village is both deaf and dumb. He learned his trade in the deaf and dumb Institute School in Dublin. Mr Carrol who lives in this side of Dripsey is a tailor who does good trade and Mr Keefe also lives in Coachford. Mr Twomey travels from house to house and mends all the rough clothes for the people. To the homes of the people who have a big family of boys and men he goes chiefly.
The tailor who lives in Coachford stocks cloth. There is no cloth made in the homes of the people but it is spun and woven at the local Dripsey
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2019-06-14 09:28
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death they only wear it for six months.
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2019-06-14 09:27
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named Mrs Sullivan who lives in Clontead, she knits jumpers by hand and sells them to the people. Also her crochet is much to be praised. She does all the work with her hand.
Thread is not spun in the homes of the people. There is only one house in the district that I know that possesses a spinning wheel. That is the house of Mrs Buckley R.I.P. Clontead.
Special types of clothes are sometimes worn on certain occassion such as white dresses and wreaths and veils are worn for Confirmation and First Communion and sometimes at weddings especially when they are celebrated in the city. At the death of a relative the people wear black and if they do not like to wear all black they wear a piece of black cloth in the shape of a diamond on their arm. The men wear a black band on their hats and a black tie and the women wear a black dress and black stockings. After a parents death they wear black for a year, but after a brothers or sisters
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2019-06-14 00:21
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and woven locally at Dripsey Mills and is worn by many of the local people. Tweed and serge are the chief kinds cloth that are used. The chief implements that the tailor uses is a foot machine, an inch tape chalk and a lap board.
In olden times shirts were made from the flax that was grown locally. My grandmother who is still living remembers a time when men wore flannel shirts or "báneens" at their work. One man who died a few years ago and who lived in Direen always wore a flannel shirt, His name was Mr Twomey. Presently some men wear flannel shirts as an under garment. Nowadays the shirts are not generally made in the homes of the people, they are bought in the shops as they are cheaper than to make them. Stockings and socks are made in mostly all the homes in this district, jumpers are also made. Mrs Buckley, Rooves, has a knitting machine for knitting stockings. She sells the stockings to the people of the district. By this she earns her living. There is another woman
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2019-06-14 00:05
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There are three tailors in the District of Coachford. Their names are Mr OKeefe, Mr J Carroll and Mr J Twomey, the last mentioned is deaf and dumb. He learned his trade in a Dublin Institution for the deaf and dumb. He travells from house to house as tailors did in former days, but the other two tailors do their work at home. The tailor does not stock cloth in his house. Cloth is spun and
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2019-06-13 23:59
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shape, and others just a black band, and they usually wear black ties, and the women generally wear black clothes.
At weddings there are no special kind of clothes worn, but often as not there are wreaths and veils and costumes worn. The wreaths and veils are usually white in colour, but the costumes generally vary.
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2019-06-13 23:55
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tailor jumped off the table and said he would immediately. When he had the job done, Saint Patrick told him when he was about to leave "that a tailor would be always "light ans airy" and that his trade would never go down".
The following are the chief gear or implements the tailor uses in his work:- a needle, a sewing machine, a thimble, thread, a scissors, a pressing iron, a lap board, and coloured chalk.
Shirts are still made in the homes of some people in this district yet. The chief cloths used are flannelette and calico shirting.
Socks and stockings are still knitted locally. There is one spinning wheel in the district yet, but the woman who used to work it is dead.
There is a special kind of dress worn on First Communion days and on Confirmation days, and this is usually white in colour. There is also a wreath and veil worn. On the death of a relative men generally wear crapes on their arm, some diamond in
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2019-06-13 23:42
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There are three tailors in this district. One of these tailors a Mr Twomey who is a dummy goes around from house to house working when required. He learned the trade in a deaf and dumb Institute in Dublin. The other two tailors work at their homes.
The tailor in Dripsey whose name is Mr Carroll, stocks his own cloth. The only place in this district where cloth is spun and woven is in Dripsey Mills. The people of this district and of many other places wear the cloth that is made there. Their tweeds are far famed owing to their grand quality and colours. It is mostly all tweeds and serges that are used for suitings in this locality.
The only tradition that I ever heard connected with tailors was, that long ago Saint Patrick went to a tailor and asked him to put a patch on his coat as he wanted it badly, and the
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2019-06-13 11:13
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for the spars is gathered. The best spars are made from elms, laurels and hazels, as they are easily bent. The spars are cut and pointed and placed in bundles. Wheaten straw is the best for thatching as it lasts longest. The straw is pulled in sheafs and put up in "baus" up on the roof. The (straw) straight spars are called "stretchers" so as to keep the "baus" down. The thatcher wears a leather band on his right hand in order to beat down the spars. There is still a "cooper" in Coachford named Patrick Riordan who inherited the art of barrel making from his father. He makes barrels boxes and timber churns and keelers.
A Mrs McCarthy not (being) long dead a native of Direen, was noted for her skill in crochet quilts and antimacassars for the covering of chairs. She used get orders for those articles and it was partly her way of living.
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are "sally" twigs. When he used have these baskets completed he used sell them at the monthly fair in Coachford. His son Denis O'Leary is very well accomplished in the craft of fretwork. His work is very perfect and much admired. Spinning is now an art of the past in this district. The late Mrs Buckley Clontead R.I.P. was very well versed in the art of spinning. She used spin all the wool into thread for the making of the home-stockings and other articles. When the wool was sheared off it was first washed and then put out to dry. She used then spin it into thread by the means of the spinning wheel. Home dying is not much practiced as it cannot be done properly except in small articles. Most of the larger articles are sent to the cleaners and dyers in the city. Thatching is still done in the district as there are still a number of thatched houses in the surroundings. This work needs a dry calm day. First the material
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2019-06-13 10:22
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A number of old crafts that formerly existed in this local district have died out with the death of the old people.
Up to about fifteen years ago a local man named Patrick O'Leary R.I.P. Peake was competent in the art of basket making, such baskets as panniers, skiatáns made with twigs. The best twigs for basket - making
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2019-06-13 10:16
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make the nails out of a long piece of iron which he used redden in the fire and beat into the shape of nails. He used make nails for the forge and for the carpenters and for others. This industry is not carried on now.
About a century ago there was a butcher in Coachford his name was Mr Dale. He lived where Mrs Murphy is living now.
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2019-06-13 10:12
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the clothes were put into the pot containing the mixture and left boil for about an hour. They were then taken out and rinsed with cold water and put out to dry.
Súgáns were made locally. Mr John Horgan Knockanowen Coachford makes his own súgáns yet, he makes them out of straw and twists it round the chair until it is firm.
There is still a cooper in our village of Coachford. His name is Mr Riordan. He makes butter boxes for the creamery and barrels and tubs. The implements he uses are, a saw, a plain an anvil, a compass, a hoil, a hatchet, a spokes shere, a hammer, a grufe iron, a hoop iron and chalk.
The nearest limekilns are in Aherla about eight miles from Coachford. There was also a nail maker in Coachford. His name was Mr Foley. He had two sons who learned the same trade. He used
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2019-06-13 09:58
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He had two sons both of whom were nailers and received their education at Coachford national school.
Thatching in olden days was very familiar to the people as most of the houses were thatched but now they are rare in Coachford district. Wheaten straw was the best for thatching.
This was pulled from the rick and made into nice tidy sheaves ready for use. The thatcher usually grew the spars or twigs which he used for the purpose. These spars were cut a certain length and pointed at both ends so that they may easily go through the thatch.
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2019-06-13 09:57
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was platted to make the wick. A mould was then secured and the hot tallow was left set until the candle was formed.
In former times people used spin their own thread and the following manner in which it was done. First the wool was sheared off the sheep, it was then carded and spun into thread. The white wool was dyed for making coloured cloth.
The people used also have their own thatch which was called wheaten straw. Some of the farmers use it for thatching yet. The straw was first pulled and made into bundles. Then they used get rods and point them to bind the thatch together.
Mr Dan Twomey the smith makes gates and repairs them and repairs ploughs and in former times he used make fire cranes.
Long ago the dying was done at home with a mixture made of logwood copperas and water. Then
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2019-06-13 09:45
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The way that people used make candles in olden times was to melt tallow in a pot, and then thread
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2019-06-13 09:43
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He had two sons both of whom were nailers and received their education at Coachford national school.
Thatching in olden days was very familiar to the people as most of the houses were thatched but now they are rare in Coachford district. Wheaten straw was the best for thatching.
This was pulled from the rick and made into nice tidy sheaves ready for use. The thatcher usually grew the spars or twigs which he used for the purpose. These spars were cut a certain length and painted at both ends so that they may easily go through the thatch.
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2019-06-13 09:35
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In olden times some people made their living by crafts, such as basket making, nail making etc.
About fifty years ago a man who resided in Coachford earned his living by nail making. His name was Mr Foley. He lived in a small house at the western side of the village where he carried on his work. His house had no chimney as the coal he used was anthracite. He made all kinds of nails from long iron rod; he made them for boots, shoes, timber, iron etc.
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2019-06-13 00:37
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man living in Peake named Mr Patrick Leary who made these baskets. He grew the twigs for making them. The baskets are not made locally now but the twigs are still to be seen growing where Mr Leary lived.
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2019-06-13 00:34
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cooper. His name is Owen Riordan. In former times people made their own candles in their homes. At first they rendered or melted suit or fat. They had a mould the shape of a candle for the candle making, and when the fat was melted they put it into the mould. A piece of twine or some kind of strong thread was fixed in the centre of it for a wick. A piece of stick or a nale was then tied at each end of the wick to keep it straight. The fat was left in the mould for a day or two, after this time the candle was ready for use. The old people also made their own baskets these were called "scíhogues" and "panniers". There was a handle on each side of the "scíhogues" these baskets were used for bringing potatoes or turf or turnips from the fields and were often used as a cradle for little babies. There was a
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2019-06-13 00:22
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Long ago all the old people had spinning wheels for spinning thread from their own wool. There was an old woman named Mrs Buckley living in our district near the school who died recently. She had a spinning wheel a short time before she died, she was spinning thread for socks. She kept black sheep for to have the black wool. There is a man living in the district still who makes tubs and barrels, he also makes butter boxes for the local creamery. At some periods of the year he makes his living at this work alone. He has a workshop adjacent to his house where he does his work. This man is called a
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2019-06-13 00:14
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that night the men died.
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2019-06-13 00:13
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that night the men died.
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2019-06-13 00:13
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not very level. Ther are a couple of trees growing in them. There are some people buried within the ruin of the church.
The unbaptised children were sometimes buried in the cross roads or by the side of the wall of the church. The cross roads where they were buried was called "crossín na leinbh". They are now buried by the back wall of the churchyard. "You should never interfere with a graveyard" is an old saying. There is a story told that once a couple of men were building a house and there was a disused graveyard in the district. The men were short of stones for the house and they found a very big stone in the graveyard. There brought home the stone with them and built it into the wall of the house. The next morning when they came to the house the stone had been removed. They went again to the graveyard and found two women sitting upon the stone. They went away again and
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2019-06-13 00:01
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There are four graveyards in the parish. There are two in Magourney, a Catholic and a Protestant graveyard, one in Aghabullogue, and one in Kilcolman. All these churchyards are still in use.
There is the ruins of an old church still to be seen in each of the Catholic graveyards. Any of the graveyards are
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2019-06-12 23:57
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the Protestant portion, which is situated in the old ruin, some of the monuments are more elaborate, they are made with marble and some of the graves are enclosed with an iron railing. There is a portion of the graveyard in Magourney is reserved for unbaptised children of the Parish. There are several local families living in the district, who bury their dead in their family burying place although it may be a long distance away.
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2019-06-12 23:50
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There are three churchyards in this district namely Magourney which is partly in two sections one part reserved for the Catholics and the other for the Protestants, Aghabulloge and Kilcolman. Coachford graveyard is situated in the townland of Gleepe and Kilcolman in the lands of Mr Buckley in Clonmoyle. The churchyard in Kilcolman is shaped round while that in Coachford is of an oblong shape. There are still the remains of an old ruin in Magourney churchyard and also in Kilcolman. Coachford graveyard contains a number of ancient crosses and headstones. The names and dates of those to whom the crosses and headstones were erected being inscribed. The headstones and crosses are of cut limestone but in
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2019-06-12 18:54
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i luing thainic cupla fear ar a cúl agus chaith isteach sa tsoitheach í. Bhí an long ar tí seoladh agus mar sin d’fhuaduigh siad leo amach go h-India í.
Bhí suimh mhór airgid ainmanighthe do’n té bheirfeadh arais í. ‘Nois ba grathach leis an fhear seo ruaig a thabhairt anuas na céidhe gach lá féachaint an bhfuigeadh sé scolb no scéala a ingne. An lá seo bhí sé shíos thug sé fá dear an bheiste bhí ar an chaptaoin seo. Bhí fios aige gur long láimhe a ingne a bhí ar an bheiste bhí sé ag cathamh.
Chuaidh sé ‘un cainnte leis. D’innis an captaoin dó a scéal ó thús go deireadh agus bhí a fhios ag an ceannaidhe gurb í a nighean féin a fuascladh ón dóghad. D’innis an captaoin dó gur goirid go mbéadh an long i dtír.
Nuair a thainic sí bhí áithne ag an ceannuidhe ar a nighean feín agus bhí fáilte mór roimpe. Rinne sé féasta mór a rabh an mate agus uilig ann nuair a siubhal an captaoin isteach agus é in éideadh úr.
Seannruigh an mate nuair a chonnaic sé é no bhfhada a shíl sé é bheith marbh agus thug sé do na bonnaí é. Bhí luthgháir mhór ar an cháilín óg an captaoín óg a fheiceal arais nó ní rabh dúil ar bith aicí ins an mate. Pósadh iad agus thug an ceannuidhe spré mór duithe agus mhair siad go sona séanmhar go fada ina dhiaidh.
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2019-06-12 18:52
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Is goirid na dhiaidh sin gur fhág siad fá choinne an bhaile agus an cáilín leo. Rinne sí bheiste ioldathach do’n chaiftin a shníomh sí le na lámha féin agus bhíod bród ar an chaptaoin a beith a cathamh. Ach bhí éad mór ar a mate leis agus bhíodh sé i gcomhnuidhe a smaoiteadh goidé mar thiocadh leis cleas feille a imirt air.
Oidhche amhain nuair nach rabh an caftaoin ar a choimhead thug an mate urróg dó agus cuir sé thar an taobh é. Nuair a Thainig an caiftin chuige féin snamh sé leis, mhothuigh sé an feamnach lé na lámha. Rug sé greim ar agus mhothuigh sé go rabh sé ar oilean mara. Smáoitigh sé síos a meabhrú agus a thabhairt buideachas do Dhia.
Níor bhfada do ins an stáid nuair a chonnaic sé chuige bád agus fear ann. Dubhairt sé gurbh eisean an fear a shabhail sé on bás agus go dtainic sé le tarrthail a thabhairt air ins an riocht a rabh sé.
“Léim isteach ins an bád”, arsa seisean, “agus béidmid i Lonndain sul a sroichidh an long é”. D’imthigh siad leo ins na fatha fasaí agus níor fhada gur shroich siad Lonndain.
Anois bhí fear i Lonndain a chaill a ingean. Bhí oifig aige shíos ar an céidh agus ba ghrathach léithese dul síos go minic a d’-amharc air. Lá amhain da rabh sí síos agus í ag amharc isteach
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2019-06-12 18:50
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chonnaic siad ceathar fear uatha agus poll mór deánta aca. Bhí fear eile leó agus é na luighe ar an talamh agus é ceangailte de lámh agus de chos. Tharraing siad níos comhgaraighe agus chualaidh siad an ceann faidhain ag cainnt.
“Mar ndíolaidh tú na chúig punta”, arsa seisean, “cuirfear tú ins an uaigh seo beó beitheach i gcionn cúig bomaite”.
“Féacaidh mé le na dhíol má bheireann tú tuilleadh spáis damh”, arsa an fear a bhí ceangailte.
“Dheamhain spás no spás a fhaghas tú”, arsa seisean. Thug sé ordú do na fir eile agus chaith siad isteach san uaigh é agus thoisig ag cathamh na creafóige ar a mhullach.
Léim an caiftir suas chuca agus chaith sé chuca na cúig punta agus d’iarr ortha an fear a leigint shaor. Rinneadh seo agus d’imthigh siad leobhtha. Nuair bhfhada daobhtha gur chualaidh bean óg ag screadaigh go truaghcanta agus í ceangailte do chrann. D’fhiafruigh siad dí goidé ba adhbhar a (buaidhreamh) buartha.
“Tá mé le doghadh anocht mar íodbhairt do na deithe bréige”, arsa sise “agus níl fuasgladh i ndán damh no béidh an chuideachta annseo sar i bhfadh”.
Ghearr an caftaoin a cuid cuibhreach agus cheangail siad allta in a h-aít agus thug leo í.
Bhí an cáilín buidheach beannachtach do’n chaiftín.
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2019-06-12 18:49
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tráthnóna. Tá teach beag shuas annsin a bhfuigh tú dídean ann”.
Smaoitigh an bhean go mbhféidir nach mbéadh gléas ró-mhaith ar a muintir sa bhaile le í a chongail agus ghlac sí comhairle an t-seanduine. Bhíodh an bheirt aca amuigh ag cruinniú sa lá agus an páiste ar scoil. Lá amhain a rabh siad amuighcasadh ortha pedlar agus a bhean agus chuaidh ‘un cainnte leó.
D’innis siad an doigh a bhí ortha. Is cosmhail gur bean as Baile Atha Cliath bean an phedlera agus go rabh a hathhair na “Merchant Mór”. Bhí barraidheacht teasa uirthí sa bhaile agus rith sí ar shiubhal leis an phedlar chéadna seo.
Bhál d’innis sí do bhean Gaothdobhar go dtabharfadh sí litir duithe ionnsair a h-athara i mBaile Atha Cliath agus go mbheadh sí maith go leór da dtéigheadh sí ann. Chuaidh sí féin agus an stocach. Chuir an Merchant seo léigheann agus foghluim roimh an stocach. Chuir sé ar scoil é le léigheann fairge a fhaghail.
Nuair a bhí sé oilte sa chéird seo bhí long tráchtal ag dul go h-India agus sé an fear seo a chuir an Merchant mar caphtaoin uirthi. Chuaidh gach rud ar aghaidh i gceart gur shroich an long an India. Lá amhain nuair a bhí an caphtaoin agus an mate ag spaisteóireacht thart comhgarach do choillidh
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2019-06-12 18:47
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An Caiftín Óg.
Chuaidh cailín as an áit seó ar fheastódh i gCondae Thír Eoghain agus nuair a bhí sí cupla bliadhain ann posadh I agus bhí dóigh bhreagh uirthí. Acht indiaidh tamall bhig, nuair nach rabh acht tachran amháin aca, chaill a fear-cheile a lámh agus fuair sé bás. Thainic sise arais agus an páiste léithe ag tarraingt ar a muinntir fhéin go dtainic sí go Gaothdobhair agus nuair a bhí tuitin na h-oidhche ann cé casadh uirthí ach fear siubhal. Cuir sé forrán uirthí agus d’fhiafraigh sé cha rabh a triall. D’innis sise a sgéal dó o thús go deireadh.
“Beirfidh mise comhairle do leasa duit”, arsa an fear siubhail.
“Thig leat a dhul a chruinnín do chodach liomsa sa lá má fhágann tú an pháiste ar scoil croc a’ stolaire agus thig leat a dhul na aircis san
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2019-06-12 11:04
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olden days was turf and bog-deal wood.
The means they had for light in olden days were namely bog-deal splinters, candles, dips and rushlights. The people brought in bog deal which was to be got in the bog and kept it near the fire during the day and they light the splinters whenever they wanted light. They had also a handle for holding them.
Candles were commonly made in the district in former times. When people would kill a cow they would keep the fat and melt it. They had special shapes for making them called moulds. For what we call the wick they had a piece of cotton thread. They also had rushlights as a means of giving light. They used peal the rushes and dip them in tallow. While they would be having their meal at night they would all sit around in a circle on the floor and one would sit in the centre and hold the light while the others would be eating.
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2019-06-12 10:42
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The large houses had the fire-place in the centre wall but in small houses it was at the gable wall. The front of the chimney was generally always made of stones and mortar and in the small houses which they called "cabins" there was holes made in the thatch. These houses were made of mud and they had no windows only the light shone in over the half-door and they had the light of the fire by night. Several houses had no chimneys only a hole going up through the thatch and a bucket without any bottom stuck in a hole in the thatch to take away the smoke. Other houses had no windows and they had a bag of hay stuck in a hole. Many people that lived in these houses got blind after some years for want of light and on account of the smoky atmosphere. The floors in olden houses were made of earth. In the farmers houses and in the old cottages half door were very common. The firing they had in
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2019-06-12 10:11
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In olden days the houses were mostly all thatched. The thatch was chiefly wheaten straw, heath also long grass called "Fionán" and rushes. All these were grown on the farms of the people.
Most people in olden days had "settle beds" in the kitchen. By day they were folded up with the bed clothes enclosed, and were used to form seats. They had also what they called "press beds" which also folded up like a cupboard and the "taster" beds had hoods made of timber over them.
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2019-06-12 09:57
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cease until the stone was moved back to its proper place in the graveyard.
Some of the local families still use certain graveyards though they sometimes are much further distant than the parish graveyard.
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2019-06-12 09:54
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Aghabullogue. One which is situated in the chapelyard and which is in the townland of Dromatimore, is also a burial place for priests, and the other one is in Coolinea and is in the townland of Coolinea. All those graveyards are still in use. There is an old church ruin in the Magourney and the Coolinea graveyards. The Magourney graveyard slopes a little in the southerly direction. There are trees growing in the graveyards in this locality. There are people buried within the ruins of the churchyard. There are no disused graveyards in this parish.
The only story that I ever heard that was connected with the local graveyard was, that there was once a family who lived in a house near the graveyard. One day a member of the family took a flagstone out of the graveyard and took it home with him as a hearth flag. That night any member of the family could not sleep with the noise and shuffling that was going on in the kitchen near the fireplace, and that noise did not
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2019-06-12 09:37
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There are five Catholic graveyards and one Protestant graveyard in this parish. Three of those graveyards that are situated in this locality are in different townlands. One of the Catholic graveyards is situated in the Chapelyard of this district and it is in the townland of Nadrid. It is used only as a burial place for priests. The other Catholic graveyard is in the townland of Glebe. The Protestant graveyard is close to it and is in the Glebe townland also. There is another graveyard in Kilcolman and it is in the townland of Myshall, and the other two graveyards are in
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2019-06-12 09:28
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paraffin oil.
A number of these old houses are now in ruins, and in some places better ones are built to replace them.
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2019-06-12 09:26
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opened top and bottom. In olden times too, the floor was made of yellow earth, in the summer the earthen floor used be dry and inclined to break up, but in the wet weather, the floor used get damp and muddy and of course this was very unhealthy. At the present time the houses are being built of concrete blocks and the floors are cemented or tiled. In some of the very modern houses the floors are made of terrazo.
Half-doors are still common in this district and especially in some of the farmhouses that were built about a half a century ago. In the old houses the firing used was mostly turf and timber. Very little coal was used in those days. The old methods used for giving light at night were splinters and dips. Bogdeal which was very useful as a lightgiver was greatly used by the people who lived convenient to the bogs. Nowadays in the country districts the methods for giving light are candles and
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2019-06-12 09:12
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used in the kitchen. During the day the chairbed was rolled in and used as a chair.
Fireplaces were not always placed at the gable wall, in some places the fire was situated near the wall between the kitchen and the sleeping room and in other places it was placed in the centre of the floor. In very ancient times people used dwell in houses where there were no chimneys except for an iron pipe that used to take up the smoke. In a number of these old houses, where the walls were made of mud there were no windows. The houses were considered good, if there were wooden shutters which could be opened at times to leave in the sunshine. In more houses there were no windows at all and the only way the sunlight could reach the house was over the half door, and whatever light the fire gave.
The houses that are being built nowadays have fine large windows and the most of them can be
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2019-06-12 00:23
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In olden times most of the houses were thatched and some of them had sheet iron over the thatch so as to preserve it. But of late years these old houses are being knocked down and better ones built instead having slate roofs. When the houses were small chairbeds or pressbeds were
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2019-06-12 00:19
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at the gable end of the wall, but now the kitchen is always in the middle of the house and the fire is in the kitchen. Long ago the (kitchen) chimney was made of mud and clay and wattles and sometimes stones and morter. In former times there were no chimneys in the houses only pipes going up through the roof of the house, and the fire was generally in the middle of the house and at night the family used sit round the fire.
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2019-06-12 00:11
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In former times the houses were thatched with heath or straw and it was very rare to see a slate house. The heath was provided in the bog.
In olden times the people had beds in the kitchen which were called "settle beds. One was generally placed near the fire. Long ago the fireplace used be placed
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2019-06-12 00:07
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The floors were made of mud and clay, and they were very rough. Half doors were very common in this district in the olden times but are not so common to day.
In nearly all parts turf was used as fireing but where people were not near bogs they used gather sticks and other things for fireing. In bogs, they used cut one very large sod, and this was always put at the back of the fire, which they said "did as a back to the fire" and economised in the amount of turf.
In olden times there were hardly any lamps used only little splinters of wood stuck in the wall.
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2019-06-11 23:59
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Some of the old houses in this district were built of mud and old sticks, but there are very few of those to be seen now. All those houses were thatched with old rushes and straw. They used cut the rushes in the bogs, and gather the heath also and thatch the roof with those.
In olden times people kept beds in the kitchen also because there would not be sufficient room in the rest of the house especially when there would be large families.
The beds were called "taster" or camp beds, others used to have beds on the floors and those were called bunks.
In those times houses were owned by landlords and all the tenants used pay the rent to those. The houses were always kept in very bad repair. Roofs were generally leaking and the walls were very wet.
Those houses had no glass in the windows, but little shutters, and they were very small and narrow.
