“There is not much blackthorn growing around this district, because the old belief about it was, that who ever would set it,”
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There is not much blackthorn growing around this district, because the ols belief about it was, that who ever would set it according as it would be growing the person would be dying and that is why no one sets a blackthorn hedge.
Shouted back at him "Have you the rogue caught" She made a spring as if to knock the man down. The man gave a side jump, and avoided her. His courage began to waver, as it dawned upon him that this enemy of his was the "Morning Spirit". Still he kept his presence of mind, and kept baffling her with his blackthorn, at the same time backing towards the mearing wall. He knew that if he got over the mearing wall she could follow him no farther. When he came to within a yard or two of the wall, he made a spring for it, at the same time giving a back stroke of the hawthorn to the woman, which knocked her to the ground; as she was falling she said, "You are a brave man, but you may thank your blackthorn, an the mearing, or you would be a dead man."From neighbour, Mrs. Thornton, 90yrs
There was a band of Mollies' Men in this district. Nearly every townland was represented.
A man named Seamuisin Coll was leader. There was then another band in the Doochary district. Ballinacarrick Bridge was the Boundary between these two pits of Mollies' Men. A man named Paddy Bonner was the leader of the Doochary Mollies' Men. The two bands were always quarrelling