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2019-06-11 23:43
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wheaten bread. It as baked in an open griddle. Meat was eaten when it was able to be got and that was seldom. They used to kill a cow or a pig for christmas. It was generally salt meat. Fish was rarely eaten in the main land but sometimes they used have red herrings.
The main vegetables were cabbage and turnips and in the years of the famine they used to eat the turnips raw. In olden days they used to eat water cress which is rarely eaten now.
Cakes containing currants were only eaten at stations, at weddings and at christmas. A jar of whiskey was only got at christmas. Tea came into general use a few years after the famine. The vessels used before cups became common were timber mugs called porringers.
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2019-06-11 23:31
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The number of meals the people had in olden days was three. They were breakfast, dinner, and super. The breakfast was about nine o'clock, the dinner at midday and the supper at night fall. The people used to work for a few hours in the morning before their breakfast.
The morning meal consisted of "stirabout", new milk, and before the years of the famine they used to have potatoes for the breakfast. For the dinner they used have potatoes, thick milk and sometimes a red herring. For the supper they used have stirabout and thick milk or buttermilk. The stirabout was made of Indian meal and a little flour through it. Men used also eat raw oatmeal in olden days. When there were large families the table was placed in the centre of the floor. In small houses the table used be stood up against the wall. The bread that was eaten was called
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two round stones rubbing together worked by hand. Boxty bread was made, and prácus, in which pea's were used. They grew the pea's themselves and ground them and made pea flour. The bread was wetted with flummery which was made with oats and was put in a basin to steep in cold water for three days until sour. Then it was strained and used like buttermilk. it was drunk with potatoes and wetted cakes. The cakes were baked standing up before the fire. A sod of turf or a brick was put at each side of the cake and the "maide - briste" that is a tongs made of a bent sally was put at the back and the cake was put in between the legs of the tongs. The wheaten cakes were baked very hard. First the wheaten flour was put in a dish and boiling water was put over it and more dry flour and wetted with flummery and then it was kneaded for a long time until very dry. When the cake was finished the woman would put her elbow down on the top to let out the steam when baking. Enough cakes used to be baked in a day
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There were a lot of old trades carried on long ago. Candles were made this way. Three wheaten straws about half a foot long would be got, and then a clean calico rag would be wound tightly round these up to the top. Then they were dipped in hot grease which was in a "grisset" and then left in a cool place to dry. One of these candles would burn for about an hour.
Soap was made from the pith of the elder.
Baskets were made with sallies for gathering, potatoes, mangels, and for carrying turf. These were called "cliabhs" and "skibs". Some people made their living by making those.
Spinning and weaving were carried
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of the present day do with bacon. Nettles were sometimes used as a vegetable in the month of May and this was believed to be a healthy practice for to clear the blood.
Their three meals were regular food was not eaten late at night. A certain kind of food was eaten on such days as Ash Wednesday and Good Friday. This was a soup called "long-porridge", it consisted of oaten meal boiled in the water, chopped up vegetables, leaks, carrots, onions and a little turnip, when these were boiled it was a thick liquid and used with the dinner. A custom that still exists which was passed down to us from olden times is to eat as many eggs as possible on Easter Sunday.
Tea was first used in this district about seventy years ago. Before cups became common, wooden porringers were used for drinking with, these porringers were much the same as milk jugs.
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that of the breakfast. When the meals were being eaten the whole family gathered around the table placed in the centre of the floor. When the table was not being used it was pushed in against the wall.
Bread was seldom eaten but whatever amount of it was used, was of the home baked "one way" flour. The cakes were baked in the bastable or on the griddle. The griddle resembles a frying pan, but having no sides and having a handle at both sides to lift it up. The griddle cakes used never rise on account of having no heat around the sides and top, but these cakes were turned on the griddle so as to bake them properly. Meat was seldom eaten except around the festivals of Christmas and Easter and at weddings and christenings. The farmers and the well - to - do classes sometimes killed and cured their own meat, such as a young bullock was killed and hung up, just as the people
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In olden times people had the three usual meals a day, namely breakfast dinner and supper. Among the working classess the people were obliged to commence work at six o'clock, winter and summer, and would have nothing to eat until 9 o'clock when they would have breakfast, this was the first meal of the day.
The food varied according to the circumstances of the people, but for the ordinary working class people porridge, commonly called "stirabout" which was made from Indian meal and flour mixed was the chief food for the breakfast. For the dinner potatoes and skimmed milk were the staple diet and occasionaly boiled herrings with the water used as gravey were used. The food used for the supper was much the same as
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bread.
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Potatoes and milk were used for supper with oat meal occasionally. People usually ate porridge late at night. In the years of the famine the potatoe crop failed and the people had to use Indian meal boiled. This was commonly called stir-a-bout. Tea was very little used until about eighty years ago.
When people used to go to the lime kiln for lime, they used to take raw potatoes in the cart, and when returning they used to put the raw potatoes into the lime and cover them with some wet grass, and they used to cook beautifully in this way. The man sitting on the cart used to eat them on his way home.
Before cups became common timber porringers and later bowls or basins were used. Bread used be made with decayed potatoes and barley meal. It was called "stampaste". In later years whole meal wheat was used for making
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Food in olden times differed very much from the food at the present day. People generally rose at 5.30 a.m. in Summer and an hour later in Winter. At certain seasons, such as the digging of the potatoes, or setting wheat, they had their first meal before they went to work and would be out in the field at break of day.
The first meal consisted of boiled potatoes and boiled milk, usually cows milk, sometimes sheeps milk, and goats milk. Dinner consisted of the same foods meat being given occasionally. Salt meat was oftener used than fresh meat. People generally sat at the table in the centre of the floor.
Sometimes it was placed near the wall. On certain feast days such as Christmas day and Easter Sunday fresh and salt were plentifully used, followed by a good glass of punch.
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by the light of the moon.
IV
You can come back to Coachford fix up your abode,
And ramble till twelve all night on the road.
Now before you go away I'll tell you some more,
Go and dance your best jig on the Coachford hall floor.
V
Though a smart Irish lad in the hall does teach,
His boys and his girls round the road road all leach.
But I fear that the learning won't come to much more,
So dance your best jig on the Coachford Hall floor.
Told by and composed by, Denis Cooney, Coachford.
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very grand,
Though 'twas lately considered a fine coursing land.
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Now the bus runs out here when the way is all clear,
You can have a smooth spin and need have no fear.
The roads they are tarred not a stone to be seen,
You can board it for two pence right back to Direen.
When you get to Direen the scenery is grand,
Where the cows are all grazing on Con Murphy's land.
And Fergus below the scenery is fine,
You will explore much more if you have got any time.
III
Now "Carrig" your next trip for sixpence you go,
Where the old castle stands and the sweet waters flow.
If you stay any more you'll find out very soon,
Where the Sinn Féiners drill
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In sweet Coachford village there are three spirit stores,
Each are two storeys high with two lovely hall doors.
There are three grocers shops the miller you know,
If you want the best meal to him you must go.
There is also a smith and a carpenter grand,
His name is Den Crowley he is the best in the land.
Where ever you wander I hope you will invade,
That sweet pleasant village by lovely Clontead.
We have now an enclosure done up
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combined.
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II
One sod of turf that with deep devotion, I brought from here as a souveneir,
'Twas little I thought when beyond the ocean, One day 'twould cause me to shed a tear.
But sure this tear it may ne'er stop flowing, Across the dear old Bogra Hills.
Thinking of Ireland's valleys and dells, Oh! would it keep my mind from glowing.
III
Oh! Hills your bleak majestic splendour, You are by far much more dear to me,
My memory awakens with thoughts so tender, Than all the beauty that here I see.
Your city sights may be grand and glowing, But oh! with sadness my heart it fills,
I ever long for the breezes blowing, Across the dear old "Bogra Hills".
This song was composed by Mr Peter Golden who lived about half-a-mile south of Rylane. He composed the song in America. When he was sailing he took a sod of turf which he got in the "Bogra Hills". The "Bogra Hills" are Tooreen, Flagmount, and Knocknagow
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I'm sitting watching the coal fires burning,
My mind and thoughts they being far from here.
For fancy penance is now returning,
To where Cork's dear old peaks appear.
There is something there in the shelf before me,
And! oh! with sadness my heart it fills.
What a flood of memory it brings all o'er me,
That sod of turf from the "Bogra Hills"
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no avail,
And if you don't pay the fine, we'll take you down the line.
For a fortnight picking okum, inside Cork County jaol.
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the great old German Caesar.
Who is guarded by an army, as he walks along the road.
Both night and day he's guarded, from the shells of the anarchists,
His crown it is a burden, and his millions are a load".
Your kids at home are bawling, and for bread are loudly calling,
While the money you have spent today, would buy a bag of coal.
Perhaps your wife is crying, in that humble bed she's lying,
While your a drunken vagabond, that sings about the road.
V
"Kind sir you are mistaken, in the views that you have taken,
My children feel no hunger no, nor the pinch of cold.
For a wife I never married her, no love I ever had for her,
I'm as single and as airy, as a lad of ten years old.
I'll take you down to Fornaugh, close by the river Shournagh,
Whe all your great oration, will be of
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My first name you may see, it commences with a "P",
My namesake was a noble saint, who preached to great and small.
He banished all the vipers, from out this Holy Island,
And he never meant that Ireland, should be ruled by Saxon laws.
III
My second name is Sexton, my forefathers lived in Leitrim,
Where they fought the Saxon foemen, beneath the flag of green.
But when Cromwell crossed our shores, he faced for Donoughmore,
And now your humble servant, is living in Kileen.
"You've been drinking Beamish porter, till your legs they can't support you,
Your shoes are all in tatters, and your coat it is all tore.
It is hard for you be happy, when your clothes they are so shabby,
And the money that would buy them, you have left it down your throat".
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"My mind it is much easier, than
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One Sunday evening lately, as I strolled from new Tipperary,
My spirits being elated, I sang a jovial note.
No wife, I had to tease me, No children for to please them,
With a step so light and airy, I faced towards my home.
But my song was stopped so suddenly, when the sergeant he stepped up to me,
From the shadow of the barracks, and I passing Donoughmore.
His features were sallow, so cunning and so yellow,
In front of his physiognomy, he wore a pointed nose.
II
"Young man" he says to me, "you've been drinking much too free,
Besides you are disorderly, by shouting on the road.
Your name and destination, or I'll take you to the station,
Where you may sing until morning, inside in the blackhole.
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you have the mumps, that you should go into the pig-sty and walk und[er] the pig and that will cure the mumps for you.
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of the castle, and slew three men of them with a chopping axe, tied a woman that was inside and took possession of the castle.
Many skeletons with coin of Queen Elizabeth have been found at Clonooney Castle, also several swords.
In about the year 1803 some labourers employed raising stones for the building of barracks or canal locks near the castle, discovered a kind of cave in the limestone rock, within about a hundred yards of the castle. In this cave, at a depth of about twelve feet under the surface and beneath a heap of stones apparently stand there for the purpose of concealment was found a large limestone flag, eight feet long by four feet wide and over four feet thick. There then appeared under the slab, a coffin cut in the solid rock, containing the bones of two persons greatly decayed. On this slab was an inscription then perfectly legibile. The slab is still there. The following is a copy.
Here under lays Elisabeth and
Mary Bullyn daughter's of Thomas
Bullyn son of George Bullyn the
son of George Bullyn Viscount
Rochford son of Sir Thomas Bullyn
Earl of Ormond and Welsheere
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The town of Banagher is situated in the barony of Garrycastle. The greater part of this barony seems to have at one time belonged to the Mac Coghlans who have been known as the Mac Colgans of the Fair Castles.
Many of the MacCoglans celebrated castles and strong holds were in the country around Cloughan in Delvin. The castle here is one of those which with many others was destroyed lest it should be taken by the English. The ruins of the ancient church, and the holy wells of Kilcamen are near Cloghan. This church was founded by St. Carmin The ruins of Killowney church are likewise near Cloghan, on the road to Ferbane.
The Castle of Clonoony is about a mile west of Cloghan.This castle is still in pretty good preservation although it was probably erected in the reign of Henry VII, for at that time a great contest arose in Delvin between the tribe of Fergal MacCoghlan and the tribe of Donal, in which James Mac Coghlan, prior of Gallen and heir presumptive of Delvins catron was killed by the "shot of a ball" from the castle of Clonoony.
Some time later there was a war between the Mac Coghlan and the descendants of Farrel and O'Molloy, which injuries not easily described were done between them. One of the townspeople acted treacherously towards the warders
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Too forward young man hast thou spoken,
Much trust to impose it on me.
My parents would blame me, you know well,
If with you alone I had strayed.
From the lovely sweet village of Coachford,
And the sweet shady groves of Clontead.
IV
My case I appealed and once more said,
My pretty and courtly young dame.
Believe to be no imposer, I never was known by that name.
But if you will make me your own love,
You need not henceforth be afraid.
My bride I will make you in Coachford,
By the sweet shady groves of Clontead.
Composed by Poet Ahern.
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I
It being in the month of October,
To Cork I was going on my way.
All nature seemed lonely and dreary,
No creature I noticed that day.
I spied a fair maiden most lonely,
And she sat down sewing in a shade.
By the lovely sweet village of Coachford,
And the sweet shady groves of Clontead.
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To approach her at once, I stepped forward,
In a customed notice of grace,.
I bowed to her ladyship lowly,
Most frankly I told her my case.
I said if she'd make me her own,
She need not henceforth be afraid.
My bride I will make you in Coachford,
By the sweet shady groves of Clontead.
III
This maiden replied in a moment,
In a gentle a tone as could be,
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A quiter life to seek.
And live in peace and happiness, In my sweet old home in Peake.
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in my sweet old home in Peake.
III
May God be with you Mickey Lynch, you were a dashing man.
For laying a bowl upon the road, To meet you no man can.
Jack Forrest thought he could you play, But you ran him of his feet.
Oh! what a sporting crowd came through, My sweet old home in Peake.
IV
There was no time to me so gay, As those happy days of yore,
Oh! many a sporting dance we had, At the doctor's cross before.
Where the men were ever truest, And the Colleens oh so sweet.
Sure they still, still write me more and more,Of my sweet old home in Peake.
V
Ah, many a change has come and gone, Since these events took place.
And we are few and far between, Like all the Irish race.
Perhaps some day I'll come again,
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I have no mother, for she died, when I was very young.
But still her memory round my heart like morning mists have clung.
They tell me of angel form, that watched me while I slept.
And of a soft and gentle hand that wiped the tears I wept.
I know she is in heaven now, that lovely place of rest.
For she was always good to me, the good alone are blessed.
I wonder if she thinks of me, in that bright and happy land.
I remember too when I was ill, she kissed my burning brow.
The tear that fell upon my face, I think I feel it now.
And I have got some little books, she taught me how to spell.
The cliding or the kiss she gave,
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and went off. So the man did the same thing and he was turned into a hare and he followed her to a field of cows. And there she was and she sucking the cows unil the owner came to take them home. On seeing the owner, he ran home and the owner threw a stick after him and hit him in the leg and until he died there was a lump in it. He watched the woman come home and she took the bottle from behind the fire and shook a little on herself and she was turned into a woman again. So he did the same thing and he was changed into a man. She got some buckets and put them under the hob and the milk came flowing down into the buckets.
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a bonfire near the potato garden and the burnt bits left after it are put in the potato garden to save it from the blight. Little christmas night all the people put a glass of water near the window and at twelve o'clock the water is changed into wine. Once upon a time two men stayed up to watch it, and when twelve o'clock came the two were speechless and they were speechless for the rest of their lives. In olden times farmers would not leave their cows out in the fields for the first time May night. It was an old belief that the fairies would take the milk. In olden times it was a habit to steal the milk May morning. The story is told of a man who was working for an old woman who used to steal the milk. On a May morning he got up to watch her, she got a bottle from behind the hearth and rubbed a little of it to herself and she was turned into a hare
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St John's night all the people light
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barmbrack and playing the various games such as snap-apple and others.
On Saint Stephen's Day groups of boys disguised in old clothes and "face-in-eyes" go from house to house in the district gathering money. One of them has a holly branch decorated with ribbons and an imitation wren on it, and the song they chant is-
The wren, the wren the king of all birds
On Saint Stephen's day he was caught in the furze
All though he is little his family is great
So rise up now ladies and give us a treat
Up with the kettle and down with the pot
Give us our answer and let us be off.
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forming ballad about them.
On Easter Sunday morning it is an old custom that the people rise at daybreak to see the sun dancing. This is a token of joy and rejoicing at the resurrection of Our Lord. The custom in connection with May-day is the gathering of the "druicthin" the night before. It is the snail and its box that is gathered and placed within two plates covered with flour as it will not escape and the "druicthin" is supposed by its constant creeping to write the name of the future partner of the person on the flour. The custom associated with Saint John's night which falls on the 23rd June is the lighting of bonfires in honour of Saint John who was a marytr.
The feast of Michaelmus occurs in September, on this day a turkey or a goose is usually killed and eaten for the dinner. The next feast to occur is all Saints Day which falls on the 1st of November. On Novembers Eve the custom that still prevails is the eating of the
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she returns in again just as the New Year is dawning, this is supposed to bring luck to the house for the year. Another custom on New Years Eve is to bake a large cake and put it to the door three times, this is done to prevent the hunger of the year.
On Saint Brighids Eve a white cloth is left out in the air for the night, then it is brought in on the following morning and put aside in safe keeping, it is supposed to cure all sores and wounds.
The universal custom throughout the country on Saint Patricks Day is to wear the shamrock in honour of our patron Saint. The custom practiced on Shrove Tuesday is the making and eating of pancakes.
An old story in connection with the season of "shrove" is the "hauling" of the old bachelors and spinsters to the "Scellig rock". This meant the making out of a list of the elderly unmarried people of the district and
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Many old customs in connection with the different feasts of the year have been passed down to us from former times. An old custom in connection with New Years Eve is to put the darkest member of the household outside the door just before the midnight hour, and this person usually gets sweet cake and wine while outside the door. Then he or
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All though he is little his family is great,
Now rise up ladies and give us a "trate".
Up with the kettle and down with the pan,
Give us our answer and let us be off.
They collect money and in the evening share it among themselves. Some of them keep the money and others spend it in buying apples and oranges.
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than to buy".
"Honesty is the best policy".
"It is better to go to bed hungry than to rise in debt".
"Praise a fair day at night".
"It is good to begin well but its better to end well".
"There is no shame in refusing him that has no shame in asking".
"Throw not good money after bad".
"Between two stools you come to the ground".
"There is no use in crying over spilt milk".
"Little strokes fell large oaks".
"Marry in haste and repent at leisure".
"Before you marry be sure of a house wherein to tarry".
"He laughs best who laughs last".
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sleep, and you shall have corn to sell and to keep".
"A poor harvest makes empty barns".
"Half a loaf is better than no bread".
"Children and fools should not handle edge tools".
"Debt is the worst kind of poverty".
"Bend the twig and you'll bend the tree".
"Bachelors wives, and maidens children are well trained".
"It is easier to wear old shoes than buy new ones".
"Be old when young that you may be young when old".
"A rolling stone gathers no moss".
"One good turn deserves another".
"A lie has no legs".
"An idle man tempts the devil".
"Good words are good but good deeds are better".
"Make hay while the sun shines".
"To borrow is dearer by far
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oír duit. Tá ceann Dilain mo mhic, Thuas ort agus creidim gur tú Domhnall”, arsa mháthair.
D’fhág Domhnall slán agus beannacht ag a mhuintir fhéin – Phós se nighean an fhir a fuair an barraílle eile oír, agus bhí sonas agus séan ar an iomlán aca, fhadh agus mhair siad.
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amuigh de’n d’oras seo ar maidín agus an ceann eile ar an taobh bioigh”.
Thig leath barraille amháin a thabhairt do mo dheabhrathair agus cur in uíl do gur maith liomsa dá ndíolfadh se an bhean ar á bhris mé a pota agus tuarista(d)il maith a thabhairt di, agus an méad atá fágtha ‘sa bharraille thig leis feín a chongbhail.
Tabhairt leathsa an barraille eile agus bhéidh saidhbhreas agat go deireadh do saoghail.
Ní Chreidfadh mo dhearbhreta thú, acth innis dó go mbheidh mise annseo i gcruith faoileóge agus ceó geal thart orm, nuair a thiocfaidh sé annseo”.
Rinneadh an rud ar h-iarradh ar Dhomhnall. Thainic an fear, agus chreid sé an sgéal nuair chonnaic sé mar tarla.
D’imthigh Domhnall leis annsin agus Cheannuígh se dhá capall agus Coiste agus Tharraingidh sé ar toigh a mháthra arais.
Níor aithin siad é ar dtús agus d’innis seisean daobhtha gur eísean Domhnall.
“O” arsa Éoin, “dá mbadh Domhnall a bhéadh ann dhíolfádh sé na Capaill agus Dhíolfadh sé a luach”.
“Bal” arsa Domhnall “Thainic mé arais le luach ‘na Cruithneachta agus sin sparán
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(Thainig) Thainic píobaire isteach agus thoisigh sé a(g) sheinm.
“Níor Cualaidh mé ceól ariamh nár mhaith liom damhsa a dheánamh” arsa an seanduine.
“Ná theígheann tú damhsa” arsa Domhnall.
“Tuitfidh tú marbh indiaid an mhéid atá ólta agat”.
Chuaidh Domhnall é Feín amach agus rinne sé cúrsa gur imthigh an Píobaire.
Annsin thainig Ceathrar fear isteach agus iad ag iomchar comhnrach. D’fhág siad síos ar an urlár í agus bhain an clár dí. D’imthigh síad amach arís gan dadaidh a rád.
“Má tá tú marbh goidé tá ag cur buadharta ort” arsa Domhnall agus má tá tú beó Eirigh agus gheobhaid tú togha gach bidh agus rogha gac digh”.
“Marbhadh mé go h-Éagchórach”, arsa fear na Comhnrach “agus níol dídeann le faghail agam go h-Éistighidh duine éigin le mo scéal”.
“Bhris mé póta ar mhnaoí agus Rinne mé droch-choimheadh ar cuidh mo dearbhrathra agus nuair a fuar mé bás bhí lán (de) barrailli de ór agam”.
“Geobhaidh tú barraille amháin taobh
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íthte agaib thig libh dul a luighe”. D’imthigh sé amach annsin agus d’fhág sé iad.
Nuair a bí a saíth [ichte?] aca thug Domhnall leis coinneal agus chuaidh sé de íochtar. Bhí trí bairillí leanna ann. Chuir sé a channa sa chead bairille ach labhair Colgann gan cionn aníos as an bháirille.
“Na báin de sin, is liomsá an bairille. Chuaid sé go dtí an dara bairille ach labhair Colgann gan Cionn.
“Na bain de’n bhairille sin is liomsa é”. Chuaid sé go dtí an tríomhadh bairille agus labhar Colgann gan Cionn arais.
“Chan leat uilig iad”, arsa Domhnall, agus líon se a canna agus d’imthigh leis.
Nuair a bhí an canna ólta aca chuir Domhnall an fear siubhal síos fá choinne canna eile ach nuair a chras Colann gan chionn ar dadaidh a tabhairt leis. Thainig Scannrad íontach air agus leig sé d’on choinneal tuitim agus Aníos leis.
D’iarr Domhnall air gan áird a tabhair ar Cholann gan Chionn agus a dul siós arais.
Nuair a bhí a sáit ólta aca. Thuith néal Codlata ortha.
Níor bhfada gur fosglad an doras agus
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Bhí bainttreabhach mrá ann i bhfad ó shoin agus bí beirt mac aicí darbh ainm Domhnall agus Eóin. Domhnall a b’óige agus ní rabh morán céille aige agus lá amháin chuir a mháthair ‘un a bhaile mhoír le charr cruithneachta a dhiól.
Ar a bhealach na bhaile chuaidh sé isteach i Dteach ostais le deóch a ól. Bi cearrbhaighe annsin agus thug siad cuireadh do cluiche a imirt leó chuaidh sé suas agus D’imir se leis go dtí go rabh luach an cruithneachta agus an carall caillte aige.
Nuair a thainig sé abhaile agus fuair a mháthair amach goidé mhar bhí is annsin a thúsaigh an buaidhream agus an brón agus bheigin do an teach a fhágail.
D’imthigh sé leis gur casad dho fear siubhail ar gráthach leis fanacht ag a mháthair.
“Níl naith duit a dhul” arsa Domhnall “de thairbe an rud a rinn (maiseac) mise, ach seo teach beag shuas annseo agus rachaidh an bheirt againn ann”.
Chuaidh siad suas agus bhí tráth bidh réidh ar an tábla rómpa.
“Ithigidh bhur sáit” arsa fear an toighe, “agus buair a (béad) bhéas go leór
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"A closed mouth catches no flies".
"The darkest hour is that before the dawn".
"He who goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing".
"After a storm there comes a calm".
"It is hard for an empty bag to stand upright".
"Strike the iron while 'tis hot".
"Tis better late than never".
"Avoid danger or you'll perish there in".
"Wide will wear but tight will tear".
"Where there's a will there's a way".
"The masters eye does more work than both his hands".
"Small leaks sink great ships".
"It is to late to spare when all is spent".
"Idleness is the parent of want and shame".
"Necessity is the mother of invention".
"Plough deep while sluggards
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"Gods help is nearer than the door".
"It is better to be born lucky than born rich".
"No cross no crown".
"Fools build houses and wise men live in them".
"Smooth water runs deep".
"Two heads are better than one".
"It is hard to put an old head on young shoulders".
"It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven".
"Empty vessels make most noise".
"Better alone than in bad company".
"Look before you leap".
"Think twice before you speak once".
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as grass, as grass it is'nt, As red as blood as blood it is'nt. As black as ink, as ink it is'nt, What is it?
A A blackberry.
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A A lie.
R Four stick standers, four lily hangers, two hookers, two crookers, and - a - wheel - a - bout?
A A cow.
R As I was going up a slippery gap, I met my Auntie Joaney, She had an iron nose and timber toes, and upon my word she'd frighten the crows?
A A gun.
R How many feet in forty sheep, a shepherd and his dog?
A Two (The shepherds)
R Twenty sheep upon a gap, twenty more along with that, four and seven, twice eleven, three and two how much is that?
A Five.
R Riddle - me - Riddle - me - randy oh! My father gave me seeds to sow, The seeds were black and the ground was white, Riddle - me - Riddle - me - randy oh!?
A A currant cake.
R As i was going to St Iv's, I met ten men and their wives. Each wife had a cat and each cat had a kitten, How many were going to St Ive's?
A Myself.
R As white as milk as milk isn't, As green
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R Why does a cow look over the ditch?
A Because she could not look under it.
R What thing is it the more you take from it, the bigger it gets?
A A hole.
R Little Red jenny with her red nose, the longer she lives the shorter she grows?
A A candle lighting.
R I saw two dead men fighting, two blind men looking on, two cripples running for the police, and two dummies saying hurry on?
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The Crubeen field, is so called because it is the shape of a pig's foot, and a pig's foot is called a Crubeen.
Hayden's field is so called because a man named Hayden owned the field before us.
The Parlour is the name of a field in Middlewalk. Martin Maher now owns it. It is so called because it is a little round field and there is a wood right (and) round it and the best nuts grow in
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There is a Mass path going from James Darcy's to Grawn Church. It starts down in our field, then into Michael Fitzgerald's and from that into Ned Kennedy's field. Then it goes into Son Kennedy's, and then into Mrs Gaynor's. It goes into Con Cleary's then, and out to the road ar Conor's style.
Ned kennedy made a tram of hay on the mass path and in a short time after there was a thunder storm and the tram of hay was burned to the ground by lightning.
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"Those who live by the sword shall die by the sword".
"You will never miss the water til the well runs dry".
"Keep a thing for seven years and you will make use of it".
"Time or tide waits for no man".
"The early bird catches the worm".
"Second thoughts are often best".
"Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves".
"If a joke you cannot take then a joke you should not make".
"You cannot have a loaf and eat it".
"East or west home is best".
"Hunger is the best sauce".
"It is foolish to quarrel with ones bread and butter".
"The looker on sees most of the game".
"Don't cross your bridges till you meet them".
"Keep your shop and your shop will keep you".
"A liar should have a good memory".
"Idle folks take the most pains".
"Shallow brooks are often noisy".
"Make hay while the sun shines".
"A good name is better that riches".
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"What is one man's food is another man's poison".
"It is a long lane that has no turning".
"An hour in the morning is worth two in the evening".
"Chickens should not be counted before they are hatched".
"Man works from rise to set of the sun but a woman's work is never done".
"The proof of the pudding is in the eating".
"A work begun is half done".
"Deeds speak better than words".
"Wilful waste makes woeful want".
"Extravagance in youth makes want in old age".
"All's well that ends well".
"One swallow never makes a summer".
"Two much bed makes a dull head".
"Empty vessels make the greatest sound".
"Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy and wealthy and wise".
"Cleanliness is next to Godliness".
"Rome was not built in a day".
"There is no time like the present time".
"A friend in need is a friend in deed".
"Never put of until to-morrow what you can do today".
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"March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb".
"It is a bad wind that blows nobody good".
"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush".
"Two many cooks spoil the broth".
"The more of the hurry the less of the speed".
"The longest way around is the shortest way home".
"Two heads are better than one".
"A good dinner is better than a fine coat".
"A dirty grate makes the dinner late".
"A good run is better than a bad stand".
"God sends meat and the devil sends cooks".
"Spare the rod to spoil the child".
"Health is better than wealth".
"When your hand is in a dogs mouth draw ut out gently".
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away".
"Children and chickens will always be picking".
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"The cat likes fish but he does not like his feet to get wet".
"It is easier to make a promise than to fulfil".
"Promise may get friends but it is performances that keep them".
"The older the crab tree the more fruit it bears".
"The master's eye makes the horse thrives".
"It is the thunder that frights but the lightening that smites".
"Lose an hour in the morning and you will be all day hunting for it".
"Time and tide wait for no man".
"Far away cows wear long horns".
"Honesty is the best policy".
"It is never too late to learn".
"One good turn deserves another".
"A friend in need is a friend indeed".
"The longest way round is the safest way home".
"It is never too late to mend".
"Every bean helps to fill the peck".
"A new broom sweeps clean".
"Too many cooks spoil the broth".
"The savage loves his native shore".
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Proverbs are old sayings which have been handed from generation to generation. Each proverb has its own meaning. The following are a list of the best known.
Anything that is worth doing is worth doing well.
"The breeding breaks out through the eyes of a cat".
"A good character is better than a good fortune".
"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush".
"Fair outside and foul within".
"All that glitters is not gold".
"There is no fireside like your own".
"Never take a book by the cover".
"You will never miss the water until the well runs dry".
"A leopard cannot change his spots".
"Money never made a man or wealth a happy home".
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away".
"The sun comes out after the rain".
"When the cat is out the mice are dancing".
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would stay inside and close her eyes and choose as before and so the game continues. This is a common game in our school.
"Wallflowers" is another game which I play in school. A number of girls join their hands and form a circle. We go around singing the song,
"Wallflowers, wallflowers growing up so high,
We are all pretty maidens we all have to die,
Except "- - " she is the youngest child,
To turn back to all the rest.
When they come to the end ryhme, the youngest girl would remain in the ring but turns her back towards the centre and she would go around with the others turned backways. The game would continue until they would all have their backs turned.
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their hands joined. One girl would stand in the centre and shut her eyes while the others say the lines,
Sally, sally water,
Sprinkle in the pan,
Die sally, die sally you young man;
Choose for the east, choose for the west,
Choose for the pretty girl you love best.
The girl in the centre would still have her eyes shut and she would choose one of the girls and that girl would come in the ring with her. One of them in the ring would represent a boy and the other would represent a girl and both of them would say,
"And now we are married and wished with joy,
First little girl second little boy,
Seven years after a son and a daughter,
I beg you fair lady hop out of the water".
The first person that was inside in the circle would have to go and join the ring with the others and the second
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coming through", and they keep saying this until they all have come through. When the last robber comes they keep her in "prison" which means she is standing between their two hands and cannot go further. The two girls have chosen previously two names such as "a doll" and a "doll house". One of the girls would choose the name "doll" for herself and the other would the "dolls house".
The girl in prison would be asked which would she prefer "a doll" or a "dolls house". Suppose she would say "doll" then she would go behind the girls back to whom the word "doll" was allotted. While the girl would be in prison the other "robbers" wait outside while she is deciding which would she prefer. This decision is done very quitely. The game continues until no robber is left. When they are all lined up in the order which they had chosen they have a tug a war. Then we change placed and continue the game.
Another game I play is "Sally, sally water". A company of girls go in a circle having
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2019-06-07 10:13
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There are several games which I amuse myself with at certain times of the year. The games I play at all times of the year are "Robbers", "Sally,sally water", and "Wallflowers". In the school yard I generally play these with my companions. Six players or more can take part in this first game. Two girls face each other having their hands joined and raised upwards. The other girls get in a line and are known as the "robbers". The girls in a line go under the hands of the two girls. While the robbers are coming through the the girls hands the others two girls say "Robbers, robbers
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2019-06-07 10:03
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the table she spins it around and whoever the blade turns to is the boldest. Then she asks "who is the wittiest" and the knife denotes the answer. This game is called "Spinning the knife on the table".
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one another succeeding with the game, and whoever is the first to place their marks in a line of three either cross ways or slanting is the winner.
I also like to play the game called "The nine o's", this game is also played with pencil and paper. For example a 9 o's square is made on the paper [nine zero's] thus, one player tells the other to draw from one o to the other. They draw alternately and whoever is the first cross lines is beaten or "out". You can draw twice out of one o. Sometimes no one is "out" as she does not cross a line. Then whoever is next to play must close his eyes and put an o somewhere on the paper. Then he is to draw from that o to the other o which is left over. If he fails the other competitor is of course the winner.
In an other game we are sitting around the table, one holds a knife in her hand. Then she says "who is the boldest in the house". Then the person having the knife flat on
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I love to amuse myself playing games on the Winter nights. I play a game called "Fox and goose". Two players can compete in this game.
One draws two vertical lines and crosses them with two more horizontal lines. One competitor takes the mark x for "fox" and the other takes the mark o for "goose". The fox starts the game by putting down x in one square and the goose follows by putting o in any other square they each try to stop
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On a cold and frosty morning.
And the two girls mentioned would stand in the middle of the ring, and they would take a firm grip of each others hand and pull. One girl would try to get the other girl to her side. The other girl would try to pull the opposite way. Then the game would continue on until all the members of one side would get all the children of the other side to their own. Then they would be the winner.
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2019-06-07 09:30
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them into equal parts. One half would stand on one side and the other half at the other side. Then we would march to and fro, while we would recite the following verse.
"Here we go gathering nuts in May,
Nuts in May, Nuts in May.
"Here we go gathering nuts in May,
On a cold and frosty morning".
Then one side would ask.
"Who do ye want for nuts in May,
Nuts in May, Nuts in May.
Who do ye want for nuts in May
On a cold and frosty morning".
Then the second side would answer the verse.
We want ("naming some girl") for nuts in May, Nuts in May, Nuts in May.
We want ("naming some girl") for nuts in May,
On a cold and frosty morning.
And the first side would say.
"Who do ye want to pull her away,
To pull her away, To pull her away,
"Who do ye want to pull her away,
On a cold and frosty morning.
And then the other side would answer,
We want ("naming some girl") for to pull her away, To pull her away, To pull her away.
We want ("naming some girl") to pull her away,
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(a cloven foot) As soon as he could he went home and went to bed resolving that he would never play cards again. In the his face altogether disfigured.
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2019-06-07 09:08
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Long ago there was an old woman living near Killimor Churchyard. One night she was spinning flannel when suddenly a crowd of fairies come in. They said they would help her to spin. Some of them began to spin and the others began to weave and within a few hours they had the flannel woven.
The woman was anxious to get rid of the fairies. So she went to the door and after looking out for a few minutes she shouted, "Cnoc Sidhe Gabhann is on fire." Immediately the fairies jumped up and ran out. Some shouted "my child will be burned."
When the woman got them out she threw out the spinning wheel and the flannel and then locked the door. Soon the fairies came back, and finding the door locked they shouted "Spinning wheel let us in!" I cannot said the wheel for I am out as yourself. Then they shouted, "Let us in flannel" but the flannel couldn't since it was also outside. As there was nothing else in the house that they had touched they knew they could not get in. Up to a few years ago there [?] was in the Churchyard.
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in Jack Richard's garden under a gooseberry bush." Jack went home and began to dig and was rewarded for his trouble by finding a box of gold under the bush.
A short time after a tinker came in to Jack's house, and asked for the lid of the box which he saw thrown aside. Jack gave it to him. The tinker rubbed it on his sleeve to see what (was) it was made of and discovered writing on it. Not being able to read he handed it back to Jack. To Jack's surprise he read that there was twice as large a box of gold on the other side of garden. He went to dig again -- and sure enough he found another box of gold twice as large as the first. From that day neither himself nor his family were short of money.
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One night a man who was fond of card playing was returning home from a house where he had been playing cards. He had to cross a stile and at the stile he met a man who asked him to have a game of cards.
The two men sat down and began to play. During the game a card fell. the man stooped down to pick it up and while doing so he noticed with a shock that the other man had crubeens
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The girls of my school play many games at playhour. We play "Nuts in May". This is the way the game is played. First of all the the girls would stand in a ring and one girl would count them, and then she would divide
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a few inches apart. Then one of the company stands in the middle of the ring and says the following "I lost my glove yesterday, I found it today, guess where I found it twas in the Coal Quay, all in, and all out, so follow me fair lady all about".
While the person is saying this he points to each one of the company at each word, so that when he finishes the rhyme the person to whom he said the last word "about" to, should hunt him about the ring until he is caught. Then another member of the company stands in the ring and acts in the same manner until every person in the "ring" has his or her turn in standing in the middle of the ring.
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2019-06-06 23:50
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The games which I play are "Cat and the Mouse", "I lost my glove yesterday", "Hide-and-go-seek", "Four corner fool", and many others. The game of "Cat and Mouse" is played in the following manner. Any number of people from six in number can play in the game, but the more people the more fun. They all join hands together standing a few inches apart from one another in a ring. Then one of the company names the person who is to take the part of being a "Cat" and she also names the person who is to take the part of being the "Mouse". The game commences by the "cat" chasing the "mouse" around the ring until he catches it, and when he does they both come back to the ring again where two of the spectators are ready to take their places. It is in this manner that the game is played.
The game of "I lost my glove yesterday" is played in the following manner. A crowd stands together in a ring holding each others hands and standing
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attended the wedding feast. They were dressed in straw and they usually came uninvited, but they were made welcome when they arrived. They entertained the guests by singing and dancing and they partook of the feast like they others.
A "hauling home" is held still in some places in our district. In olden days when the bride left her own home to take up residence in her new home, she was brought in a common car and if the distance was short the bridegroom and best man hauled it. Now the hauling home signifies a night of music and dancing on the return from the honeymoon.
My great Grandmother rode on horse-back with her husband, from the church after the marriage as it was the custom of the time.
The marriage marriage dues to the priest and all expenses connected with the wedding are paid by the near relatives of the bride.
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given by one of the parties, usually the girl gives the dowry, and the man must have a farm or furniture or goods to the value of the dowry. When a farmer wishes to settle one of his family in life, he asks another man called a go-between to find a suitable partner for his son or daughter. The "go-between" must find out all particulars regarding money or stock which the proposed in law has for his son or daughter. Then both parties meet, usually at the girls house and if they are both satisfied with each other and with the terms, the match is made and the marriage is arranged.
On the morning of the wedding the bridegroom is first present in the church. After the marriage ceremony as the newly-married couple leave the church their friends throw rice and old shoes after them for good luck. The wedding feast is usually held in the home of the bride. If the marriage is early in the morning the remainder of the day is spent driving "around" and an all-night dance is held.
In former times the "straw-boys"
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Marriages take place most frequently in the season of shrove that is from christmas until shrove Tuesday. Marriages rarely take place in the months of May and August as people consider them unlucky months. Mondays and Fridays are supposed to be unlucky days for marriages.
An old custom connected with Shrove was the making of the "Skelligs" list and the hauling of the eligible ladies to the Skellig rock. The Skellig list contained a list of names of these eligible boys and girls who were slow in getting married. The list was printed in ballad-form and circulated through the neighbourhood. The "hauling" to the Skellig rock meant, the bringing by force of an elderly bachelor or spinster who loudly protested.
Matches are made in this district usually amongst the farming class. Money
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feasting, singing, and dancing.
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permission from the Parish Priest.
On the wedding day the bride and bridegroom each accompanied by their friends leave their homes at an appointed hour to meet in the church where the marriage is to be celebrated. The bride is the last to arrive at the church. When the marriage cermony is over the wedding party sometimes go for a drive and afterwards go to the brides home where the wedding feast is held. They sing, dance and drink toasts to the happy pair, who a few hours later generally go away for a week or two on their honeymoon. If the marriage takes place in the city a wedding breakfast is ordered at some hotel where the party arrives in due time. There is usually a "hawling home" held at the bridegrooms home on their return. All the neighbours are invited for the ocasion and celebrate it in
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2019-06-06 00:16
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In former times it was the usual custom to take all the young girls of the district who had attained the age of marriage to Skellig on Shrove Tuesday night. This was carried out by the young boys of the place, so the young ladies would not stay out on this particular evening. But this custom has died away. Matches are made in my district by farmers and owners of property for their sons and daughters. A certain amount of money must be given to a girl who gets married to a farmers son. The same applies to a young man who goes into a farm where there is a young girl. This man is called a "cliamhain isteach".
My parents or friends do not remember any marriages taking place in private homes. All marriages take place in the Parish Church of the bride and very often in the city by
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At the present time marriages take place at different parts of the year, but in former times they usually took place at Shrove. The months May, August and October and Mondays and Fridays are considered unlucky for marriages.
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was like poison thinking that it was the name of the tea. He then asked her how it was sold and how much it was, she told him. He asked for a pound of the best Congo tea, but not to give him the "Sweeten to your liking", she gave it to him and he took it home to his wife and she put a pot of water down on the fire to boil it, as she thought it was boiled the same as the porridge. When the water was nearly boiled she threw the pound of tea into it, and it was about an hour on the fire and it never thickened. She said to her husband "That tea you brought is no good it would not thicken and she threw it out the door.
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2019-06-05 23:52
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Once upon a time before people used to drink tea a man went to Cork one day to pay his rent. After travelling around the city he felt very hungry. He went into a hotel and asked for a plate of porridge. The waitress told him that she had no porridge and she asked him would he have a cup of tea. The man said he never heard of tea before and asked what kind was it. The waitress gave him a cup of tea and she had milk and sugar put in it, when she was giving it to him she said "Thats the best Congo tea and I hope you will like it". He drank it and he said it was lovely, and he asked for a second cup and she gave it to him, but she did not put the sugar or milk in it, instead she put the milk and sugar on the table and said, "Sweeten it to your liking", he did not know what she meant, he drank some of the tea and it burned him, and he threw the rest of it away. He went to pay for the tea and when he was paying the waitress she asked him how did he like the tea, and he said that the "Congo tea" was lovely, but the "Sweeten to your liking
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Once upon a time Saint Peter was on duty at the gates of Heaven and the souls were coming to him to gain admittance, there were all nationalties of the world their and amongst them was an Irishman named Paddy. Each one was obliged to have his own merits to get inside the gates. The Irishman threw in his hat meaning himself to follow after but St Peter said "Be easy now Pat how do you know that I am going to leave you in. But he answered "St Patrick invited me in". Next came a Jew and Peter asked him what did he do to merit heaven. He said "I once gave two pennies to a poor woman. St Peter turned to the Irishman and said "Well Paddy what do you think we will do with him". He answered scornfully and said "yerrah give him his twopence and leave him go to hell.
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though equally unfriendly touched him on the shoulder and said "William take my advice and get back quickly to your horse or if you do not you may find a cork man in your job.
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On the night that King William was blown off his horse in Stephens Green, he decided to go to O'Connell street and to have a chat with Henry Grattan, expecting to hear some consoling words from him, but Henry Grattan put his head in the air and refused to speak. As they were always great friends and had been so long in Dublin, they had met on several previous occasions and were always very friendly towards each other. King William asked what was wrong and Grattan replied "You had a blow up" this evening and you never invited me to it, so go about your business". Poor William was very down and out at this reply, and while he was proceeding along O'Connell street he thought he would have a chat with Parnell, but the latter
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window. They continued in silence until they came to the next station. They both got off the train and the first sight that met their eyes was the dog and what do you think the dog had in his mouth? the pipe! no! his tongue.
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On one occasion there was a man, and a women travelling in a train. The latter had a dog with her. The woman entered the train first, and brought her dog with her, and they were followed by the man. While they were on their journey, the man took out his pipe and began to smoke it. The lady said "Do you not know it is rude to smoke a pipe in this compartment without my permission", and she caught hold of the pipe and threw it out the window. He answered her saying, "Do you not know it is rude to have a dog in here without my permission" and he threw the dog out the
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told me is about a young fellow who went to Derry to buy a suit of clothes. As he wanted to smuggle them in to the Free State all he was wearing was a suit of oul done dungarees and an overcoat. He meant to change into his new clothes in the train, so he flung his dungarees out the window and opened the brown paper parcel the tailor had given him. What do you think - there was only a coat and waiscoat in the parcel.
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The tale which I will now relate will be a Border story which was told to me by a Custom officer.
A man when smuggling in a fur coat for his wife lost his nerve as the train neared Emyvale, and asked a fellow passenger, a strange lady, to wear the coat until he was past the Custom's barrier. The lady agreed, and she got the coat through safely, but then she refused to give it back.
Then he had to let a perfect stranger walk off with his expensive coat which he had bought for his wife.
I admit this story sounds unbelivable but this Officer witnessed the incident.
An other story which the Officer
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famous as a bee-keeper. In former years some of those families emigrated to America. Some of them were Scannells, Murphys and McCarthies. As far as i have heard "Coolacullig" means the "haunt of the boar".
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In the district there are about thirteen families dwelling. The approximate number of people being about 80. The family name most common in the vicinity is Murphy. Of the 13 families, three bear the name Murphy and the next most common is Twomey and Foley, two families of each bearing the same name. The most of the houses are slated except three or four which are either altogether or partly thatched. There are about eight people over seventy living in the district. The old people of the neighbourhood with whom I am acquainted cannot speak Irish. I know of two or three old ruins ruins in my district which were occupied many years ago. The old ruin which I am to describe fell in recent years, and was lastly occupied by a family maned Murphy. It is situated at the western edge of the bog near my house. Some of the stones are still to be seen and others were carted away a few years ago for the building of a new house. Close by it are the remains of another old house which was owned by a man named Humphrey O'Leary who died many years ago and he was at one time
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My house is situated in the townland of Coolacullig, in the parish of Magourney and in the Barony of East Muskerry. Most of the land in the district is arable with the exception of a few parts that are boggy. The district is very scantly wooded. The only one I know is the "rock wood" owned by Mr Dwyer; the size of it is about an acre and a half. There is one stream which rises in the land of Mr Walsh of Aghavrin and flows through the Coolacullig bogs and onward until it reaches Peake where it joins the Dellahena. The bogs abound with snipe and wild duck, and sometimes woodcock, which come down from the mountains in the cold weather. In the shooting season parties come to "bag" the wild fowl
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The land is extremely good with very little bog. There are no rivers or lakes and very few woods. Close to Mr P. Longs residence there is a wood which covers about an acre of ground.
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There are about thirty seven families in this townland and the approximate number of people in these houses is one hundred and fifty exclusive of servants. Most families vary in their surnames but there are more Mahony's and Buckley's than any other.
Most of the houses are slated and in good repair. Some were lately erected, and others repaired during the past few years. Houses are more numerous now in this district than in former times.
There are only three old people over seventy, two of which can speak Irish namely Mr Michael Lynch, Clontead, Coachford and Mrs Jeremiah Buckley, Clontead, Coachford.
During the past years some families emigrated to America and England. There was a song known as "Charming Clonteadmore" composed for this townland but sorry to say I cannot procure the lines.
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The people long ago used eat three meals a day, their dinner, breakfast and supper. Generally the very old workmen used to eat their breakfast at six o'clock in the morning. They used to eat for their breakfast potatoes, salt and butter milk.Then their dinner at twelve o'clock would have to be taken where they worked. For their dinner they had paka made of yellow meal wet with boiled water. For the supper potatoes, salt and skimmed milk.
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Some thirty years ago there lived in Kilconlea a man named Seán Mór. He spoke Irish fluently but as his wife Kate used to say he made a mess of the English.
They hadn't in family but Seánín who of course was his mothers pet. Seánín became a source of trouble to his father who generally had to accompany him to the school-door every morning. On one occasion he got away from his father and ran in the opposite direction where the river Feale flows. Kate rebukes her poor man and orders him to go straight towards the river and bring home the child lest he might drown himself. Seán's reply was "He might do worse nor it"
This proverb is still used locally by way of correction or fun.
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During the summer months clay is thrown up out of the shoughs or the drills or ridges before the stalks come up. This is called setting the potatoes. Then a wooden roller is run over them. More clay is thrown up on them when the stalks are just over the ground. This is called moulding the potatoes. When they are about six inches long the stalks are sprayed. This is done by spraying a mixture of bluestone, washing soda and water over them.
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rub it on the wart and a white foam will form. Let it remain there and continue treatment until the wart is better.
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My home is situated in the townland of Clontead in the parish of Magourney, in the Barony of East Muskerry in the County of Cork.
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Some people judge the weather by the barometer. Then as regards the signs of weather by nature, there are several.
When the appearance of the sky is bright over the horizon even though the remainder of the sky is dark it denotes a fine day. If the weather dries up after a period of heavy rain but if the water remains in the pools on the road it is a sign of a settled period of fine weather, whereas if the dykes and pools dry up quickly it is a sign of bad weather.
A sign of rain is if our corns and chilblains are very sore, or if we are too lazy and not inclined to do any work.
The cows and sheep gather together underneath trees for shelter and we hear the sheep bleating very loudly when rain is approaching.
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inland it is a sign of a coming storm. If the cat has his back to the fire it is a sign of rain. If a dog keeps in a house and does not want to come out for anyone it is a sign of thunder, and if he eats grass it is a sign of rain also.
A red sky in the morning denotes rain whereas if the western evening sky in summer time is red it denotes fine weather. If there fog on top of a high peak of a mountain it is a sign of inclement weather. If the dust is whirling on the road it is a sign of oncoming rain. We look upon the sea also as a weather indicator. If there is white surf foam on the water which is called "white-horses" it is also a sign of broken weather, and if the seas breaks with white foam on the coasts it is another sign of rain.
The insects also foretell the weather to us. If flying ants come forth in their hundreds in the summer time it is a sign of rain. If the midges worry us in the summer evenings it is another indication of rain. If the spiders come from their webs it denotes rain also.
If the chimney smokes it is a sure sign of rain.
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period of bad weather, and if sickle moon is standing straight it foretells settled pleasant weather. If there is a change of weather at new moon it often stays so until the following new moon. If the stars are twinkling at night it is an indication of frost. If white frost lasts for three days it is also a sign of rain.
If the clouds are dark and gloomy in winter and a hard wind from the north it is a sign of snow. If there are white clouds in the sky it foretells fine weather. A rainbow in the night is a sign of fine weather. The poet says "A rainbow in the morning is a shepherds warning and a rainbow in the night is a shepherds delight.
We look also up the wind as a weather prophet. The wind from the north is a sign of good, dry, cold weather. The wind from the south is an indication of rain. The south-west wind brings most rain to our district.
We also look upon the birds and animals as weather indicators. If the birds are flying low it is a sign of rain. The swallow is looked upon especially as a weather indicator. If the seagulls are flying
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We have several beliefs in our locality with regards to the weather. We have several people also who are good weather prophets. If the sky is blue and cloudless it is a sure sign of good weather. The sky is often dark and full with black or scurrying clouds and it is a sign of oncoming rain or storm. If the sun is red at sunrise it is an indication of rain in the near future and if it is red at sunset in sunset in summer it is a sure sign of good weather for the following day. If the sunset is coppery and watery it is another it is another sign of broken weather. If the moon is "on its back" it is a sure indication of a
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an teachphobal. Nuair a thainig siad go dtí an teachphobal bí fear marbh na luighe af an doras.
Nuair a bhí ná daoine ag dul isteach ins an teachphobal buail gach dune aca cos ar an fhear mharbh.
“Cuir mac an ríog ceist goidé an fáth ar bhuail ná dáoine buille coise ar an fhear mharbh. Níor íoc sé a fhiaca” ars na daoine “agus fanhaid sé annsin go níocfaidh duine éiginteacht a fhiacha dó”.
“Íotfáidh mise do iad”, arsa mac an riog, D’íoc mac Ríogh Éireann ná fiacha dhó. Thóg ná daoine an fear marbh leó annsin agus bhí athas mór ar an Ríogh nuair a cuirtear an fear marbh agus chuaid seiseann abhaile.
Ní theacaidh Mac an Ríogh nó a dhearthair amach ag seilg ins an geimhreadh ó sin amhach.
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Chuaidh mac Ríogh Éireann agus a dhearthair amach a sheilg uair ins an geimhreadh. Char chas rudh ar bit leó ach fiach dubh. Scaol mhach an ríogh urcáir leis agus mharbh se é. Thuith an téan anuas ar an tsneactha, bhí an sneachta dearg le na chuid fola. Nuair a connaich an dearthar an dath dearg ar an tsneachta geal dubhairt sé nac bpósfad sé bean ar bith ach bean a mbéadh a gruaig go dubh leis an fiach agus a gruadh go dearg leis an fhuil agus a craiceann comh geal leis an tsneachta. D’imthigh se leis annsin agus bhí sé ag siubhal leis gur thuit an oidhche air. Fá dheireadh chonnaic siad solas i bhfad uaidh. Tarraing sé air agus connaic se go rabh an solas i dtoigh bheag ar taobh an bhóthair.
Bhuail sé ar an doras agus leig muinnthear an toighe isteach iad agus cuir siad fáilte rompa. Cuaid a deartair abhaile ach cuaid seisean isteach.
Oidhdce Shathairn a bhí ann. Nuair a dhéirigh sé ar maidin chuaidh sé féin agus muinntear an toighe go dtí an teachphobal. Nuair a d’éirig sé ar maidin chuaidh sé fein agus muinntear an toighe go dtí
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cheannóchas sean-chailleach fáchoinne púidir ghunna”.
Lean mab an bhaile mhór é agus h-obair gur mharbhuigh siad é. Thainig sé abhaile annsin agus phioc sé na súile as g.beag. D’fág sé na sheasamh i sean mhainistir é. Thainig cait isteach annsin.
Agus arsa cat dubh leis an cat ruadh, “innis sgéal”.
“Ní innseotaidh mise na b’féidir go mbéad duine éiginteacht ag éisteacht liom”
“Rachfaidh mise amac” arsann cat dubh “agus amharcfaid mé”.
Thainig sé isreach agus dubhairt sé nach rabh duine ar bith le feiceal “Ta cáilín shuas annsin agus ta sí ag fághail bháis.
Acht ta tobar annseo”, ar seisean, “agus an té a mbéadh na súile fein pioctuighthe as agus é stroctha agus é féin a nighe ann. Léigheasfaidhe é agus dá bhfághadh an cáilín bolghan de’n uisge leigeasfaidhe í fosta”.
D’imthigh g. Beag annsin agus nigh sé é féin ins an tobar. Annsin thug se leis buidheál de’n uisge agus chuaidh go dtí an teach a rabh an cailín ann. Fuair sé lán mála airgid ar son an cháilín a léigheas. Chuaid sé abáile annsin agus an mála airgid leis. “Dá bpiocta thusa na súile asamsa án bhfuighinn an oiread sin airgid”, arsa G. Mór. Pioc G. Beag na súile as G.mór agus d’fág na seasam ins an mainistir. Thainig cait isteach agus arsa cat dubh leis an cat ruadh “innis sgeal”. “Ní innscotadh”, arsa seisean, “Na bhí duine éighinteact ag éisteact aréir na tá an cáilín seo suas léasta indiú”. Chuaidh siad amach annsin agus fuair siad g.mor agus stroc siad é. Bhí am breagh ag g. Beag annsin nuair nach rabh aon duine le triobiad a chuir air.
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Nuair thainig G.beag abhaile d’fiafruig G. Mór dó cé’n áit a bhfuair se an tairgead. Dubhairt sé go bhfuair sé ar chroicean na bó é.
Dá marbhuigheann sa mo bhó an bhfuiginn an oiread sin airgid air. “Gheobhtha go direac” arsa g. beag. D’imtig g.Mór annsin agus mharbhuigh sé a bhó agus d’imthigh sé na bhaile mhór leis an chroicean a déol. Dubhairt g. Beag annsin de na mháthair go muirfeadh g.mór eisean nuair thiocfaid sé abhaile “Bal” arsan matair “luigh thusa in mo leabaidh sa agus luighfidh mise an do leabaidh sa”. Luigh g. Beag i leabaidh a mhathara agus luigh sise in a leabaidh san.
Nuair thainig g.mór abhaile mharbhuigh sé máthair g.beag. D’imthigh g.beag annsin agus a mhathair leis ar a dhruim. Nuair bhí sé ag teacht comhgarach d’en bhaile mhór. Bí tobar uisge annsin. Chuir sé a mhathair na seasamh ar dá bhata agus chuaidh sé isteach go teach ólachain annsin. D’iarr sé dhá leath ceann. D’iarr sé ar cháilín ar toighe adul agus iarraidh ar a mháthair teacht isteach. “Tá sí bodhar” arsa sheisean, “Mur gcraithfidh tú í ní chluinfidh sí thú. Thoisig an cáilín ag cráthadh na sean(ir) mhrá agus thuit sí isteach san tobar. Thóg g.beag an gáir go rabh a mháthair báidhte aicí. Thug an cailín cuid mhór airgid do annsin gan a innse.
Chuaid sé abhaile annsin agus arsa seisean le g.Mór, “Shíl tú gur mhóran chaill orm mo mhathair a mharbhadh ach amhare an méad airgid a fuair mise”. “Dá mhabhonn sa mo mhathair an bhfuighinn an rud céadna” “gheobhtha go óireac”, arsa g.beag. “Ta airgead go leór le fághail annsin indiu ar chailligh fáchoinne púdar gunna”. Mharbhuigh g.mór a mháthair annsin. Chuaidh sé síos agus suas an tsráid ag sgairtigh. “Cé h-é
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Bhí sin ann agus is fada ó bhí beirt fhear Gilbin Beag agus Gilbín Mhór. Bhí dhá bhó ag Gilbinn mór agus ní rabh ag g. Beag acht bó amhain. D’imthigh G. Mór annsin agus mharbhuig sé bó G. Beag. D’feann G. Beag a bhó agus lá ar na mhárach d’imithigh sé na bhaile mór agus croiceann na bhó leis. Nuair thainig sé comhgarach de’n baile mór chonnaic sé sgafta éanacha na suidhe ar bhárr crainn. Spréidh sé an croiceann ar an talamh, taobh na feola de onáirde agus luigh sé féin faoi. Chruinnig na h-eanacha agus thoisig siad ag piotad na feóla de.
Thug sé leis ceann de na h-éanacha agus d’imthigh se leis. Go dtainig sé fhad leis teach olachain. D’iarr sé ar bhean an tábhairne gloine de’n chuid a b’fearr a thabhairt dó. Thug an bhean an gloine dó. Bhruigh sé an téan agus leig an téan sgread as. “Bidh do thosit”, arsa seisean, leis an éan. D’fiafruig bean an tábhairne dó goidé bhí an téan ag rádh. “Deir sé nach é sin an chuid a b’fhearr”. Thug sí gloine eile do annsin. Bhrúigh séan téan arís agus leig an tean sgread eile “Bí do thost”, arsa seisean leis an éan. D’fiafruigh bean an tabhairne do goide bhí an téan ag rádh. Deir sé nach h-é sin an cuid a bhfearr ach oirid”. Tug bean an tabhairne an tríomadh gloine dó. Bhruig sé an téan aríst. Agus leig an t-ean sgread eile. D’fiafruig bean an tabhairne dó goide bí an tean ag rad. “Deir sé go bfuil sin níos fearr”. D’fiafruig bean an tábhairne dó goide ghlacfadh sé ar an éan. Dubhairt sé nach nglacfadh sé óir na airgid air. Dubhairt sí go dtabairfeadh sí lán mála óir dó ar an éan. Thug sé an téan duithe. Agus thug sí lán mála óir dó air.
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In the summer time if the whirlwinds make clouds of dust on the road it is a sign of rain. Where there is a waterfall when there is fine weather approaching it makes a thunderous roar.
When the ants are busy and the glow worms numerous and bright it is an indication of rain. A blue flame in the fire denotes rain.
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are alot of bright sparkling stars in the sky it is a sign of frost. When we see the clouds chasing one another it is a sign of rain and stormy weather.
"A rainbow in the morning is a shepherds warning",
and "a rainbow at night is a shepherds delight". If there is a rainbow in the morning it is a sign of wet weather.
The wind from the north denotes hard cold weather and sometimes snow. When the wind comes from the east it is a sign of dry hard weather. The wind from the south is a sign of soft mild warm weather and the wind from the west denotes rain. The wind from the the south or west brings most rain to our district.
When we are approaching rain and storms birds leave the coast and come inland. When the birds fly high it is a sign of fine weather but when the swallows fly low it denotes rain. The cat turns its back to the fire when we are approaching snowy weather. If the dog is seen eating grass the people expect bad weather. If we are to have bad weather the distant hills are looking nigh
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If the sky is bright it is a sign of good weather but if it is dull and overcast with clouds it is a sign of bad weather. It is a good sign of the weather to see the sun going down red but if we are approaching bad weather the sun is dark and watery. If there is a "halo" round the moon it is a sign of rain. If there
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was kept and given to the children at intervals to cure the complaint.
For a sore throat a species of caterpillar, black and very woolly was sewn in a flannel bag and kept on the throat until such time as the caterpillar died, the throat was then cured. If a person got a bad cut they got a cobweb and put it on the wound to stop the bleeding. In the case of diptheria a gooses quill was got and sulphur blown down the throat of the person for a cure. Sore eyes were cured by washing them in water of holy wells. Certain people were looked upon as having healing powers; the seventh son of a seventh son was called a doctor.
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Barley water was used as a cure of skin diseases as it contains a certain amount of arsenic which purifies the blood.
Every household then made its own cough-mixture which was stored for the winter. It contained lemons, liqourice, and sugar-candy and that mixture is being made in many households to the present day. A child in olden days having croup or thrush was passed hither and over four times under the stomach of a male donkey, and this was believed to be a good cure. A child born after his father's death was supposed to possess a power able to cure croup.This person would breath down the throat of the sick child three times to cure it.
Measles were cured by what we would consider a very repulsive manner, but in olden times it was very effective. The manure of a sheep was gathered and put into milk and boiled. Then it was given to the patient very hot, and it had such a powerful effect that it put out the measles in a very short time, therefore curing the person quickly. And then for whooping cough, milk was given to a ferret to drink and what remained over
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Herbs & Weeds 5.5.'38.
There are some sour and harmful weeds which cattle will not eat. One of these is buttercups. Thistles are very harmful to land. Hocas is an herb which cures pains. The boltráns grow in green fields and buidheans grow in meadows. Wild celery and chicken weed grow among turnips. Ox tongues grow along banks. Moss grows in fields that have not been tilled for a long time.
Josie Winters 14 years
Hamlinstown
Parish of Monasterboice
County Louth.
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In olden times, when doctors were not numerous the persons were obliged to depend largely on their own local remedies in cases of illness, and had to procure home manufactured medicine for the cure of certain diseases. In those times the people of Ireland were famous for their cleverness in the preparation of medicine and poultices made from certain herbs mixed with spring water.
For instance the wild parsnip was greatly used for the drawing and healing of wounds, boils, and all poisonous gatherings. This vegetable was ground and made into a poultice and applied to the wounds. Another remedy for wounds and whitlows was the snail and its box broken up and also applied as a poultice to cool down and ease the painful wounds.
Another herb greatly used was the white dandelion, the liquid was extracted and prepared for the cure of certain liver diseases.
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wrapped in a stocking and applied around the throat when the person was going to bed at night.
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sliced and sugar put between the slices and left until melted.
A cure for histeria in dogs is besom boiled and the water given to them.
The sorrel boiled and the water mixed with porter is a cure for worms in children. The juice of the milk worth is a cure for warts.
A cure for a wisp in the eye is to rub the fasting spittle to it every morning until it is cured.
A cure for ringworm is to get some of the stuff that jobbers use for marking cows and to mix it with a quart of the stalest porter that can be found and to drink a wineglass full of the mixture for a couple of mornings or until the disease is cured.
A cure for a cold was to boil a raw onion in some milk with pepper and salt and a lump of butter and the drink was taken going to bed at night. This cure is still effective.
Swollen tonsils were eased by sucking ice.
A cure for lumps in the throat was a hot boiled potato, bruised and
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In former times people gathered herbs and used them to cure their ailments. To cure sciatica people got the yarrow a wild weed, and boiled it, and mixed it with other herbs and then boiled them and then the liquid was drank.
For swollen parts of the body, chicken weed and cream were used.
To clear the blood the sorrel was eaten raw, and it has a very bitter taste. To cure or heal a sore a perri-winkle leaf is used, by putting it to the cut, and it is beleived to be a great cure.
A cure for a sore throat is, a turnip
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sweet oil or bread soda. The cure for a bleeding from your head was to put a key down your back or a penny on your forehead. The cure for a sore in your leg or hand was a dogs lick. The cure for a pain in your side was to put a cross on the road. The cure for a drop in your finger was to put soap and sugar to it. The cure for toothache was to inhale the smoke of a pipe. The cure for a cold was onion water.
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The cure for creasecollar was the gander's breath. The cure for a headache was to put vinegar on a handkerchief and out it on your forehead. The cure for chilblains was powered chalk. The cure for a bleeding cut was a cobweb. The cure for wildfire was to write your name all round it with ink.
The cure for rheumatism was goosegrease rubbed in. The cure for warts was to put a bag of pebbles on somebody's way and whoever would take them was supposed to get warts. The cure for a wisp in the eye was to rub a gold ring to it. The cure for measles was hot punch. The cure for a sore throat was to put burned salt into a stocking and put it around your neck.
The cure for a swelling on your face was an application of burned flour. the cure for a burn was
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flour. The cure for boils is to get hemlock and make a poultice and apply to it.
For sores get the dog to them.
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It is an old belief that of the water of where three parishes meet is taken for nine mornings in succession it will cure whooping cough.
A local cure fro thrush in baby's mouth is goose's breath.
A local cure for warts is to wash your hands in the water in which the smith cools his irons.
Another cure for the wild fire which usually comes in your chin is to write your name in ink around it to keep it from spreading.
The cure for pains in the bones is the fat of the goose which is called goose grease melted down and rubbed well in.
A cure for whisps which come in your eyes is to rub a gold ring to them.
The cure for a swelling in your face is burned
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my home broke his arm at the age of five years, and on old bone setter set it better than any doctor.
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In olden times toothache was cured by the juice of the yarrow. The wild mint was used for anemic person. The cure was made in this way. The mint was first picked and sugar of candy and water added to it, it was then boiled and the juice strained and bottled for use.
People used to visit Fr. Murray's grave in North Kilmurry and pay rounds for several diseases such as toothache, sore eyes broken limbs etc. St. Olan's well in Ahabullogue was also visited for the cure of diseases.
Long ago the poor people used to use nettles as a plaster instead of mustard. A cure the old people had for the whooping cough was to save the remainder of the ferrits milk, and give it to the patient to drink. A cure for burns and scaulds was to catch a lizard and lick him, you then had the cure on your tongue.
Goosegrease was considered a splendid cure for sprained ankles. There were old people living in the country who practiced bone setting. An old man living near
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of the Warts", and it is called and if you bathe your hands and fingers in it the warts will disappear. A certain person in this district washed her hands in it and she did not know at the time of its powers, she got a pleasant surprise when she found her warts were gone.
A remedy for sore eyes was to crawl through an opening, under a looped briar, or through a cleft in a tree.
Home made poultices were applied to swellings, boils and strains. A weed by the name of "Hemlock" was boiled and applied to a sore leg and sprains on horses legs. Dock leaves applied to the blistors effectively cured nettle stings.
Certain people were looked as having healing powers. A smiths seventh son or daughter is supposed to be lucky in marriage. A person born with a "caul" is lucky, and captains of ships are often known to pay a sum of money for one as its possession is supposed to prevent ship-wreck.
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In olden days people had no doctors, chemists, or medicines and they used to seek remedies for their ailments from nature, from herbs, animals and holy wells.
For example they used to cure a toothache by means of putting some cream into the mouth and the patient kept churning it with the tongue until it was changed into butter. For the same trouble they used to put hot salt into a stocking and apply it to the jaw or cheek.
The cure they had for "thrush" in a baby's mouth was to blow the breath of a fasting gander into the child's mouth.
The food left behind by a ferret cured "chin-cough" but the person to whom the ferret belonged did not like to give it away as it was said the ferret would die when the "leavings" were taken.
There is a holy well in "Mushera" near Millstreet and it is called "The well
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umbrellas and "sauder" milk cans or iron pots.
Those travellers are not always welcome but sometimes we buy a little from them just to get rid of them. They remain about a week or two in the district. Most of them now have caravans to sleep in. They park the caravans in the same place for the period they remain in the district and they go from house to house on foot soliciting arms and would gladly take food or money.
Some travel around on horses and carts, others in caravans and others on foot. They mostly travel in families.
The "Driscols" are the best known of these tribes and they are the most frequent in our district. They come at various periods but especially around Christmas time. The women wear shawls and poor clothing and mostly camp in bye roads.
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Cows
Donkeys
Hens
Ducks
Chickens
Turkeys
Horse
Geese
These are the names of the cows Polly, Toot, Kitty, Tom, Mick, Peggy, Spot. How how driving cows. The cow house is made of tin and it is called a stall. The cows are tied with chains to pillars. The cows are tied from the neck, and legs and horns the tyings are made of chains. They are not made locly. There is a horse shoe put on the door to bring luck on the cows. The calls for animals
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Travelling people call to my home from time to time, and they have been doing so for many years. Some of them are not poor but they pretend to be in order to arouse people's charitable inclinations.
They sell small articles. Some sell, mats, little work baskets, small tables etc. Others generally called "Tinkers" sell gallons, saucepans and fancy shapes made of tin. The former get their supplies when going through the towns, and the tinkers buy the raw tin material in cities and towns and make the articles they sell. They mend broken
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for some time, they go around on foot every day. Usually a few families travel together. The best known of them in this locality are the O'Driscolls, Quinlans, and O'Briens.
The women wear shawls and strong boots and it is typical of the men folk to wear scarves around their necks and handerchiefs on their heads.
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compelling them not to remain more than a few weeks in any one district.
Those folk call to the houses in our district occasionally, and it is the same tribe or their descendants have been doing so for some years past. They are not as poor as they pretend to be, as they are successful beggars and supplement donations by selling rabbits or game birds.
During the Christmas season they sell haberdashery such as pins and laces and other small article. People usually buy their goods when they call, or help them in some way such as by giving them small quantities of food or article of old clothing for the "love of God". They purchase their goods in quantities in small shops or from the pawn-office.
Some of them are welcome as it is easy to please them but others are very persistent and hard to please and actually force their way into houses against the owners will, and are impossible to please; sometimes they remain only a few moments but if persons are hospitable enough to invite them to a meal they remain for some time.
When the "tinkers" dwell in one locality
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In The Penal Times
There is a mass rock on a height called the 'Cairrig' in the town land of Doon. You can still see the stone that was used as the alter, There was also a hedge school in the same spot. There was the bones of a man found in the ditch beside the spot by my great grand-father.
There is also a mass rock in the town land of Carratinure. It is a very secluded lonely spot between two hills. The Rev, Father Small when he was a curate in Killinkere used to have a procession during the Summer to this place each year. St. Ultan's Well is convenient to this Mass Rock. The parish church of Killinkere is called after St. Ultan. Mass was said where Mr. Mac Conn is living now. It
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In our country districts "travelling folk" are often to be met with going from place to place in large bands. They travel from district to district mainly in carts, and latterly they possess several caravans wherein to dwell. In olden times, when modes of conveyance were confined to a donkey or mule and cart, those persons, when they reached a suitable district used to make their abode near the fences and sleep in tents made for the most part of canvas and many used sleep in bags by the fences at night and remain in one place as long as they pleased. But in recent years the law is imposed on "travelling folk".
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singly on foot while the tinkers travel in caravans drawn by mules or donkeys. These generally stop in the same locality for a week or fortnight, it is against the law to stop more than a few days at each place. They travel in families or bands.
The most to frequent our districts are tinkers. They call especially around Christmas time. They dress in tattered old clothes which they get.
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At the present time "travelling people" which are commonly called "tinkers" are fewer in Ireland than in years gone by. There are still a few left, families descendants of those who have been travelling this district for a long while. Some of those are very poor and depend solely on the alms of the people they call to for support.
Others sell small articles such as laves, studs, etc. People buy some of their good from time to time. They get their supplies from some cheap stores in the city.
In some houses deserving beggars are generally welcome but other undesirables are received with bitterness, and contempt. They spend about a night in each locality and scarcely ever remain longer. They generally sleep in an outhouse or hayshed, and perhaps sometimes in the kitchen. The only food they have with them is a little tea, sugar, and bread which they provide in their travels. They accept all kinds of food, clothes, money etc. Most of the beggars travel
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There was a young Curate in a small country village. He was very anxious for fowling. One holiday, he announced that there would be Rosary & Benediction in the evening at 7 o'clock. After breakfast, a friend called to take him to a shoot for the day. Before he started off, he told the sacristan that if he were not back at 7 o'clock, to say the Rosary, and that he would be in time for the Benediction.
The day passed by more quickly than he had expected, and at 7 o'clock, no priest arrived. The sacristan however, set to work at the Rosary, and finished the first round of beads. He proceeded with the second round, but when he had finished there was no priest on the scene. Nothing daunted he continued on with the third round. When the priest arrived belatedly, he stole up to the Aisle door and listened, to see how far the Rosary had proceeded. What must have been his surprise, when he heard the poor substitute call out in a tired plaintive voice - "The twenty-fifth sorrowful Mystery" - "Our Lord Jesus Christ stabs Pontuis Pilate in the back".
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Canon R.I.P. had not a hair between him and heaven, having contracted fever when a young curate, and having remained quite bald ever afterwards.
Danny once had a fine greyhound, and being rather poor, often gave his own food to the dog. Somebody once asked him on what he fed the hound, to have him always in such fine form. Danny quickly retorted that nothing was so good for a greyhound as the soup made from the empty thread-spools or reels.
On another occasion he called to a neighbour's house, where a shoemaker was just in the act of finishing up the polishing of the soles of several pairs of boots which he had repaired during the previous 2 days. There were about 12 or 14 pairs on the floor near him. Danny had no idea that the shoemaker was in the house, but when he opened the door he saw all the boots. Quick as lightning he said "Good-night to all"----"there are more soles here than there are in Purgatory".
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prolonged the deception and Bridfie's pangs of conscience as long as he could. At last he slowly opened his eyes, gave a few snores, and sat up, as though bewildered, asking what had happened to him. Poor Bridgie thought he must have got a weakness and offered to go to the nearest "pub" for a drop of whiskey, but Danny would not hear of this, saying that he would prefer to go himself. So Bridgie produced a 2/6 and he took off slowly until he was out of sight of the house. I promise you that when out of view, he allowed no grass to grow under his feet until he reached the "Pub" and the "Doctor".
On another occasion a customer called for a suit of clothes, which Danny had promised would be ready on Saturday night. When Saturday night came, the man duly called for the suit which was still unfinished. But Danny was not to be outdone. His excuse was that he had spent all day on the Friday trimming Canon Tracy's hair (he was the local P.P. who died in 1934, aged 82) and that he had to return again on the Saturday to finish the job. The joke was, that the poor
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A local "character", a tailor by trade, named Danny Kearney, was buried in the year 1936. In his young days (he was only about 60) he plied his trade from house to house, often spending a fortnight at a stretch in one house, making clothes for the members of the family. Latterly, he worked in his own home.
Years ago he used to go on an odd "batter", and the wife often gave him the "works". One Monday, he was getting more than he had bargained for, so he set to work on his bench without making an answer. When Bridgie was finished or at least tired of scolding she went off in a fury to a neighbours house. When she returned, what was her surprise to find Danny "laid-out" on the table in his trousers & white shirt, a white sheet over him, two lighted candles at his head, and a prayer-book under his chin, to all appearances flown off to a better land. She shouted an cried, calling back her poor Danny, saying that never again would she say a word to him, no matter what he did.
Danny, in no hurry to relieve her anxiety, and anxious to hear his own postmortem praises sung,
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Poll an ghaoradh : the pool in the marsh.
Poll an phréacháin : the crow's pool.
Poll an phiastaig : the serpent's pool.
Poll dubh : the black pool.
Poll Sighle : Shelia's pool.
Poll Diarmuid : Jerry's pool.
Poll a'ghamhna : the calves pool.
Poll chradaig : Crothy's pool (supposed man's nickname).
Pollín lady : lady's pool.
Scairbh : the rocky stretch.
Poll gainimh : the sand hole.
Pollín Eóghain : Eugene's pool.
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Inse an eirighe : Fenians (400) drilled here for the rising.
Inse na h-Easaighe : field of the waterfall.
Páirc an Leachain : sloped field.
Páirc na gCabhlaé : field of the old ruins.
Páirc an Scobóil : Barn field.
Páirc an Bhranáir : fallow field : rough surface having been grubbed & cleaned.
Páirc an acra : the acre field, though 6 acres now.
Páirc na gainmhí : field of the sands.
Páircín caol : narrow field.
Páircín laoghaire : Leary's field.
Páirc an ghraimhthín : the grubbed or graffed field.
Leacín an ghiarrfidh : the slope of the hare.
Páirc an bailthín : (not known).
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Ceannamhaighe : head of the plain: yellow-headed, referring to the furze blossom or to wheat fields.
Cúil na Suabhan : corner of the berries.
Cill an árd doruis : the church of the high lintel.
Cúil drom : the back ridge.
Leithne : the grey patch of land.
Bán a'teampaill : the church field.
Móin Eallaig : the sheep meadow.
Na Classa : the hollows.
Cúil na Carraige : corner of the rocks.
Currach : the marshy place or bog.
Sean Daingean : old fort.
Cnoc an Mhullaigh : the hill on the height.
Forais : the forest.
Mágh Thullach : plain on the height.
Drom buidhe : yellow ridge.
Cúil na Seamróg : shamrock corner.
Baile treasna : land lying across.
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In our farm is a deep hole in spring which is called Poul na n-Eas. It is said that a huge ell was caught there and being an unusual size it was called after him. It is also said that it is because of a waterfall which was just above it and is now dried up. The stones are like a rough stairs. The spring in which the water-fall was is now dried up but another stream flows into the hole.
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Not very far from our land is a well. There is a legend attached to it. It is said that a poor blind man lived far away from it. One night he had a dream. He thought he saw a well by the side of the road, and if he came to it and washed his eyes he would get back his sight.
He arose immediately and went to the well and washed his eyes and he got back his sight. Ever since it is called Tobairín na Duine Bhocht. It is now a blessed well and people go to pay rounds there in May.
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There is a stream flowing through Meenoline and it is said that the Bishop confirmed children there during the penal laws. It is between two little hills so that no one could know it. In the same stream there is a blessed well known as Tobairín na Leath-pingne.
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In the County Waterford long ago there lived a little girl who was so kind and gentle that everyone loved her. When she grew up she asked her parents to let her become a nun and they gave her consent. After this she came to live in Limerick. This place where she lived was called Cill Íde. There is a blessed well there and on a stone in front of the well the prints of donkey's hooves are. She rode a donkey wherever she was going. It is said she was buying milk from a farmer in Tournafulla and the Tournafulla people put thorns on the path and she put a curse on them that they would never be without a widow, a widower, or a blackguard.
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these stones in the building, and in the end left them on the old site, Cill Culághta. Tradition says that during one of the mysterious nightly removals, the two huge flags in Gould's field fell from the sky and have remained there to this day.
Note! There is no doubt that the church, the remains of which are now in Canovee graveyard, was never used for Catholic worship, but was built by the Protestants. There had been a Catholic church near that site in Canovee graveyard, about a century before the Church at Cill Culaghta was built, but only the ruins existed at that time. My authority for stating this is Rev. Father Cahalane, The Lough Chapel, Cork, who is at present engaged on a history of ancient Churches & Graveyards in the Cork Diocese.
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In Bawntemple, to the west of Canovee Church & schools in Gould's field , are two huge stones or flags each about 11 feet high, and standing about 12 or 15 feet apart. The tradition concerning their origin is interesting.
Before the Penal times, the Catholic Church of Canovee stood about 150 yds to the north of the present Church, but on the other side of the road. It was called "Cill Cúlaghta", though the townland is Coolnasoon. The farm is occupied by Timothy Lyons, and the remains of a church and graveyard are still to be seen. The story goes that during the Penal days, the Protestants started to build a church in Canovee on the site of the present burial ground, and in order to facilitate themselves, began to pull down the Catholic Church in order to have the stones to build their own. The stones were drawn to the site, and what were used by day in the new building, were removed by night in some mysterious means to their old position. This occurred so often that the Protestants gave up all hope of using
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There is another Holy Well in the townland of Bawntemple, about 300 yards to the west of Canovee Church & school, in a corner of Gould's marsh. It is known as St. Bartholomews well. The rounds were performed here at various times, but not for many years now. The place is overgrown with bushes, rushes, etc, but the exact location is still known.
In the townland of Killinardrish, on the southern bank of the Lee, and at the extreme western end Ambrose's inch, is a well known as "Gleann na Gabha". It was at one time about 100 yards further south, in the grove but somebody was supposed to have polluted it on this site, and it disappeared for a short time, to again reappear in its present position. It is not regarded as a holy well, and is used in the ordinary way.
There is still another well, "Tobar Núnáin" on the right hand side of the road from Carrigadrohid to Ballinamorrive, a ½ mile from Carrig. It is used as an ordinary spring well, though a stone with a depression close by. is supposed to have the imprint of a knee.
The above information was collected from Paddy Kane of Mahalough, nearly 80 years of age, who (as did his father) worked on the estate of Landlord Nettles.
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that it was a Mass Rock, but they got such a fright that they did not further interfere with it. My informant tells me that it was only after this had happened that the information leaked out that it was used as a Mass Rock in olden days. At least one part still remains, but whether in its original position or otherwise, nobody seems to know.
The rock in Mahalough is situated on a height, from which it is possible to see the country for miles around on every side, but the one in Knockavullig is not so situated, being more in a hollow than otherwise, and so may not be genuine.
On the side of a mountain to the left of the direct road leading from Carrigadrohid to Rusheen Barrack, in a farm occupied by John & Tim O'Driscoll, in the townland of Coolalra (the place is known as Bárna Gaoithe), is another genuine Mass Rock, where mass was undoubtedly celebrated in Penal Times. It is flat and admirably suited to have acted as an altar, much more so than the stone in Mahalough, which is more a large round boulder. It was also excellently situated as a point of vantage.
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2019-05-30 19:33
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still on the lands of Jerh. Dunne but on the same holding (he has 2 farms) is a Mass Rock, which bears the imprint of a human knee and a hand. Even in the hottest summer, it is said that the knee-print holds water.
About 40 or 50 years ago, the old landlord, Nettles by name, and a bigoted Protestant and tyrant, ordered his men to break up the stone, and bury it. They proceeded to work, and had dug a hole round about it, but as soon as they started to demolish it, word was received to cease work, as old Nettles was dead, only a quarter of a mile away in his own home. Since then the stone has remained untouched.
Half a mile to the south of this Rock, in the townland of Knockavallig in a farm owned by Jeremiah Moynihan, was another Mass Rock. About the same time as the above episode, the former owner, a man called Hinchin, a catholic, wanted to till the field. He and his men tried to split the rock in parts. They succeeded but one part broke off suddenly, and almost trapped them beneath it. It appears that they had no idea
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In the townland of Mahalough, in the Parish of Canovee, in a farm owned by Denis O'Mahony, there is a holy well, where rounds were paid as late as 60 years ago, according to my informant, who remembers to see the pilgrims assemble on St. John's day. He does not remember the name of the well, but has often heard from his father that its waters were famous for effecting cures of eye and foot ailments of various kinds. He remembers seeing tokens of various kinds, such as rags, shells, pieces of ware, etc, strewn around the side of the well. It is still to be seen, but is now almost closed in, owing to disuse, and to the trampling of the various farm animals.
Not far away from this spot, in the same townland in the farm now occupied by Jeremiah Dunne, is another well, called the "Tobar Caoch", which is used by neighbouring farmers, but whether there exists any connection between the two, I have been unable to find out.
Further to the west of the wells,
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Long ago the tailors had no sewing machine - they had to sew all with their hands. Some years ago flax was grown around here. The remains of a Flax pond is still at Farrandooney near Moynalty, Co. Meath. The flax was spun and woven into linen and shirts were made from it. There is one old spinning wheel in the possession of a man named Mc. Cartney at Moynalty but I think it is not in working order. No thread is spun now, but stockings are knitted in the homes from thread bought in the shops. At the death of a relative black clothes are worn by those who can afford it. Those who cannot wear a black armlet. In the old days the men wore knee breeches and stockings and swallow tail coats made of frieze (all woven locally). The women wore thick red flannel petticoats also woven locally, stockings knitted in the home and coloured shawls.
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but immediately they had left him, something of the elation of victory must have stirred chords within him, for he shouted "mo ghraidhin chroidhe thú, mo shean-bhéim chéachta". No sooner were the words spoken, than he found himself on top of a hill in Donoughmore, his plough missing, and he was forced to walk home 9 miles. He arrived at daybreak, footsore and weary, and never afterwards took a hurley in his hand.
P.S. There is no doubt but that the present generation of Murphy's were famous footballers 30 years ago, and at least 4 of them played in a famous Canovee team which existed in those days, while another, Tim, the teacher, still cherishes an All Ireland medal, won when playing with the famous Lees of Cork City, some 27 or 28 years ago.
Collected by R. Young.
From, Dan Riordan, Shoemaker (deceased) aged 65 years, whose ancestors were natives of the district.
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and accompanied them to the farmyard. Here was an old plough, and he was told to get astride the beam. He did so and was immediately borne away in the air by some unseen power. After a flight lasting as he thought, about an hour, he found himself landed in a crowded field where a game of hurling was in progress. He was told on which side he should play, got to work, and hurled with all his might. His prowess gained victory for his side, and there was great rejoicing; but Diarmuid had received strict warning e'er he set out on his journey, that he was not to speak one word until he returned home. So he was unable to share in the celebrations. As soon as the game was over, he was again placed on the beam of the old plough, which soared into the air in the direction of home. On the way back, he was informed that he had been playing with the "good people" in Co. Tipperary. His companions accompanied him as far as Donoughmore, about 9 miles from home, and again warned him not to speak until he had reached his own yard,
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was buried in Canovee (where most of his ancestors also lie), a year ago. There are five or six sisters married, two in the Kilmurry area, one in Tipperary, and one or two in Dublin.
The story narrated below concerns their grandfather, Diarmuid, who died at a ripe old age about 140 years ago. This Diarmuid was a noted ploughman in the Muskerry district, and his fame as a hurler was known far and wide.
One night, when he was the prime of his manhood, he retired to rest about 10.30 p.m. In the middle of the night, he was aroused from his slumbers by a number of men, and informed that he should dress and accompany them to play a game of hurling. He protested, and said he had no hurley to begin with. One of the strangers went under his bed and procured his hurley, which was lying there for some weeks. He then asked where, and how, he was to travel, but he was told not to worry, but to hurry up as they had a long way to go, and that he would be back before daybreak.
Much against his will, he dressed
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In the townland of Seandangan, in the Parish of Canovee (one of the united parishes of Canovee, Kilmurry, Cloughduv, and Moviddy) on the southern bank of the River Lee, one mile from the village of Carrigadrohid, and six miles to the east of Macroom, there is a Murphy family who farm about 40 acres of land. They are known as the Murphy Duirivs, to distinguish them from other Murphy clans in the Barony of East Muskerry, such as the Murphy Móneys, the Murphy Gaoras, the Murphy Stuaks etc. The farm has been in their possession for several generations. Of the present generation, the youngest boy, Edward, is now the owner. He is about 60 years of age. Another brother, Con, owns a public-house in the village of Kilmurry, in this parish. A second brother, Ned, is a National Teacher in the parish of Donoughmore. At least one other brother is in America; while Dan
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mark the cattle with raddle or cut a bit of hair off their back or tie a bit of a ribbon to their tails. Some give the halter or rope to the buyer. There are always specail horse fairs in the year for horse and sheep and pigs and cows cave go to get her. There are three big in the year thrteen of May and the twenty fifth of July and the twenty eight October.
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bread was. There was a special kind of bread made for special occasions such as birthdays, wedding-days, and threshing days.
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2019-05-30 00:22
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In former times brown bread was generally used in this district. There was no white bread. It was made from wheat and was ground by querns, which were used in every home.
Housekeepers baked enough bread one day to last for the week. It was baked in a bastable, and the cakes were marked with a cross. Sour milk or buttermilk was used in kneading. There were different kinds of cakes: Oatmeal cakes, Stampy cakes, Potato cakes and Boxty bread.
Potato cakes were made from potatoes. Oatmeal cakes were known as griddle cakes. The oatmeal cakes were baked against a clean flag placed in front of a bright fire. When one side was baked the other side was turned. The Stampy cake was a potato cake, as far as is known. It is not known what Boxty
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coming.
According to tradition when Our Lord was dying the robin flew up and tried to pick a thorn out of His Head. A drop of blood fell on his breast and that is why the Robin's breast is red.
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The birds that are commonly seen in this district are robins, blackbirds, crows, thrushes, starlings, and others. The starlings are migratory birds. The robin has a red breast and a greenish coloured back.
Birds make nests in bushes, in house-eaves, holes in walls, and on tree tops. A Robins nest is made with moss and is lined with hair, she lays five eggs usually. The bird sits on the eggs about a fortnight. Boys are often told that if they rob birds nests the mother will forsake the nest.
Weather can very often be judged by the behaviour of some birds, especially by that of seagulls. When they fly inland it is a sign of bad weather, because they cannot get any food as the sea is too rough. And when they fly out towards the sea, it is a sign of good weather.
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that the heat will get more quickly to all parts. There was a special kind of bread made on certain occasions, usually for threshing days, weddings and christenings.
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In olden times bread was mostly made from wheat grown locally. In olden times every house made its own flour, they ground the wheat in little Querns. The wheat was ground between 2 stones, specially made for the purpose. In this district for nearly 100 years flour is made at Howard's Mills, Crookstown. Up to about twenty years ago they ground the wheat between two large stones, worked by machinery. There was only one man in this district who could dress the stones, as it was called, to make brown flour or "Oneway".
People made bread from oatmeal too, and they also made Potato cake. Those were generally mixed with milk, and baked on a griddle or in a pot-oven, or Bastable as it is called. Lately a great number of people put in ranges, and bread is now baked in ovens.
Generally when a cake is made it is cut across, but not through, so
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land. There are a few ruins scattered here and there in the district. The river Bride flows through one end, and a number of small streams flow through the different farms.
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The townland which I live in is called Currahaly. It is so called because twigs were grown there up to forty years ago. They were a source of great wealth to the farmers who often made a £100 out of a field of twigs. My Grandmother (R.I.P.) told me this. There are 25 families of over 150 people living in Currahaly now. The houses are mostly slated. There are a number of old people in the district also, some of whom can speak Irish fluently.
The number of houses is the same as fifty years ago, but new houses have replaced the old hovels. Only very few houses are now in ruins. Long ago people went abroad to many foreign countries, chiefly America, to earn their livelihood. The townland is mentioned in a few songs, but in no songs and sayings that I know of.
Currahaly contains very good
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approaching.
Around this townland it is said that when Our Lord was dying on the Cross a drop of His Blood fell on the breast of the Robin and made it red in colour.
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The wild birds commonly found in this district are: Robins, Finches, Swallows, Sparrows, Blackbirds, Crows, and Jackdaws. Many birds go away to Africa at the end of Autumn, but the Robin never goes from us.
The small birds, such as the Robins and the Sparrows, build their nests down low in bushes and fences. The Crows and Jackdaws build up high in the tree-tops. Late in Spring or in early Summer the birds set about building their nests. When the nest is ready the mother bird lays about four eggs. She sits on them for about three weeks. Then the young birds come out. The weather is sometimes judged by the appearance of birds. If they are flying low it is a sure sign of rain, or if the sea-gulls are coming in towards the land it is a sign of bad weather; but if they are going towards the ocean it is a sign of fine weather.
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2019-05-29 19:51
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The bread made in this district in olden times was made from oaten-meal, which was made from (wheat) grown locally.The flour was also made locally. Very few of the modern people remember grindstones, but they all remember having heard of them. The ingredients used in making oaten meal bread were; oaten-meal, salt, breadsoda, and sour milk.
In some houses enough bread was baked in one day for a week. A bastable was the name of the vessel in which the bread was baked. None of the people remember bread being baked in front of the fire. Griddle bread was never made in this district. Special bread was made for weddings or birthday parties.
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2019-05-29 19:42
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Knockanroe is the name of the townland in which I live. There are nine families in this townland. Murphy is the name most common in this district where about 50 people are living at present. The houses are all slated. Only four old people (over 70) are living in Knockanroe.
Only some of the people can speak Irish. Long ago the houses were more numerous, and more people were living in the place. There are no houses in ruins at present. The Mahoneys and Mick Callaghan emigrated to England in search of work. The townland is not mentioned in old songs or stories.
Most of the land is good but some of it is boggy, and more rather hilly. There are no woods. The Bride River is flowing below it, and a tributary called the Broin, waters Knockanroe. There are no old stories connected with the places.
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it is the principal street in Boyle.
Bridge Street: This street is so called because there is a bridge in it.
"Dun na Mias": This is a town land, which is situated about two miles from the town and it means the "fort of the Dishes".
Assylinn: This is the name given to a district, and it means "eas an Fhlionn" or the "waterfall of the O'Flionn".
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So up with the kettle and down with the pot,
Give us your answer and let us be going.
Wren boys often make about five shillings which they divide equally on the way home.
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On St. Stephen's Day a company of young boys call to houses, and carry with them, bushes dressed with ribbons and coloured papers and holly. It is supposed that in each bush there is a dead Wren. They sing a song, called the Wren Song, which is as follows;
"The Wren, the wren, the king of all birds;
St. Stephen's Day he got caught in the furze,
We hunted him up, we hunted him down,
One of our Wren-boys knocked him down.
With sticks and stones we broke his bones,
I have a little box under my arm,
Three or four pence will do it no harm;
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The old people still have a great many stories. Long ago the people used go digging potatoes to other places. One night a crowd of young boys were coming home from work.
When they came to Mangan's hill they saw a white horse. One boy jumped up on the horse's back and said the horse should carry him home. He then got stuck to the horse, and he couldn't free himself. The horse carried him to his home, but when he arrived there he turned, and trotted back to Mangan's Hill. When he reached Mangan's Hill, the boy was freed again, but he had to walk home.
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2019-05-29 11:27
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If the smoke is going up straight the day will be good; but when soot or smoke falls rain is sure to fall during the day.
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If a rainbow appears in the sky in the morning it is a sign of rain: but, if seen in the evening, it is a sign of fine weather. A halo around the moon is a sure sign of bad weather. If the stars are shining brightly it is a sure sign of good weather; the wind from the south or west brings rain. The west wind brings us most rain.
When swallows fly high we expect good weather. If the sheep are crowded closely together, or seagulls flying inland it is a sign of rain. When the clouds are moving swiftly along it is a sign of bad weather. When we see the sky a dark reddish colour in the morning we may expect rain.
The insects flying around show the continuation of fine weather.
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called the fair field. This applies to Macroom where the fair is held alternately in the town and in a field near the town called Masseytown.
Macroom is also the only fair at which tolls are paid on animals. The toll paid when the fair is held in the town goes to the town council, and when it is held in Masseytown the money is given to the owner of the field.
When animals are sold a small portion of the money is given as luck money to the buyer.
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2019-05-29 10:59
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Local fairs April 8th 1938
A fair is a market periodically held for the sale of cattle and other products of a district. Fairs are held weekly, monthly or quarterly.
In this locality cattle fairs are held in Macroom, Coachford, Bandon and Ballincollig once a month. The fixtures are so arranged that no two fairs fall on the same day. This arrangement gives buyers and sellers the opportunity of attending all fairs.
Sometimes the fair is held in the street and at other times in a field adjacent to the town
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Wednesdays or Fridays.
When people are going to get married the girls people visits the mans house to see if the farm is worth the money demanded as fortune. The day is appointed for the marriage and it is customary that the man be at the church first. When the marriage ceremoney is performed the friends congragulate the persons married and fists of rice are usually thrown over them to convey good luck. Sometimes old shoes are thrown at their carriage as it moves off.
Some years ago marriages were occasionally performed in the homes. A woman named Mrs Richardson who is still living at Aglish was married in her own house. She was teaching in this school before Mrs Murphy came. People then came from the church in cars. A man named Jermiah Murphy from Donoughmore
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(the next time he was getting married)
the church and back again. His wife died soon after. He got married again and walked to the church and back again on the second occasion.
The bridesmaid holds the wedding cake over the bride's and bridegroom's heads and the best man puts a cut in it with a knife. This custom is peculiar to this locality.
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Marriages usually take place during Shrove in this locality. Shrove starts on the 6th of January.
People get married on Tuesdays, Thursdays or Saturdays. It is thought unlucky to get married on Mondays.
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O God, who through the Resurrection of thy son, Our Lord Jesus Christ hast vouchsafed to give joy to the whole world, grant as we beseech thee that through the intercession of the Virgin Mary his mother we may obtain the joy of eternal life, through Christ Our Lord. Amen.
O man forgive thy mortal foe.
Nor ever strike him blow for blow.
For all the souls on earth that live.
To be forgiven must forgive.
Forgive him seventy times and seven.
For all the blessed souls in heaven.
Are both forgivers and forgiven.
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There is no great success with risk.
Skill is stronger than force.
The trade that is not learned is an enemy.
Little by little castles are built.
Occupations are as various as heads.
Customs are as various as countries.
If the night is long the day comes.
It is better to wear out than to rust out.
Ireland divided Ireland prostrate.
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out gently.
A half loaf is better than no bread.
There is many a slip twixt the cup and the lip.
When the weather is fair of your cloak take care.
Better late than never.
'Tis hard to put an old head on young shoulders.
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It is never too late to mend.
Make hay while the sun shines.
A stitch in time saves nine.
Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
When it rains it pours.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
It is two late to save when all is spent.
When your hand is in a dogs mouth draw it
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Soft words often serve in a hard argument.
Discretion is the better part of valour.
Always look twice before you leap.
Practise makes perfect.
Never put new wine into old bottles.
A good word never broke a man's mouth.
The wise man changes his mind but the fool never.
Laugh and the world laughs with you.
Those who do the most work are frequently the most silent.
Once bitten twice shy.
A burned child dreads the fire.
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My story is about a man named Kerrigan who lived in Glencar. One day four people, two boys and two girls were traveling on a mountain beside Glencar. There is a place on this mountain called "Teampuill Teinntrig" and the people said they would go to see it. When they reached the place they saw it was a very deep cave or hole in the ground. They were walking along a narrow path at the mouth of the cave when suddenly one of the girls slipped and fell into the cave. her companions were horrified and and they sent
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2019-05-28 23:59
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My alarm clock whirrs at five o'clock and at six to the minute my bus leaves the garage. All the passengers clamber aboard when we reach the starting place. Then my days work begins in earnest.
Between eight ad half past eight we carry heavy loads and I have to watch the Time-Table carefully. If we are anything behind time some people will be late and there be complains. During these periods of time too I have to be careful in giving change, for if I am short in
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Where there's smoke there's fire.
Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.
An acre of performance is worth a whole world of promise.
God helps those that help themselves.
It is a long road that has no turning.
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
Temperance and labour are the two best physicians.
Make haste slowly.
The foundation of true joy is consience.
Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.
It is better to be nobly remembered than nobly born.
The greatest oaks have been little acorns.
Many hands make light work.
The whole ocean is made of single drops.
Constant dropping wears the stone.
The grandest thing in the world is plain truth.
Great hopes make great men.
A fool and his money are soon parted.
A new brush sweeps clean.
Empty vessels make most sound.
No morning sun lasts a whole day.
Lost time is never found again.
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he was a labourer in the employment of Mr Bradfield Ballgroman. On the morning of the race he went to 8 o'clock Mass. After Mass he tended his employers cattle as usual. Then he cycled to Carrigaline, a distance of about 20 miles and to the surprise of a great number of people won the championship.
From then on he was successful at many sports meetings. The next important meeting at which he competed was in Ennis Co Clare. There he won the four mile championship of Munster. (in all races) For the following three or four years he held the championship of Munster in all races of from one to four miles.
On an other occasion he went to Dublin to compete in an inter-county team competition. Shortly after he retired from running altogether and now works for Mr PJ Good of Aherla. He is about forty years of age and is a constant follower of the local coursing club.
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During the past sixty years Ireland has produced many great athletes. One that could be ranked among the best of his day is William Corcoran, Aherla, Co. Cork.
When he was growing up very little was known of his ability to run. He made his first public appearance as a runner at Carrigaline where he competed for the Senior Cross-Country Championship of the county. At the
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Quits mutton bones on grass to feast.
Puss on the hearth with velvet paws,
Sits wiping o'er her whiskered jaws.
The rooks, how odd their flight,
They imitate the gliding kite,
And headlong downwards seem to fall,
As if they felt the piercing ball".
The clear blue sky is the sign of fine weather.
"Evening red and morning gray puts the traveller on his way.
But evening gray and morning red pours rain on the travellers head".
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When the sun is darkened at intervals it is a sure sign of rain. Rain follows when there is a dark ring around the moon at night. Frost is expected when the stars are very bright, and twinkling. The clouds are dark and seem to pass quickly across the sky when rain is near. A red sky in the evening is the sign of fine weather.
"A rainbow in the morning is the shepherd's warning.
But a rainbow in the night is the shepherd's delight".
The south and south-westerly winds bring rain. The north and north-easterly winds bring dry but cold weather.
When the sea-gulls come inland storms may be expected at sea. The swallows fly low when rain is near. If we observe the habits of fowl and farmyard animals they too foretell rain. When rain is coming these birds and animals seem to have knowledge of it.
"Loud quack the ducks,
The pea-cocks cry,
The distant hills are looking nigh.
The dog so altered in his taste,
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Monks praying and singing.
About twenty five years ago a grant was given through the Local Government Board to repair the Abbey walls. When the men were working the found some bullets supposed to be used by the Cromwellians. They also found some tiny clay pipes which probably belonged to the monks.
John F Riordan, Farran, Co. Cork
Mrs. Ellen Riordan, Farran, Co. Cork(mother)
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Ovens and Kilcrea Abbey. Ovens and Aglish are very small but Kilcrea Abbey is a very large and historic place. It was once occupied by the Cistercian Monks.
Cromwell's soldiers destroyed the monastery and put the monks to flight. It is said that the soldiers shelled the monastery from the top of Ballineadig hill and that the Monks fled for shelter to the Glen of Clashinafrin. But they were followed by the soldiers and there murdered.
The walls of the monastery were left in ruins but as time went on they were repaired repaired and the space inside the walls was used as a burial ground.
The bells of the monastery were picked up and buried in some part of the field between the River Bride and the building.
At the present day inside the walls the rooms can be seen with the divisions between as they were in the time of the monks.
The oldest tomb in the abbey dates back to the year 1718 and it is said the the Lord Abbot of the Monastery was buried in that tomb. Bishop Herlihy, a great Irish Bishop, is buried in the Abbey. Aurthar O'Leary, the great Irish Soldier who was shot at Carriganima was brought to the Abbey for burial.
The bells of the monastery are heard to ring on June 29th and an old man who lived in Farran was passing the Abbey very late one night and he heard the
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The Local Graveyards. March 24th 1938
A graveyard is a consecrated piece of ground set aside specially as a burial place. There are three of these graveyards in this parish, namely, Aglish,
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The local forge March 18th, 1938.
The local forge is situated at Currihaly, about one mile from Farran village and a quarter of a mile from the Cork Crookstown road.
The forge is the property of the Murphy family and the work is done by two bothers, Jeremiah and John Murphy. Their father was also a smith and their grandfather also worked at the trade. The present blacksmiths are strong men and do very good work. Besides the shoeing of horses they also make gates, parts for ploughs and bands for wheels.
The house is build of stone and mortar and is covered by a felt roof. Inside there is a hob on which a fire is burning and in it the iron is reddened. The iron is then placed on the anvil and hammered into the required shape. The bellows is used for blowing the fire.
Outside the door is a round trough, and when bands are being put on wheels the wheels are put into it and water thrown on them.
In recent years motors have taken the place of horses in many instances and on account of this development black smiths are not getting so much work to do.
John Corkery, Roovesmore, Co. Cork
Mr. Corkery, Roovesmore, Co. Cork (father)
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twisted the barrel swings round. In the side of the barrel is an iron cover with rubber round the edge to prevent any leakage of cream. There is a vent in the side of the barrel and this must be pressed at intervals to let out the air in the early stages of churning. In side there are three beaters and from the dashing of the cream against these the butter particles form. There is a little glass in the end of the churn and when this shows clear the butter is made.
There is a small opening in which a cork fits. Through this opening the butter-milk is strained off. Cold spring water is poured in on the butter and the cork replaced. The churn gets a few turns round again. This water is again let off. Then the butter is taken out of the barrel with butter-spades and put in a timber keeler, where it is corned and drawn several times and made up into packets with the spades.
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2019-05-28 18:31
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Cream turns sour quickly in Summer so it is better to make butter twice a week. In Winter one churning weekly is sufficient. Great care must be taken in management of cream in Summer. Immediately after seperating, the cream must be thoroughly cooled. This is done by placing the vessel of cream into a larger vessel of cold spring water.
The churn-barrel is always scalded directly after churning; then on churning morning in Summer it is washed with cold spring water. In Winter the barrel requires heating so it is scalded with boiling water on churning morning.
The churn has the shape of an ordinary barrel, and it rests on a wooden stand with four legs. There are two axles on the barrel which revolve on two wheels fixed on the stand. The handles are attached to the axles with bolts, and when these handles are
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if the weather is mild.
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but it is usually from ten to fourteen inches.
The drills are then closed and the potatoes are left to grow until the first or second week of May. At this time the drills (are then closed and the) usually require to be cleaned and the cleaning is done with a scuffler and hand-hoe. After this the drills are earthed with a plough.
The next thing to be done is to spray the young stalks. About the middle of June is the time for the first application and then a second spraying is performed a fortnight later. Some people spray a third time, but two sprayings usually suffice. With this operation completed the crop does not require any further attention until about the first of October when the potatoes are dug out and stored.
They are lifted by different methods. The old custom was to dig them out with spades a rather slow operation. Now some people use potato diggers drawn by horses, others use either a Chill or Drill plough to turn them out of the ground.
They are then sorted and stored in pits, and covered for the winter. Again about the end of January they require to be turned in the pits when the waste is again picked out. From this on they require to to be turned about once a fortnight as they begin to grow young shoots or stalks especially if
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There are many crops grown on the farm but the potato crop is considered the most important. The potato is a very substantial food for both man and beast.
In this district anything from one to three acres of potatoes are usually grown on each farm. All the potatoes grown on the farm are not consumed by the people themselves. They are also used to feed cattle, pigs, and horses. Some are kept for seed, and the surplus is sold.
The stubble on which the potatoes are to be planted is ploughed in November or December. It is then left to rest until March when it is harrowed and ploughed a second time. Then it is again harrowed until the ground is fine enough for drilling.
The drills are made from 27 to 30 inches wide. Farm yard manure is then spread between them. The potatoes are cut each into three or four parts which are called "sciollans". Each of these parts must contain at least one eye out of which the little shoots spring. They are then left to rest for about three days.
The "Sciollans" are planted in the furrows on which the manure is already spread. The distance between them varies according to the variety of seed
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donkeys shod there.
There are stories told about a smith and the Blessed Virgin. Here is one of them. One day the Holy Family went by a wind swept road. Our Lady lost the pin of her cloak, which she had wrapped round the Holy Infant.
Saint Joseph asked a boy who was minding cows in a field, for a thorn which would do for a brooch. The boy said that he was too busy to look for one although he had nothing to do but to watch the beasts.
When the Holy Family were passing a forge, the smith came out and saw that the Holy Mother wanted a pin. "Let me make you one" he said. He took a piece of money from his pocket, and beat it into the finest brooch. Our Lady took the brooch, thanked the smith and gave him her blessing. Ever since then a smith who washes in the water which has cooled his irons finds himself refreshed and stronger.
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The local forge is situated in the townland of Currahaly. It is about a half mile from the main Cork-Crookstown road.
The forge is worked by two brothers smiths named John and Jermiah Murphy. Their father and grandfather were smiths. The house in which they live is attached to the forge. The roof of the forge is made of felt. It contains an anvil, fireplace, bellows, sledge, hammer, and many other implements.
Many farmers get their horses and
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Goods of Littleselver that he gave his horse to a priest named Father Canty to enable him to escape from his enemies when he was worn out from travelling. Littleselver is three miles to the north of Bandon and west of the village of Kilpatrick.
This priest wished prosperity to the Goods for seven generations. Twenty-two years ago the aged Bishop Good of the Protestant Church in Templemartin, asked an old man of the district if the seven generations were yet gone. He was told that his was the seventh generation. His people were very rich and are wealthy still. Descendants of the same goods are living in Aherlamore at present and they too are rich people.
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The Penal Laws were enforced in Ireland for nearly three hundred years. These laws prevented Catholics from holding any important position in the army, the law courts, or the town corporations. They were forbidden to have schools or schoolmasters or to carry arms. It was hoped by such methods to keep the people ignorant, poor, and unable to assert their rights.
There is a rock in Mr. Michael Walsh's glen, in Aherlamore and the rock is called 'the holy water stone'. The older people say that Mass was celebrated there during those troubled times.
The priests were hunted from their churches and were not allowed celebrate Mass. The beautiful Monastery of Kilcrea was broken down by cannon of Cromwell.
Good-hearted protestants often sheltered Catholic bishops and priests, or gave them warning when the Government agents and priest-hunters were in the district. It is truly told of one of the
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English. They wrote with quill pins and also wrote on slates.
This teacher remained in the district for some years until the National Schools were built.
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There was a hedge school in the year 1844 in an old house called Larr Doyle's forge at Crios Na Marbh, this cross is at the head of the road which leads to Kilcrea Abbey.
Mr. Costello a stranger in the district taught the children of Kilcrea and the surroundings during the Winter months in this forge. He stayed at intervals with the farmers that invited him and they were delighted to have him in their midst.
Each scholar paid a penny a day. English subjects were taught and the books were
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In pannier making he needed a timber model in which nine or ten holes were bored. Into those holes strong twigs were placed forming the frame of the pannier. Next the work of plaiting the twigs was started at the mouth and continued to the bottom of the pannier. Then the light ends of "standers" or (twigs) frame were plaited across to form the bottom. In this way the work was completed. He is now 76 years of age and no longer works at his craft.
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Basket making and pannier making was an art which was commonly possessed in Irish country places until recent years. Most old men were capable hand s at making both. But some people made their living at the trade.
A man named John Mac Carthy from the Crookstown district specialised in it and found a ready market at the church gates on Sundays especially during autumn. He also attended local fairs where he readily disposed of his goods to farmers and others.
For basket making it was necessary for him to have a supply of sally twigs and also some stronger sticks of hazel or sally to make the frames. All those required to be well seasoned before being used. To make a basket he got the frame into a U shape binding both ends together with some twigs. Then the body frames or ribs usually about three or four were fitted in . Having done this the remainder of the work consisted of plaiting the whole frame with light twigs until it was complete.
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try to kill birds. They also make whistles from an ash stick. The Master said he often made guns of elder sticks. Every boy makes hurleys. Boys make snares, but it is not for the use of them but the pleasure they find in making them. I saw a boy making a pipe. He made it with a horse chest nut. He took all the pith out of the nut and then put a stick with a hole in it into the side of the nut. The Master said he often made war-caps with rushes.
Long ago the children had pans and cans for toy cars. They drew sand dust and grass in them imagin-
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Socks were knit with with this thread and when frieze was needed this home-spun wool was woven at Dripsey mills.
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The spinning industry was alive in this district as late as the year 1900. The faithful old spinning wheel was thrown in the shade after that time. My grandmother Margaret Fahy, Kilcrea, kept the wheel longer than others in the district.
My grandfather kept eight sheep. Those were washed early in May and shorn a week later. Each fleece was rolled carefully and put into clean sacks. A quantity of this wool was sent to Lucey's dye-house, Cork, and exchanged for blankets. More of it was loosened out and picked so that no morsel of furze or briar might be in it. Then two ounces were placed on what were called cards and carded and put off in rolls, this process was gone through until the remained of the wool was ready for spinning.
A roll of carded wool was then placed on the spindle and held in position with the left hand while with the right hand the spinner put the wheel in motion. Then another roll was joined on and so on until the spindle was full. Then the thread was removed and wound in a ball.
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About three years ago a serious outbreak of fire occured in the haggard owned by Mr John Russel of Rosemount. It was a fine calm day in the early autumn, and a threshing machine was working in the haggard.
All went well until evening when the greather portion of the corn had been thrashed. The men had just returned to work after tea when a warning shout of "Fire" was heard.
In a few minutes a large rick of straw was on fire, and the men ran for safety in all directions. The haggard is enclosed by a high stone wall, so it made escape difficult, and many of the men had narrow escapes from the flames. Meanwhile the fire spread rapidly to an adjoining shed of hay, a barn of oats and some other houses. The owner of the threshing set - Mr. Flynn of Kilcrea - succeeded in saving the engine, but the thresher was destroyed by the flames.
The fire brigade was phoned for but when it arrived the men were powerless to help as the water supply was not near enough. The fire was quenched in three hours, but the remains smouldered until next day. As the haggard is situated close to the public road, all traffic was held up for a few hours. The residence escaped and there was no loss of life.
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Up to about twenty years ago all country weddings in this locality took place towards the end of Shrove. Sometimes as many as nine or ten couples were married in Schull on Shrove Tuesday. Now weddings take place at any time of the year but it thought unlucky to marry in May "Marry in May and you'll rue the day" says the proverb. Monday, Wednesday and Friday are the unlucky days and nobody around here would dream of getting married on those days.
Those who were eligible and did not marry during Shrove were
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The following songs were composed by Con OMahony - The Green Fields of Lissaned and "The Pretty Maid"
I obtained the words from
Dómhnall O Drisceoil
Leathanach
who was an intimate friend of his
The Green Fields of Lissane
Lissane - Lios-án (the little lis) is a townland in the Parish of Caheragh divided into two parts called Upper and Lower Lissane
According to Tradition three Franciscan Friars were hanged on the top of Lissane and were buried at the north side of the road near the summit of the hill. The place is known locally as Uaig Uaithne (green grave)
Another place there is called Béal
áthe-an-Daimhín where it is supposed a battle was fought between the O Sullivans and the O Donovans. It is between Upper and Lower Lissane and is now known as Béal Damh (ox-ford).
In bygone days Lissane produced some great men. They were
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This severe "flue" swept over Ireland in the year 1918. Nursing Sisters from Montenotte called it "Trench Fever" and stated that it was brought from France by soldiers returning from the Great War.
In some cases whole families were stricken, pneumonia sabbing the patient's strength so rapidly that in a few hours the poor sufferer was beyond medical aid.
This out-break continued into the year 1919. In March of that year the four Mac Sweeney brothers of Crookstown died. The three men who were tailors died first. Another brother who was a carpenter, his wife and three children were removed to a Cork hospital and there the father and two children died; only the mother and one child returned home.
Doctors recommended whiskey as a good remedy at that time to counteact the "flue" but it was hard to get.
People get the "flue" since then but it is less severe.
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12 If your uncle's sister is not your aunt what is she to you?
Ans Your mother.
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6 What do liars do when they die?
Ans ; They lie still.
7 Why is a horse stronger than a mouse?
Ans: Because it can run away with a trap.
8 What has four legs and only one foot?
Ans: A bed.
9 What is the difference between the North and south poles?
Ans: There is a world of difference.
10 I went into a wood and got it, I sat down to look for it, I couldn't get it and I came away with it?
Ans: A thorn.
11 Once in a moment twice in a minute and never in a thousand years.
Ans: The letter U.
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with a bittle on stone. Then it is cloven with a cloven tongs made of timber. It is drawn through the tongs and the hulls fall down and the pure fibre is left. It is then hackled that is it is pulled against a square foot of board with spikes.
The substance which falls off it is called toe. This is also spun into coarse sheets. Then it is wraped and spun with a linen wheel. It is put on wraping bars before going to weaver. The shettle is thrown across the wraping bars, and woven like a piece of darning.
Woolen Goods.
Woolen goods were also made 50 years ago. The wool was first washed and then carded or made into wool. Then it was spun when it came from the weaver it was scoured that is a man jumped on it for two or three hours to take the oil out of it.
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The river Sullane, speaks once in every seven years. On the following day a drowning is sure to take place in this river.
The river repeats on each occasion the following, "I am the river of death, & where is the man I must drown?".
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An English Agent, acting on the instructions of an 'absentee' landlord, ordered a new road to be cut through Donoughmore Catholic Cemetery (Co. Cork)
The workmen were told to throw the burial mounds as tip dressing on the surrounding fields. The men, threatened with evictions etc. eventually started to work. They had not proceeded very far when one of their number came upon a grave in which a relative of his own was buried. He fell upon his knees & begged of the spirit of his departed relative to intercede with God to put a stop to the sacrilegious work.
The agent, who was inspecting the work, was instantly cast upon the ground, - then elevated to a height of 20 feet in the air, & dashed to earth again - by an unseen hand - & killed instantly.
The workmen said that the noise heard during the horrible incident resembled the swishing of a hundred whips - The ghoulish work was immediately abandoned.
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died, & his relations buried him in the same graveyard as his victim.
A workman, returning to his home at a late hour on the night of the murderer's burial, saw to his amazement, the graveyard moving across the river.
Just before the entire bulk reached the opposite bank, the newly made grave of the murderer detatched itself & remained marooned in the middle of the river, where it may be seen to the present day.
The graveyard is at the opposite side of the river.
A farmer ploughed a field containing a fairy rath (Donoughmore) Suddenly the ground opened, swallowing the man, his horse & plough. The field now remains untilled & cattle avoid it as carefully as humans.
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During the Cromwellian Persecution the following strange happening occurred in connection with a graveyard, situated near the banks of the Lee, a few miles from the city of Cork.
The Parish Priest was murdered by a priest hunter. A few weeks later the murderer
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Fairy folk & leprechauns were supposed to revel around a very tiny well in Currabeg (Ovens).
The water was never used, but a dark scum which appeared at certain periods was gathered at midnight & utilised by old women as cures for Ringworm & Warts.
A wandering tinker, stopped at the well one evening, & washed some articles in it. The following day the well appeared at the opposite side of the field.
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St Loughdeen's Well, now situated at Greenagh (Co Cork) is supposed to have moved about one hundred years ago from its original bed at Donoughmore to its present location.
The phenomena is accounted for as follows.
Rounds were paid to the holy well on the twenty fourth of June. The Pattern Day became so popular that a Dancing Platform & Refreshment booths were set up near the Well. Local people were scandalised by the unruly scenes, which followed these innovations.
On one occasion a dispute arose, & fighting soon became so fierce that the waters of the well were dyed with blood of struggling men. At length the disturbance was quelled & visitors & natives dispersed.
On the following morning, a farmer residing in the neighbouring parish of Greenagh, arose early to tend his cattle. He drove the animals to the eastern boundary of a pasture field. Here to
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(Related to Mrs. H G Moloney N.T. & myself in 1926 by Mrs. Norry Coughlan (died 1933) then aged 93 residing at Ovens Bridge.)
The terror of Norry's childhood days was a peculiar individual of about 18 years, who wore a long cotton pinafore over his male attire, & who was never seen without a great shining tin bucket on his arm. Needless to state he was the village 'ónsue'
He regarded the bucket as his best friend. He called it "Daisy", & undoubtedly "Daisy" helped him to earn his living, for according to
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by his bedside. On the day of the funeral it was placed at the head of the grave filled with blooms by the kindly neighbours.
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district one wild winters morning. A great gale had swept the countryside during the night - few people were abroad.- The poor "Natural" tired from his long journey, entered the main lawn on the Bandon Estate. Protected from the rain by the inverted friend 'Daisy' - he strode along, chatting gently to his kind protector. But soon his attention was diverted by the sight of a group of workmen laboriously engaged in trying to reimbed a fine tree which had been almost entirely uprooted by the storm.
The Lord Bandon of that period, stood anxiously by, directing operations. The Onsuc was quickly on the scene. Placing his precious 'Daisy' out of danger, he stood by Lord Bandon's side & remained an interested spectator for a few minutes, apparently deriving great amusement from the excited orders of the latter & futile efforts of the workmen to execute them. Then suddenly he turned from the scene, & restoring Daisy to her place of honour on his head, addressed her thus "Daisy asthore, no wonder you are laughing at the little Lord trying to put up what the Big Lord knocked down".
The "Natural" died at the age of 30. During his last illness Daisy was always kept in view on a table
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Norry's account a modern "Parcels Express Van" would not convey half as many messages as this famous bucket.
From morning to night, in all seasons 'the Natural' tramped through the countryside, from farmhouse to shop, from hilltop to valley, conveying messages in his well polished "Daisy". Hours of happiness were spent in grooming her, & in gazing at his reflection on her shining surface. The bucket was left in the Church porch - most reluctantly - whilst its owner attended Mass.
At weddings, christenings & wakes the Natural appeared, accompanied by his tin friend. On three occasions (the festive ones) it served as a musical instrument. The violin & melodion were loudly accompanied by thumps on Daisy.
The neighbours - with the exception of the children - loved the poor simpleton. He had access to cabin & hall alike. He often astounded the people by quaint comments which indicated a wisdom quite unexpected in one of his type.
His aimless wanderings often led him as far as Bandon (10 miles from Ovens). He visited the
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The terror of Norry's childhood days was a peculiar individual of about 18 years, who wore a long cotton pinafore over his male attire, & who was never seen without a great shining tin bucket on his arm. Needless to state he was the village 'ónsue'
He regarded the bucket as his best friend. He called it "Daisy", & undoubtedly "Daisy" helped him to earn his living, for according to
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The dreadful disease of diabetes attacked the descendants of the Prosletyser. Local tradition tells of the dreadful death of the last of the line a few years ago.
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were seized and "keepers" placed in charge of them. During the night disguised men overpowered the keepers and drove off the beasts.
Early on the following morning a car was heard coming along the Cork Road in the direction of Kinsale. One of the bums who was Wm Clarke, Beadle of the Corporation, better known as Clarke the Bellman requested the driver of the cart to untie the ropes that bound his arms. The driver was John Browne a fine young fellow of 19, supposed to be the natural son of General Sir Thomas Browne Knockduff.
The lad had been reared by relatives of is mother living in Lacknacummeen and what education they could afford to give him was received in the school conducted by one Stokes in Clontead Chapel. Browne has no sympathy with "bums" but certain circumstances of the case appealed to his manhood, and therefore he did not demur at the request of Clarke. The Bellman detained young Browne for some time and asked him to tie his arms again. Browne innocently complied resumed his journey to
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58. Wakes are sometimes rather rowdy gatherings, especially the wakes of the old people. Among the young people there is sometimes feat throwing and other act of rowdyism.
59. No person now living remembers "keening" taking place at funerals in this district.
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kitchen was bravely resisted, & the people were just about to return to their homes when suddenly they saw the horses halt at the Abbey gates. The drivers urged them on pulling & shouting & beating the animals, but in vain, the horses would not move. Extra help was obtained from Protestant sympathisers but all the efforts failed.
The Abbot advised the people to return to their homes & ignore the incident. At a later hour the monks secured supplies of food & helped the poor as usual.
On the following morning the horses were still at their post; bearing their burden patiently, but quite immovable. Time passed on. Further attempts were made to remove the flour & biscuit - but again the burdens proved unbearably heavy & eventually the work was abandoned.
The food decayed & the horses expired beneath their traces when the last particles of food had crumbled to decay. Even the birds & wild animals boycotted the Soupers Bribe at Kilcrea Gates.
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A "Soupers Kitchen" was established at Kilcrea in the Penal Days, when Prosletysing was attempted upon the starving people of the district. One day a wealthy Protestant "souper" sent large supplies of flour & biscuits to Kilcrea Soup Kitchen.
The drivers were ordered to display the stores in lavish fashion on their open drays, & to drive slowly past the monastery gates of Kilcrea, where hundreds of starving people were accustomed to assemble to obtain alms from the charitable monks.
On this particular day, supplies had run short in the Abbey, & the disappointed starving people beheld the great wagon load of food, drawing slowly up the hill. The temptation to visit the
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Now a pause came. "Rest awhile Joe - we must open another barrell". "Don't be too long" said thirsty Joe "Sure I've a thirst on me I wouldn't part with for a five pound note". The crowd were wildly excited - & the in -keeper found difficulty in drawing the plug.
"At last the drink trickled slowly out - into another large measure - "Here, hold on" cried Joe - this slow service would leave any man thirsty - sure I am only a little biteen of a man, & I'll fit nice & handy into the barrell & have a good long drink in peace - Help me in boys".
The 'boys' would undoubtedly have 'helped' him in, but the proprietor thought it was time to cut off supplies. - Joe's thirst was only too well quenched, & his reputation for remaining "perfectly sober" quite destroyed.
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Mr Timothy Kiely (71yrs) Ovens Bridge, related the following humourous tale to Annie Cronin (12 ½ yrs) Knockanemore.
"When I was quite a young lad, a funny old character whom we called "Thirsty Joe" lived near Ovens Bridge. Poor Joe earned his nickname from the fact that he could consume more drink - whilst remaining perfectly sober - than any man in the parish.
Joe was left a "windfall" & of course his first call was to the local inn. The village jokers called out "Now Joe lets see you quench your long thirst in fine style". "Sure I will" replied Joe. "Mr - - - if you please, bring out two gorsoons to help you fill up fast - enough for me - I've always dreamt of this day, & sure enough me dream's come true".
So they 'filled up' for thirsty Joe, glass upon glass. Joe's thirst increased, as the crowds plaudits grew louder. "Yerra sir, fill the big measure now - the glass is too small" so they filled a quart, & then a gallon
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II
Oh prize of each familiar scene,
That decks that lovely vale,
Each castle robed in ivy green,
Each glen, each hill & dale.
Each meadow where I loved to roam,
With mates so dear to me,
Now exiles from their native home,
Beside the rolling Lee.
III
And often in those pleasant hours,
Fond memories fill me so,
Whilst gazing on these lonely towers,
Beside the waters roll.
Of days e'er came the Norman Band,
When our dear Isle was free,
And Irish Chieftains held the land,
Along the winding Lee.
IV
And since that time it e'er has been,
The dearest hope of mine,
To see with its resplendent sheen,
The morn of freedom shine.
And hear once more in ancient halls,
Ring forth its minstrelsy
And Irish Harps hung on their walls,
Beside the rolling Lee.
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When I was but a growing boy,
E'er manhood's anxious cares,
Had robbed me of that youthful joy,
The brow of boyhood wears.
How oft with merry laugh & song,
And spirit bounding free,
I roamed the river banks along,
Beside the rolling Lee.
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of the road. Down through the years the tailors shop has been the meeting place for the inhabitants of Ovens old & young alike. The tailor - a very interesting kindly type of man - (Mr Timothy Hurley - 70 yrs) is a noted raconteur, famous for his wit - a family characteristic for many generations.
On the Coach Road also is situated the farm house of the local poet - Mr. Edward Magner (74 yrs). Up to a few years ago Mr. Magner contributed to local papers & supplied the following verses of his own composition to - Annie Cronin, 12½ yrs, Knockanemore, Ovens - for inclusion in her collection of "Ovens Folk Lore"
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The coach Road is part of the old main road leading directly from Cork to Macroom via Ballincollig. It runs right through the parish of Ovens, bridging the river Bride at Ovens Cross Roads.
It was a famous highway in olden days & is regaining its ancient traffic reputation since the surface was improved in 1930.
Two famous coach houses were situated on the Coach road, one at Barnagore Cross & another at Srelane Cross.
A lone pine tree, growing a few hundred yards from Srelane Cross Coach house, was used in the past as a gallows for highwaymen. The tree has a sinister appearance. Now almost - devoid of branches, its gnarled trunk is covered with ivy (the black leaves of the latter must not - according to local superstition - be plucked on any account).
A very old forge, still plying a busy trade, t a tailor's shop are very ancient landmarks
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Arranged by R. Tallon, Fennor (13 years)

Fennor:- Finn Abhair Breagh
Gaulstown:- Baile na nGall
Honey meadow:- Cluain Meala
Keenog:- Caonóg (mossy place)
Mary Lands:- Baile Muire
Mullefin:- Mullac Fionn
Mooretown:- Baile na gCurrach
The Cloghan:- An Clochán
Lurgy:- An Lurga
Athcarne:- Ath Carinn

A.N. Family names
Boynanstown:- Boynanstown
Ballramstown:- Barltamstown(?)
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the old belief was verified - for a son was born.
Mr. Charles Conway (49 yrs) Ovens, relates that one Winters evening about 30 years ago, as he was returning home through Castleinch, he lost his way. After wandering for some time he found himself in the vicinity of the Fairy Rath. He felt rather nervous but just then, to his great relief he saw two figures approaching. They were exceptionally tall, but otherwise ordinary in appearance. He saluted them, but received no reply. They continued to advance towards him, & then, just as suddenly as hey had first appeared, they disappeared.
The district is devoid of any hiding place neither wall, bush or tree affords a shelter. Mr Conway emphasises the fact that the night was very bright.
When he reached home, his parents were not surprised on hearing his story.
His father told him that some of the neighbours had had a similar experience in the past.
A fine specimen of Rath is situated in Grange in the lands of Mr. Dennehy. The entrance is quite visible, but the rath has never been explored.
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A Fairy Rath.
The above is situated in Castleinch. For many centuries - owing to local belief that 'fairy land' must not be disturbed - it remained untilled.
Some years ago the land surrounding the rath was sold. The new owner ploughed the rath. A member of the family - an only son died. Then an old superstition was told to the father, that if he replaced the sods on the rath again & restored it to its old elevation - being particularly careful to replace the large stones of the rath - in due course a son would be born.
The instructions were carried out &
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Mills were also worked in Killumney, in the vicinity of the present Co-Operative Creamery. The remains of the walls may be seen at the back of the creamery. A Mr. John Morton was the miller.
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A fine mill was worked up to about forty years ago. It was situated in the lands of Mr. William Fitzgerald, Ovens.
In Nov '94 - late in the evening - a fire broke out, owing to fuel shortage for machinery & the mill were completely gutted.
The mill hands resided at Lisheens, Barnagore & Ovens Bridge. They left the neighbourhood after the disaster & their cottages fell into disrepair. The district soon declined in population. At present a few broken down walls at Lisheens Cross mark the site of a once well inhabited village - Lisheens. The district where the fire occured is known as "Burnt Mills"
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'does for' Mary Anne.
Go along the Grange Road, and stop as you pass by
Tis there you'll meet Kate Twomey
Indeed she seldom sighs
For herself & Bob McCarthy will be married By & By.
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The following, supposed to be the last composed in the district, was supplied by a lady resident in the parish, who could not supply the composers name - probably the majority of these "nonsense rhymes" were 'made up' by the youth of the parish.
"Skellig List 1894"
First cometh Maggie Mullane, and she dressed in mourning black.
Her heels are out of order from running after Jack.
Jack Kelly is the man we mean, a hero stout & bold.
Maggie's not young or handsome
But she's worth her weight in gold.
There's another lass of Maggie's class
With wrinkles on her brow.
She says to Stephen Hegarty
'Tis time you'd have me now
If we do not prosper on the Road Contract
We'll thrive alright as long as apples grow
for me upon the Chapel Road.
There's another maid just of the proper sort.
And Jack Flynn is trying hard to win her fair young heart.
But he says he cannot marry till he
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(a) "Marriage Customs".
In Ovens it is considered unlucky to marry on a Friday or Wednesday, or on any day during the month of August. The bride follows the old time custom of Munster in wearing something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.
After the ceremony, when the company assemble for bridal breakfast, the bride's mother breaks a crust of bread over her daughters head. "Hawling Homes" are always given by the bride's parents on the return from the honeymoon.
(b) Shrove Customs
Shrove Tuesday Night is always referred to as Pancake Night. Pancakes are partaken of in every home in the parish. "Skellig Lists" were composed in the parish until quite recently. The rhymes undoubtedly remained " i mbealeidh na ndaoine" for frequently in referring to local characters - of bygone days - the Skellig Lists are quoted.
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"Teampall na Muice".
The above is situated a mile & a half from Inniscarra. It contains a Protestant Church surrounded by a graveyard.
Long ago, when the graveyard was completed, a reward of £15 was offered to the relatives of the first person (Catholic) interred here (Catholics had decided to boycott the burial ground, owing to the Protestant Church being in the area)
Shortly after the announcement of the reward, a boy - son of Catholic parents - died. His father killed a pig, placed it in a coffin & buried it in the graveyard, & got the reward .
The corpse was buried in a Catholic burial ground.
The district derives its name "Teampall na Muice" from this incidend, according to local tradition.
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About the year 1895 a regiment of soldiers of "The tenth Hussars" were stationed in Ballincollig. One evening a party of them visited Inniscarra graveyard. Seeing a very well kept vault they guessed that somebody of importance was interred there.
They opened the vault & discovered the coffin of a lady. They wrenched the coffin open. They found a quantity of valuable jewellery upon the corpse. They cut off a finger to obtain a valuable ring. They did not trouble to re-inter the coffin or the remains. They placed the former against an adjoining wall & fled from the churchyard.
A few days later they were traced & punished . Some got terms of imprisonment, varying from five to seven years.The majority of the officers left the regiment, unable to stand local ridicule, for from that day onward's they were nicknamed the Bodysnatchers. The entire regiment was penalised. For years after they were compelled to do extra duty for an hour each evening.
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Clashanafrin - Mass was celebrated in the Clais during the Penal Days.
The Flag Field - Situated in Currabeg, so called because in bygone ages a giant threw an immense flag from Gairbheac Wood (miles from Currabeg) which alighted in this field.
Locán Buidhe - A road near Kilumney, where an extensive yellow flood forms - remaining for days - when heavy rain occurs.
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The majority of the districts mentioned in the foregone accounts, are included in the parish of Ovens, which is very extensive.
The district owes it's name - Na h-Uamhanna - to the caves, which are situated on the banks of the Bride (a tributary of the Lee) near Ovens bridge.
The Ovens caves cover a vast underground passage which extends from Ovens to Carrigrohane, a distance of five miles.
Visitors to Ovens display great interest in the Caves.They contain the remains of an altar, upon which mass was celebrated during the Penal days.
The caves are supposed to have a secret direct underground communication with Kilcrea abbey
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school friends heard the Banshee one day at play hour.
They were playing in a wood near the school when they heard a long drawn out keening cry. They were almost too scared to move from the spot, for the crying seemed to echo along the adjoining road. However hearing the school bell, they plucked up courage & ran back into school. Ten minutes later a funeral procession passed by bearing the remains of a man named McSwiney to Kilcrea graveyard.
The girls were then fully convinced that they had heard the Banshee's wail, for it is locally believed that the Banshee laments the death of an "O" or a "Mac".
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Mrs. J. Hegarty (45 yrs) living at Castleinch told the following experience to her daughter Mary (13 yrs)
"One night as I had just retired to bed, I heard very sad music beneath my bedroom window. I listened for some time, & at last feeling nervous & convinced that the music was supernatural, I left my room and roused my sister who slept in a room behind me.
She also heard the wailing, which by that time seemed to be moving away in the direction of a house where a friend of ours lay very ill. It died away quite abruptly. Next morning we received the news of our friend's death.
Nora McCarthy (13 yrs) residing at Clashinaffrin, was told by her sister Mary (19 yrs) that the latter & group of
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received two pence out of plate.
The bands were drawn back to the starting place for the next race by Sean [Donkey?]".
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The following account of above was given by Mr. Miah McCarthy, Clashinafrin. "Jimmy Wiseman lived with his mother on the western boundary of Clashenafrin. He was rather a mischievious young lad as famous for sporting ventures as he was for his immense growth of curly black hair. In the evenings, Pat Begley, & Pat Kelleher under the stewardship of old James Horgan raced 4½ foot wheel bands from the hilltop over four fences, a drop of 150 feet, and a quarter of a mile down the hillside to a field called "Bawn - Tulka". Each competitor had his wheel painted in 'his own colours'. The owner of the band that rolled the furthest was the winner. Sweep-stake, one penny per band. Second winner
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Ancient Furnace Scars.
The lands of Lackinareague are marred by two immense black patches. One lies near a well & the other is in the centre of a field near Lackinareague House.
These are supposed to be the relics of furnaces used by the Danes in connection with the brewing of heather wine.
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of Ogham characters were found on stone slabs near the rath. These, also were removed about 30 years ago for archaeological research.
A secret entrance to the rath, leading some distance underground was made great use of as a "hide out" during the various "troubled times" of Irish history.
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An immense stone in an old farmyard (situated on the farm of Mr. Miah McCarthy, Clashanafrin) bears faint traces of what are supposed to be Ogham signs inscribed by the monks of Kilcrea.
In an old fort in Castleinch, built & inhabited by the Danes, a stone plate bearing Ogham writing, was discovered by Rev. Father Coaklay (C.C. of Ovens about 20 years ago). The plate was removed by University A. S. sent to Dublin.
In the extreme western boundaries of Farran, on the farmlands of Mr. Cornelius O'Connor (Knockshanivee is a very fine specimen of an old Danish rath. A beautiful cool breeze blows across the rath, even on the warmest day in Summer. There is a remarkable difference in temperature between the atmosphere of the rath & the surrounding fields. Very clear samples
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Begley's Forge, Ballygroman (Ovens) is the oldest landmark in the district. By Begley's road the O'Mahony forces marched to the Battle of Clontarf. Behley's have lived here, pursuing the trade of blacksmith for over 100 years.
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leifear biadh a dheanamh fósta. D’iarr sé ar an fhear ag dul scós ar a glúna agus rinne se sin. D’iarr sé air éirigh aríst agus amharc an rabh arán ins an phóta. Fuair sé an t-arán agus d’fág ar an tábla é.
Rinn sé an cleas ceadna arais agus d’iarr sé air amharc an rabh gé faoin phlancaid. Fuair sé an gé agus d’fhág ar an tábla é. Annsonn d’iarr sé air amharc an rabh uisge beatha ins an stópa agus fuair sé an tuisge beatha agus d’fhág sé ar an tábla é.
Annsonn d’íth sé fhéin agus an gasúr agus d’ól siad go rabh siad ólta. Annsonn dubhairt an fear go dtiocfadh leis na Freemasons an deabhne a taisbeann[?] agus dubhairt sheisean go dtiocfadh leis sin a dhéanamh. D’iarr sé ar an fhear dhá bhata a fhághail. Fuair sé sin. Chuaidh siad sios go dtí’n baraille, bhuail an gasúr an baraille. Léim an fear amach agus amach ar an doras agus fuair sé ‘na bhaile sábhailte.
D’fhan an buachaill annsonn go maidín agus chuaidh sé ‘na bhaile annsonn agus bhí an fear a’toighe buidheach do.
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an fhuinneóig agus bhí sé ag coimheadh ar an bhean seo ag cocaireacht. Annsonn mothuigh sé coiscéim ag teacht go dtí’n doras. D’fosgail sise an doras agus leig sí isteach an fear. Bhí teine mhór aici. Bhí gé rósta agus toirtín mór arán milis déanta aice agus buideal mór uisce beatha ar an tábla.
Shuidh siad ag an táble agus thainic coscéim eile go dtí an doras, agus cé bhí ann ach a fear ‘saici fhéin ag pilleadh arais d’éirigh sí agus chuir sí an t-arán isteach ins an phota. Chuir sí an gé faoín phlancaid. Chuir sí an t-uisge beatha istoigh í (si) stopa.
Léim an fear isteach i mbairrle a bhí i gcion toighe. Annsonn d’fhosgail sí an doras agus thainic sé isteach. Bhí an gasúr ag coimhead rith an ama. Smaoitigh sé go leigfeadh an fear isteach é. Chuaidh sé go dtin doras. Thainic an fear amach agus chuir an gasúr ceist ar an leigfeadh sé isteach é agus dubhairt sé go leigfeadh.
Ní rabh an bhean sásta agus dubhairt sí leis an fhear. Cad chuighe nar fhan sé ar shiubhail – nach rabh biadh ar bith aici fa na choinne. Nuair a bhí siad tamall ‘na suidhe cuir an fear ceist ar an ghasúr goide an creideamh ar do é. Dubhairt sé gur Freemason a bhí ann. Bhí eagla air a rabh gur Cataoileach a bhí ann.
Dubhairt an fear go dtiocfadh leis na Freemasons biadh a dheanamh agus dubhairt an gasúr go dtiocfadh
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D’ith sí fhein a lán annsonn, bhí sí ag dul thart a dhúine go duine go dtí go dtainic sí fhád leis an ghasúr. Bhí samhnas ar an ghasúr acht mar sin fhein d’ith sé a lán.
Nuair a bhí siad réis; séirigh siad agus shuidh siad thart. Bhí an tsean-bean ag obair léithe fríd an teach. Nuair a chuaidh sí amach léim an gasúr amach ar an doras agus rith sé míle talamh. Bhí an oidhche ag tuitim agus bhí sé ag cur agus bhí an gasúr fluich:
Chonnaic sé solus beag i bhfad ar shiubhail ar taoibh cnuic. Chuaidh sé fhad leis an teach. Ní rabh an duine in a chómhnuidhe ins an teach act bean agus fear. Ceannaidhe a bhí ins an fhear agus d’imthigheadh sé go h-aontaighe i bhfad ar shiubhail agus bhí sé ar shiubhail an oidhche seo, afus ní rabh aon dhuine ag an bhean acht í fhéin.
Nuair a d’imthigheadh an fear ‘sa aice fhéin bhéad fear eile aice go bpilleadh sé aríst. Bhí sí ag fanacht leis an fhear an oidhche seo agus bhí féasta mór réidh aici. Chuaidh an gasúr go dtí an doras. Bhuail sé ag an doras agus chuir sé ceist uirthi an léigheadh sí isreach é, agus dubhairt sí nach leigheadh go rabh an fear ar shiubhail agus na rabh bidh ar bithbaice acht an meidh a seánfadh í fhéin go dtiocfadh sé arais.
Phill sé ó'n doras agus chuaidh sé thart go dtí
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D’imhtigh gasúr as an bhaile seo fá choinne fastódh a dheanamh sa “Lagan”. Cuaidh sé go dtí an áit agus rinne sé fastodh le feirmeóir. Thug an feirmeóir an carr agus an beathach leis agus chuaidh sé féin agus an gasúr isteach ins an charr agus d’imthigh leó go dtí an áit a raibh an fear seo ‘na chómhnuidhe.
Nuair a chuid an gasúr isteach bhí sean-bhean afus sean-duine ann, bhí an sean-duine ina shuidhe ins an chlúdaigh agus bhí an t-sean-bhean obair fríd an teach.
Nuair a chuaidh an gasúr isteach shuidh sé ag an doras. Bhí potá crochta ar an teinidh a raibh preataí brúigthe ann. Thóg an t-seanbhean an póta de’n teine. Chuaidh sí go dtí an doras agus shil sí an pota.
Thug sí isteach aríst é agus chroch ar an teinidh é. Annsonn thóg sí é agus d’fhág i lár an urláir é. Bhí cos mhaide ag an bhean seo agus chuir sí a cos isteach ins an phota agus thoisigh sí a bhrúghadh na bpreataí le na cois. Bhí an gasúr ag coimhead leis. Nuair a bhí na preataí brúighte aici, thug sí isteach meannár gabhair, Chuir trasna an póta é agus bhlígh sí isteach ‘sa phota é.
Annsonn d’iarr sí ortha suidhe thart fán phota agus shuidh: Ní rabh aca acht aon spanóg amháin.
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How the Boyne got its Name (sean-sgéal)
The Boyne River, which rises in Trinity Well near Carbury Co. Kildare some three miles distant from Edenderry flows within a few hundred yds of the town and here divided the (King's Co.) Offaly from Co. Kildare. About five miles from Edenderry at the junction of the Boyne and the Clongal rivers, the counties Kildare, Meath and Offaly meet. Along the course of the Boyne are many interesting ruins among which stands out prominently Carbury Castle. Here, lived King Carbury, his wife, and three sons Flesk, Nesk and Lune. About a mile from (Trim) the Castle is situated Trinity well beside which grew an apple tree. There was supposed to be some magic spell around the tree. Kind Carbury was very insistent that no one would walk around the tree three times even though Boan and his sons were daily craving him for permission.
However one day Boan went off
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Another hedge school was carried on in Lockinareague. It was the last hedge school carried on in Ovens, prior to the building of the present National School, which was founded about 111 years ago. The teacher's name was Michael Hegarty. Hedge schools were also carried on at Mylane & at Kilcrea Cross.
"Owen Máistir" was one of the teachers at Mylane. A Mr. Michael Hynn taught a small number in a cottage at Killumney. The descendants of the latter resided in Killumney up to eleven years ago, when the last descendant of a long line of hedge schoolmasters, who followed the occupation of National Teacher - Mr john Hynn (now deceased) went to reside in Cork.
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A hedge school was carried on in Clashanafrin in a stable in the farmyard of Mr Miah McCarthy. The stone trough upon which the scholars sat, holding their pencils & slates, is still on the premises. The trough was used for pounding furzes for horses. Unruly pupils were put sitting in the trough during recreation hour, [conning?] their neglected lessons, whilst the master gazed down upon them chanting repeatedly "Rehearse, Rehearse, Rehearse".
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for a doctor. He was back under an hour with him. But when they arrived, Sam was dead.
John Hawkes refused to take the cup. He told the judges to send it to Sam's wife.
Signal was killed in another race almost immediately following the fatal one for the Hunt Cup.
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& exclaimed "Blucher, it's your life, my life, or the Cup, & here goes in the name of the D----". The race started for Garryhesta. It began at Taylor's farm, & moved along along by the banks of the Bride.
All horses took the fence neck & neck until they reached a high fence near Garryhesta Fort. Signal took the fence, leading slightly. Blucher came next, but his hoof got caught in a hidden furze root. The horse somersaulted, & the point of the saddle came on the chest of the rider. On came, close on one hundred horses, amongst them was Sam Penrose's brother, who thought it was only a slight fall. "Never fear Sam" he said, he jumped over prostrate horse & man.
The race continued & Signal won. One of the Penrose's, on noticing that his brother Sam had not turned up, rode back to the scene of the accident. Seeing his brother in such a bad way, he jumped off his own horse & mounted Blucher & rode to Cork
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horse men could succeed in covering it, for the pace was fast from start to finish. John Hawkes, the leader of his clan, was a noted horseman. To show his skill he used to place a sixpenny piece between his boot & the stirrup before starting. He never failed to bring it back in that position at the end of the race.
His favourite horse "Signal" was as well known as his rider. On the occasion of the Last Hunt Cup Race the rivalry had reached a very high pitch. Before the start as John Hawkes was about to mount, he patted Signal's neck & said to him "I want you to do your best today, & here goes in the name of God". His chief rival, Sam Penrose, was standing by his own horse "Blucher" who was as famous in his own way as Signal. 'Blucher' was blind in one eye, but he was noted for his cunning.
On hearing what Hawkes had said Sam Penrose in turn patted his horse
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The annual race for the Hunt Cup was eagerly looked forward to by all the country side. Amongst the competitors were two noted Ovens hunting families, the Hawkes clan of Kilcrea, & the Penroses of Farren. Each family had seven sons, & all were keen hunting men.
Keen rivalry existed between the two families, & this was reflected in the crowd who came to witness the race.
The race was over a cross country course, about four miles. The course was a stiff one, & only the best
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During the famine years the inhabitants of Clashenure (Castleinch) suffered so severely, that their staple food was turnips, supplied gratis by a Protestant landowner Mr Kiran Allen, Clashenure House.
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Jeremiah Herlihy of Castleinch was a prominent figure of the Sinn Fein movement. He was shot near the Viaduct in an ambush. A monument is erected to his memory at Waterfall.
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deeply imbedded heavy hurdle was removed, a human skull was unearthed. The owner, now convinced of the real nature of the mound, ceased operations & the plot remains undisturbed.
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There is a very ancient mound in Castleinch known as An Teampall. It is believed to be the burial place of ancient heros (The Fianna who hunted in Scornac) The inhabitants of Scornac state that they have seen phantom hounds, & hunters assembled in the perfect formation of a regular meet, around the mound on certain nights (Michael Hegarty, (74 yrs of age) Castleinch, vouches a personal experience. He saw a hunt in progress, late on a November night, 20 years ago.
Up to a few years ago a fence surrounded the mound. The owner of the farm in which the mound exists (William Fahy) Castleinch, decided to remove the fence & cultivate the plot. When the first
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II
Then here's to our gallant Skillange, boys
The pride of the parish is he.
For the fleetest young runner in Ireland,
Is our on darling Tim from the Lee.
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His childhood & boyhood passed quietly,
And little we thought we would see.
The day the four corners of Ireland
Would ring with the name Herlihy.
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The hardest of all was at Mallow
Where he met that young 'Tip' man young Ryan
They all thought that Ryan was peerless
But they reckoned without Herlihy.
Timothy Herlihy was a prominent figure during the 'troubled times'. He led his comrades in many exciting skirmishes & ambushes in Castleinch, Scornac & Walshestown.
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Timothy Healy was born in 1893 in Castleinch, not very far from the holy wells. His admirers called him Skillange after a famous race horse. Tim Healy's prowess in running was unequalled in Munster. He won prizes at almost every sporting centre in the province. The following poem extolling his running feats was composed by Mr. Jeremiah Long of Greenfield, Ballincollig, Co. Cork.
By the side of the famed holy wells, boys
Where the pilgrim has oft bent the knee.
Our hero Skillange saw the light, boys
In sweet Castleinch by the Lee.
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During the Penal Days a very feeble old priest was pursued for miles by military forces from Ballincollig Barracks, through the glens of Scornac. At length he eluded his enemies & made his way over rough boulders to reach a point from which he could distinctly hear the refreshing sounds of running water. He came upon a tiny stream in which he washed his numerous wounds. They were instantly cured. The stream, almost at the identical same moment -changed into the form of a well - The water has a peculiar shade - It is known by the natives of Scornac as Tobairín Beannuighthe Dé.
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Carraig an Adhairc owes its title to the following. -During the time of the Fianna of Erinn the famous hunting warriors hunted in the Scornac district. An excellent view of the countryside is obtained from a plateau of rock in Scornac. Around its summit in ancient days the people assembled to watch the marvellous hunts of Finn's warriors.
Another rocky land mark of Scornac is known as "Carraig Dhá Leath". A great split running vertically down the face of the rock, almost divides it - hence the name "Dhá Leath".
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the banished chieftains wealth lies undisturbed in the heart of Scornac.
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The gold was originally concealed in "Mullae Ruadh" for an imprisoned native chieftain - (a Barrett of Castleinch, or a McCarthy according to the varying versions of the legend) - by his faithful retainers. But the bailiffs discovered the hiding place & secured the gold.
They were about to depart with the treasure when they were surprised by the natives of Scornac. They were chased through Castleinch. The main body halted near the "Inch" & fired on their pursuers, whilst the remainder of the party succeeded in reaching "Poll an Scornaig" & secreted the treasure in Bealick Rock.
When they returned some time later they failed to locate the "hiding hole" & so
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of the arches. The "Mass" arch escaped destruction. Though the group of wells is known as "the Blessed Wells" yet the waters of two are used for domestic purposes. The water of the well beneath the "Mass" arch is only used to obtain cures. Almost every storyteller in the district has an incident to relate about the peculiar properties of the water. It will not boil, & is supposed to assume certain shades, & volumes, each change indicating either a cure or the likelihood of some disaster occurring in the neighbourhood.
The most remarkable cure vouched for is the healing of the wounds of a priest - Father Walsh. The surrounding district takes its name from this miracle.
South west of the wells are two ancient forts, supposed to be of Danish origin. In pre-Cromwellian days the natives of Walshestown burned timber to make charcoal in the kilns of Scornac.
Folklore of this district is very positive about the existence of hidden treasure - chiefly gold - in the heart of Scornac. -The following is one of many legends told in connection with it.
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These wells are situated in Walshestown. One is covered by a complete arch. The relics of crumbling arches shelter the other wells. Remains of an altar, upon which Mass was celebrated in Penal Days, is still in a fair state of preservation. Upon a stone plate on one of the arches the letters I. H. S. are quite discernible still. The Cromwellian destroyer knocked down two
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a trap door sprang open & Hare vanished on the very threshold. His dying screams failed to summon his servants. They fled in terror, & the disguised party soon found ample evidence of the fate of many unfortunate victims lured to death by Hare.
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priest hunter & informer - Hare, to the district. He took possession of a fine old mansion in Grange, & lived there quite unsuspected for a long time.
Local suspicions were aroused when quite a number of priests & their guides failed to reach Scornac. A plan was formed, a trap was laid for Hare, for the route from Ballincollig led past Hare's residence. At a late hour one night, some youths disguised as priests passed along the right of way through Hare's wood. The opening of a wicket coincided with the flashing of a dim light in Hare's study.
The party noted this, but continued on their journey. A few moments later they were confronted by Hare, who gave them the usual kindly salutation, & invited them to rest at his home for a while & take some refreshments to aid them on their journey.
The party accepted & cautiously followed him by a side entrance (Hare's thoughtful suggestion to avoid his servants!). The door was open & Hare stood politely aside to permit his guests to enter before him. But the leader of the party, taking the initiative, pushed Hare forward into the dark entrance. Instantly
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During the Penal Days, fugitive priests sought shelter in the hollows of a rocky hilly district in Ovens known as Scornac. Catholic residents of Ovens kept in touch with them & led them to safety to hiding places in Scornac.
The route was kept very secret for quite a number of extensive holdings in Ovens were occupied by Protestant landlords & the village of Ballincollig, adjoining Ovens, was occupied by the Military. Several priests eluded their pursuers, despite the vigilance of the latter. At length the enemy decided to send a famous
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when the grant ceased, & also the work. The road is locally known as the "Board O' Works".
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2019-05-20 11:48
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In the famine times ('48) roads were made through different parts of the country. One of these is situated in the vicinity of Killumney. It starts at the railway station & winds in a southerly direction through Grange, ending abruptly at an ancient ditch in the lands of Mr. Maurice O'Leary. The road was intended to extend as far as Knockburden Cross (situated on the main road to Cork). The workers had proceeded as far as the present limit
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The above district is named from the fact that long ago an Augustinian Monastery was built on the site of the present Grange House. Large grannaries etc, attached to the monastery led to the local title "An Gráinseach" later altered to the English name "Grange"
The last Friar in Ovens lived in Grange as late as the last half of the 18th century.
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A tyrant chieftain planned to build an extensive castle with the largest stones obtainable in Mylane & surrounding district. His subjects, strong & weak, old & young alike, were compelled to take part in the gathering of the stones. The work began, & the unfortunate people had to travel miles to distant quarries, as it progressed & the home supply was exhausted.
Suddenly a dreadful illness struck the tyrant. He died during the absence of quite a number of his employees. The news reached them as they were struggling home, laden with their heavy burdens. They instantly dropped the stones on the bald slopes & boglands of Mylane, where they may be seen at the present day.
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down the southern slopes of Mylane is strictly avoided by the inhabitants at dark, for mysterious lights seen here, are accounted for by a murderous deed which took place on the banks of the stream centuries ago.
The fertile portions of Mylane was farmed in bygone days by the family of Hawkes. Remains of very fine pleasure grounds surround the family residence (now converted into a farmhouse, for a great portion of the original house was destroyed by fire about 60 years ago).
A local legend tells that the Hawkes family, at one time, enclosed an exceptionally fine spring well, for their private use. A stone hood was placed over the well. It was fitted with an iron locked grill. When the work was completed the well dried up. The canopy & grill were removed & the water gushed forth again supplying ever since the finest spring water in Mylane.
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Mylane is a rather hilly district situated in the southern end of Ovens parish. The district owes its name "Maolán" (Bald Height) to its infertile boggy soil.
Relics of Danish forts are scattered throughout Mylane. Traces of the foundations of peculiarly constructed rooms are visible.
One of the forts is surrounded by a moat, protected by a very ancient crumbling wall. Near another fort is an ancient mound, about 1½ ft high, composed of very black soil. Locally it is believed to be the relic of a "fire pit" used by the Danes when brewing 'heather wine'. Mounds in the neighbourhood of other forts are supposed to (be) mark the burial places of Danish inhabitants of the forts.
A little stream which runs
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The townland of Ballygroman is situated on the southern bounds of Ovens, about nine miles from Cork.
In ancient times a robber named Groman lived here. He plagued the farmers, stealing their horses, cattle, etc. One night he sent his daughters to steal some sheep from a neighbours pasture.
When the girls returned they found their home razed to the ground whilst no trace could be found of their father.
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is still visible. The Church was thatched. It was replaced in later years by a Protestant Church. Both have now disappeared, the only visible relic remaining being a foundation stone of one of the early century crosses. St. Finbarr went into retreat at Desertmore & met St. Creagh. A hill overlooking Desertmore is named "Knockanemaelgulla" (The hill of the tonsured man). Desertmore means great retreat & Clashanafrin - the hollow of the mass. A brass plate on the Ovens station box which is very ancient reads "Ovens & Desertmore". During the Penal Days Mass was celebrated in Clashanafrin, but there is no indication of the exact place. People say the Mass was celebrated on a table upon which was placed a sacred stone carried with the vestments etc.
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Desertmore & Clashanafrin.
About two miles from Ovens Bridge on the southern side of the parish of Ovens, are situated the above townlands. There lived at the time of St. Finbarr a saint known as St. Creagh. The impression of his dwelling place & church
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Ballygroman is still visible. Close by is a Blessed Well. It is believed that the monks of Kilcrea found shelter in a ruin near the well on their retreat from Kilcrea Abbey. A stone trough, fairly well preserved stands near by. In ancient days, sufferers from ague bathed in it. The well is centuries old.
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In the parish of Ovens on the western boundary of Clashanafrin is the townland of Kilbane. Here, before the Penal Days, a thatched Catholic Church existed. St. Finbarr officiated there. The church was situated about one hundred yards from the main road. The church road is very ancient. It leads to Rathcullen, the alleged birthplace of St. Finbarr. Traces of the churchyard still remain. By the church road the O'Mahony forces are said to have marched on their way to the battle of Clonfarf. The bridal path from the crossroads through Clashanafrin to upper
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2019-05-19 23:38
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Irish press 12-X-1935
Baint na Cruithneachtan Le Corrán ::
50 Blian ó Shoin.
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Bread.
Bread was made from wheat and oats grown in the district.
Flour mills.
There was a mill on a stream up Mill Mount Lane about a mile from Edenderry.
There was another one on the Boyne near Glonkeen and it was owned by a Mr. James Fitzsimons. And there was another at the Garrick Road Corner.
Querns.
Querns or grindstones were used in this district long ago.
Bastables.
Bastables were sort of pots scooped out of stone and used for boiling or baking.
Boxty.
Boxty was a bread made from grated potatoes and strained through a cloth, and fried on a griddle with some flour. In this district it was called rasp bread.
Special Bread.
This was made of oaten or wheaten meal with currants and honey and butter mixed with milk.
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Old Industries
In the olden days when there were no lamps the people had spales for light. This is how spales were made. First of all a fir block was got and cut into small pieces. These small pieces were called spales. When there were a good deal of spales cut they were tied in a bundle by a sugan and hung above the fire and when people came in at night everyone
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Story
Maol Muire was a very wicked man. He lived in Doe Castle. He had a magic stick and every morning he gave the stick a half pound of butter and at one o'clock he gave it the other half. Everyone he hit with the stick died. One day a man came all the way from Cork to see Maol Muire and when he saw him Maol Muire told him he was going to kill him. He killed him and he was buried at Doe Castle. Maol Muire was killed over in Glenties and the crows picked the eyes out of him. His bones were laid at Doe Castle and his grave is to be seen yet.
Mary Trearty.
This was told to me by Denis Trearty, Kilmacloo, aged 75 years old.
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Whenever they saw a soldier they would run very fast and tell the priest. The church is three and a half miles from my house. When people were late for mass or could not go they would turn towards a crucifix and say the rosary.
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There is a stone in a glen near our house and it is called the "holy water stone". The stone is hidden in briars. There is one path into it. People visit it and leave something there. Mass was said there during the Penal Days. There is a hole in the middle and it served as a tabernacle. There is a hole in its side and a cross was put into it. There is a story about it.
Long ago when mass was being offered there were six people watching the British soldiers. There are six big stones and each person had one stone.
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when she was going to school. It is thirty five years old.
We have a fire machine at home and it is about eight years old.
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2019-05-18 23:42
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There is a press bed in my house and it is eighty years old. It is a very big piece of furniture. It is about ten feet high and about six feet [thigh] wide. My mother's grand-uncle made it. The nails are about six inches long and are very firm.
We have a box at home and it is sixty years old. It was my great-grandmother owned it one time. It was made by my mother's uncle. Dan Mahony made it. It was John Lynch made the bed.
My mother has a handkerchief box at home and it was given to her
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2019-05-18 23:34
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is made of thin rods.
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We had grid-irons at home up to the last eight years. They were eighty years old. They were made by "Firelock's" grandfather. The smith used make them and have them for sale.
We have a jug at home and it is twenty years old. My father won it at a show. It is earthen ware.
We have a basket at home and it is fifty five years old. It was my grandmother got it. She got it from a tramp that used be selling. Long ago butter and eggs were taken to the market in it. There is nothing kept in it now. It
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horses which they made out of the weeds of the field. The man got a bag of gold from the fairy queen for his playing. When he looked again there was a bag of withered leafs.
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woman came to the widow's house. She asked the widow what was troubling her. The widow told the whole story. The woman said she had a relic of St. Finbarr and that if the widow held the relic between herself and the fairies they could not touch her. The fairies were going to Templemartin. The two women went to the fort. When the fairies were coming out the widow saw her son and she ran to him and embraced him. She held the relic between her and the fairies and they could not go near her or her son. The fairies rode away on black
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was the music his father was playing when the fairies took him. He did not play that music for a while. He was at another wedding playing music. There were three other players and they were trying who was the best. The widows son played the "Fairy Reel".
He wasn't long playing when a leg fell down and another led fell down and joined on to the first leg. A body and a head came down and they were joined together. They were coming down until there were a lot of fairies. They took away the young man down into the fort. The mother was very lonesome after her son. One day a wise
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2019-05-18 16:50
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Aifreann. There is a glen in this place. It got the name of Clais an Aifreann.
There is a fort in Tim Coakley's land. There is an opening down through the ground in this fort. The fairies lived in this hole. There was a widow and her son living near this fort. Her husband did not die but he was carried away by the fairies. The son was a fiddler. He used be playing music at the weddings. One night when he came home he started playing beautiful music. His mother told him not to be playing that music because that music was the "Fairy Reel". She said that
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The man was dead in the car.
The Castle was built by Cormac Mc Carthy Laidir in the year fourteen hundred and fifty six. It is derelict since the time of Cromwell. It is in the townland of Kilcrea, the parish of Ovens, East Muskerry, and in Co. Cork.
The Abbey is near the Castle. It was built by Mc Carthy Laidir also. The Abbey belonged to the nuns first. Cromwell raided it when the monks were in it. When the monks were crossing the river one of them got drowned. The rest of them got safe to a place called Clais an
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2019-05-18 16:33
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There are a few ruins in in this district. There is a ruined Church a Castle and an Abbey. The ruined Church is in Kilbonane graveyard. This Church belonged to the Catholics always. The Protestants came and had service in it three times. The Catholics did not like that. They came round the Church and hunted the Protestants out.
There was a man who was doing something in the Church. His wife and servant were waiting for him. They heard a terrible noise. They were saying prayers when the horse and car came into the yard.
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Toll was (made) paid on cattle sold. A man used go around and gather up the toll. A person need not give the toll till he get paid for his cattle.
They clip a bit of hair off the cattle in the shape of some letter. They mark the sheep in a different way. They rubbed stuff on to the sheep. This was called "raddle".
Luck-money was given according to the price they got for the animal.
The halters are given away if it was a bull or a cross.
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The local fairs are held in Bandon, Coachford, Macroom, and Ballincollig. There is a special fair field in Bandon. All the rest are held in streets.
Long ago fairs were held at Barnagore, Crookstown, and Ballinhassig. When Barnagore fair was held all the men, women, and children used go there. This was a great place for a drink. This fair was held on the 24th June. It is not held at all now.
Ballinhassig fair was held on the 29th June. The men and women used go there also. This place was the worst drinking place in the world. They used eat the pigs "crúibins" first to make them thirsty for the drink.
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2019-05-18 00:20
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People go to this stone and leave something always there. When people take anything out of it it is considered a great crime.
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2019-05-18 00:18
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Long ago the priests had a very hard time in Ireland. They said Mass in the glens and caves of Ireland.
There is a stone in the glen near our house, and it is called the "Holy water stone". There are six big stones about a mile away from this stone. These were places for spies in Penal Days. The spies were watching the English soldiers.
The Mass was celebrated in the "Holy water stone". There is a hole in the middle and it served as a Tabernacle. There is a hole in the side and a cross was put into it. The local people always went to mass there. The water in this stone is a great cure for warts.
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2019-05-17 10:59
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dinner in the evening and when they used to go home they could eat nothing more until next morning. Their mother thought they were going to die so she went to the doctor and he said there was nothing wrong with them. After a long time she found out what they were doing and she took them to school herself. It was not long until the children got very bad and no doctor could cure them. She tried everything and it was no good but the old woman came to her and told her she could cure them for a little gold. She gave her a little gold. She told her to stand inside the door at 12 o'clock and take a child in each of her arms and to put two of the best cows she had in the house with them and when she would stand outside the door the cows would sneeze. She was then to say "God bless you cows". She wanted to save the children and did as she was told. When the hour came and the old woman was outside the door the cows and the children began to sneeze together but the woman said God bless you children whatever the cows will do. The two cows laid down and died and the two children got better every day from that out.
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2019-05-17 10:58
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Once upon a time there lived a woman in the neighbourhood of Tralee who made her living by selling stockings. One day as she was going to town she stood up on a fence and she saw a little man dressed in red and wearing a caroline hat. He was called the "luirachán". He asked her her trade and she said selling stockings in the town. He asked her what reward she would give if he brought her the same number of stockings every morning. She asked him what did he want. He said all he would ask was that at the end of a year she would marry him. She consented as she thought it was only fun. The next morning when she came to the same place he had a big bundle of stockings. He brought the stockings every morning after that. When the time for the bargain was drawing to a close the woman began to get nervous and she told the priest about it. The priest was vexed with her for making such a bargain. He said that the little man would surely come to claim her. When the time came the little man came in a big noisy car. The priest and all the people were there. The priest asked her if she ever heard him saying anything. She said she heard him say - "Little Miss Damsell knows my name Trip it and go". They all did their best to
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not baptized.
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he would go back and show where the priest was. When they were going back the man who saw the priest ran away. They never missed him until they came to where they thought the priest was. When they looked for the man to tell them where the priest was he was nowhere to be seen.
The soldiers tried all over the fence but they never found the priest. The name of the man who saw the priest was Mr. Good.
When a month had passed the priest met Mr. Good again. He asked him did he see him when he was hidden in the fence and Mr. Good said he did. The priest told him that the reason why himself saw him and that the soldiers did not see him was because the soldiers were not baptized and that he was baptized. He also told him that a person baptized can see more than a person
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Long ago in Ireland the priests had a very hard time. The priests were hunted by English soldiers and by Protestants during the Penal Times. This is a story which in the Penal Times.
A priest was hunted by English soldiers and Protestants. When the priest got tired he hid himself in the side of a fence. When the English soldiers and the Protestants got up to where the priest was lying they never saw him but one of the Protestants saw him. But he never spoke. When they came to the end of that field the person who saw the priest spoke. He told them that they were blind because that himself saw the priest in the side of the fence.
When the soldiers heard this they wanted to cut off his head. But he told them if they would let him alone
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Murphy's goats". That expression arose and was said to people who were seen out late.
Another well-known proverb is "When there is fog on Muisire and when Clara is bare it is the best sign of good weather in the world". Muisire is near Coachford co. Cork.
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Long ago there lived a local man named Paddy Murphy. He lived in "Cnoc a Gruaigidh" in Aherlamore.
He had two goats. He kept them inside every day and he left them out at night.
The goats never went the same road. They went into turnip fields and corn fields.
One night a farmer caught the goats in his cornfield he turned them out of his cornfield.
The goats went into the abbey of Kilcrea and they jumped up on the back of a man who was searching for gold. (See "Hidden Treasure"). The man got a bad fright for he thought it was the devil.
After a time the expression around "You're as mad for a stroll as Paddy
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"I always knew you you were the colour of the "masmus" is said.
If a person was talking about an honest person- "I always knew he was as straight as the barrell of a gun" is said.
When a "tight" person is being talked about- "He is not very flaitheamhail himself then" is said.
When a person has made a mistake- "You made a botún" is said.
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Although the district is an English speaking district Irish sayings are recited. When good news is being told "thanam an diabhal cé bheárr í capaillín Harry Reid".
When a neighbour stays in a house late every night-. "The devil or doctor Foster wouldn't get him out" is said.
After a person has gone out telling about a fright some person got "I'm sure he got a bad scannradh" is said.
When a person has spilled water in the kitchen -. "I always knew you were an Aindeiseóir" is said.
When excitement takes place- "A Mhuire" is said.
If a person was telling you that if you were in front of lightning or danger- "Well! if you were, your name was Denis" is said.
If a person was bad looking-
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It is also said that the highest point of the castle was four times as high as it is at present. There is a very dangerous room in the castle. It has no floor. The castle has winding stairs.
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Cromwell also attacked the abbey. When Cromwell was tearing down part of the abbey he was attacked by O'Neill.
It is said that the phuca had a gun and that he would shoot those who did not appreciate the value of the castle.
Once, when the castle was being repaired the architect fell from the ladder and was killed. Since then a carving of the man's head is on the side of castle which faces the railway. There are windows shaped like crosses in the northern and southern side of the castle. There are narrow windows for firing lead.
There are very fine ornamented stones in the windows of the "green field". Some of the moat is to be seen at the southern side of the castle. It can't be seen at the northern side because the railway runs where the moat was.
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monastery in the neighbourhood.
Rounds were paid to the Abbey. Decades of the Rosary were said near a priests grave. One decade for the priest another for his servant and another for his sister. A cross was made in the wall after the rounds. The Abbey was abandoned several times.
People who suffered from sore - eyes used say a decade of the rosary and be cured. This was done over a priests grave.
The abbey has no carvings on the doorways but it is ornamented. There are very big arches inside the gate. They are nicely ornamented. There are ogham stones near the high altar. There is a very nice holy water font in the high altar. The Abbey was also built by Mc Carthy.
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There is a ruined castle in Kilcrea. It was built by Cormac (Láidir) Mc Cárthaig Lord of Muskerry. It is built half ways between Cork and Macroom (by rail). The castle is in the townland of Kilcrea, parish of Ovens (formerly known as Desertmore parish), Barony of East Muskerry, County Cork.
When Cromwell was in Farran he fired a cannon and it knocked stones from the side of the castle.
The castle was going to be knocked and a Phuca guarded the castle in the form of a crow.
The castle has a dungeon.
The top of the castle is called the "green field". It is customary to visit the castle on May Sunday.
There is a ruined
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2019-05-17 00:07
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a small field and flowers were grown there long ago.
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The "bullock" field is next to the "lodge" field. The reason it was called the "bullock" field is because the "bullocks" were killed there to build the houses and castles.
The "priests" field was so called because a priest said mass in a hole in a rock during the Penal Times. The rock stood in that field.
The "pony" field was so called because famous landlords had races in that field.
The "gollán" was called because there was a big stone stood there and it was called the "gollán".
People say that the "Kileen" was so called because a saint b used stay in that field. Kileen was his name.
The "garden" field was so called because it was
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There are several fields in the district named. There is the "Lodge" field, "Bullock" field, "Priest" field, "Pony" field, "Gollán", "Killeen", "Garden" field. There are stories about some of those fields.
The story of the "lodge" field is about an ambush. The Black an Tans met at a house at the end of this field. The walls were suitable for an ambush. It was at the turn, they were to have it. When they were ready to have the ambush some enemies came on them and fought against them. People say if the ambush was there the whole townland would be burned
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the two of them into a house and he put the house on fire. When he thought they be burned he opened the door and the two of them came out just as they went in. The father said it was God's will and it was no use trying any more.
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accident. His wife and servant was waiting for him and something told the wife that something had happened. They began to say the Rosary. In the middle of it a car stopped outside her gate. She went out and found her husband with his legs tied to the reins and his head dragging on the ground.
Kilcrea (Abbey) Castle was built by (?) Cormac Mac Carthy Laidir in the year fourteen fifty six. There is a big stone stairs in the castle. Once a cow went up there and had a calf above.
There was a man and he had many daughters. One of them got married to an ugly man. They were married in Kilbonane Church. The father of the girl did not want this so he put
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There are a few old ruins in the school district such as Kilcrea Castle, Kilcrea Abbey, and Kilbonane Church. This is a story that is told about Kilbonane Church.
Long ago it was the Catholics that owned this church. The Protestants went into this church three times and had service in it. When they were preaching a crowd of Catholics hid themselves in a field and started shouting. As soon as the Protestants heard the shouting they ran. The man that was holding the book for the Protestants got a bad death. One night when he was going home in his horse and car he met with some
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There is a banshee at Miss Feehans corner Tyrrellspass. It cried after my grannie Mrs. Daly.
There is another one in the path from Ring to Raheen Quill. It cried after Thomas Kenny. The cry after Kennys, Gavigeans, Roches and Dalys.
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him. The Catholic saw him and showed him to the Protestants. They could not see him. They said the Catholic was telling them lies to save the priests life. They could not see him and they went away. The Catholic went away from the Protestants and came back to the priest. He asked him to say Mass in his own house but the priest would not because he might be captured but he said he would say it for him in a cold cave. The priest said it for him in a hole in a rock and the field in which this rock stood is called "the priests field".
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2019-05-16 21:21
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Before the Penal days the priests had power to say Mass in the churches every day.
When the Penal Laws came in force the people could not sat Mass in this district. In this district there were laws against everything. Laws were for possesion of the farmers and for religion.
There is a story about the Penal Days. During the Penal Days a Protestant was baptized and made a Catholic. The Protestants were angry when they heard this and sought to kill the priest who baptized him. The priest was pursued by them. The Catholic was with them. They saw the priest and they got ready to kill him. The priest went into a drain and they came up to
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2019-05-16 21:07
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homes at sunset. This applied to Catholics only.
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2019-05-16 21:06
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water stone". Scouts watched near these stones while mass was being celebrated.
The scholars kept the Irish language alive. They also helped the Catholic religion.
Once when a scholar was passing a ministers house he wrote a verse on a freshly plastered cement step. The minister said he would give seven hundred pounds if he could find out who wrote the verse.
The reason why there are so many turns in the roads is so because the roadmakers should make the roads in such a way as not to waste the Protestant's land.
If you were seen with your hands in your pockets you would be shot instantly.
Everybody should close their
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2019-05-16 20:55
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field to hide. When the hunt was continued the minister cried "Mercy! mercy. When the man that was digging the potatoes heard this he said:- "I'll give you mercy". The man hit the minister with a spade and he killed the minister.
Once When a priest was being hunted he went into a dike. A cavalcade of horses passed searching for the priest. Only one man who was riding a horse knew the priest. This man who recognised the priest was a Catholic.
Mass was celebrated in "The holy water stone". There is a big hole in the middle of the rock. This hole was used as the tabernacle.
The is a local field called "The priest's field".
Priests hid themselves in six big stones near the "Holy
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2019-05-16 20:45
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allowed into the field. They used buy the farm produce from the minister.
It happened that the thithes were put into this field near Crookstown. When the sale had started all the Catholics rushed over the wall with pikes and spades. The Parish Priest and the curate were with the Catholics. When the Catholics were winning the minister was so bad minded that he lit the produce. The curate got angry.
He wanted to continue the fight but the Parish Priest stopped him. The curate galloped the horse over the fire and he threw the whip into the fire and the fire quenched instantly. The people took the goods. No more thithes were collected after this incident.
Once when a minister was being hunted he went in to a potatoe
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2019-05-16 20:32
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During the penal times the local people suffered very much. Protestant ministers had to get one-third of all farmer's cattle, sheep, horses, bonhams, pigs, hay, corn, potatoes, turnips, mangolds. Everything the farmers had the minister should get one third of it. These things that the minister got were called thithes.
A man who was called "Proctor" used to gather the thithes for the minister.
The local people used say:-
Blue grows the Proctor O!
He lives by extorsion O!
When he's in want he
causes cant,
The heaving thieving
Proctor.
The thithes that were collected were taken to a big field in Gurraneamudagh near Crookstown. The protestants were
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2019-05-16 20:18
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I bhfadó shoin bhí Éireannach ag obair ins an taobh ó chúl Aimeorca agus d’éirigh sé tinn. Thainig an doctúir chuige agus dubhairt sé leis go rabh an bás aige. Chuir an doctuir ceist air rabh moran airgid aige, dubhairt an t-Éireannach leis go rabh an oiread seo aige.
“Bhal” ars an doctúir”, fhág an leath agam”, ars seisean, “ar mhaith leat an sagart teacht chugat sul a bhfuighthea bás”. Dubhairt an t-Éireannach leis gur mhaith. Thainig an sagairt agus tug sé faoiside agus comaoineacha dó, “anois” arsa an sagairt, “bhfuil moran airgid leat”. “Ta”, arsa an t-Éireannach, “an oiread seo céadtaí”. “Bal” arsa an sagart, “fág an leat agamsa”. “Maith go leor”, arsa an t-Éireannach. “Anois bhfuil duine ar bith de do mhuintir beó in Éirinn, “ta” arsa an t-Éireannach, mo sheanmhathair. “Agus” arsa an sagart leis, “ar maith leat mé a scríobhadh chuice agus innisint duithe caide an dóigh a bhfuair tú bás”, “Ba maith” arsa seisean. Thoisigh an sagart ar an litir. “Caidé cuirfidh mé inntí”, arsa an sagsrt. “Ta” arsa an t-Éireannach, “go bfuair mé bás mar bhéadh ar Slanuightheóir istoigh idir bheirt ghaduidhe”.
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2019-05-16 09:59
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D’fiafruigh sé do Dhomhnall Beag cá bhfuair sé na bullógaí. “O” arsa Domhnall Beag “shíos ag tóin na locha, níl ann ach bullógaí uilig”. “Do bharamhail”, arsa Domhnall, “An bhfuighinnse rudaí ann” “Tusa agus do triúr mach bhéarfadh sibh aniós a ceithre oiread liomsá”.
D’imthigh Domhnall Mór agus a thriúr mach agus Domhnall Beag leo le tais beaint daóibh cá rachadh siad síos go toín na locha. Nuair a shroich siad an loch léim Domhnall Mór amach ar tús agus arsa sé “blub” “blub”. “Caidé sin a dubhairt sé”, arsan céad mach le Domhnall Beag. “O”, arsa Domhnall Beag tha oiread annsud is mach bhfuil seisean abhálta maith a deánamh dóibh”. Amach leis an chéad mach “blub blub” ar seisean. “Caidé sin” arsan dara mach. D’innis Domhnall Beag do agus rinne sé mar rinne a athair. Amach leis na mic eile fosta agus báithead go h-iomlán iad.
Bhí cuid talamh Dhomhnaill Mhór agus an áit uilig ag Domhnall Beag annsin.
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2019-05-16 09:48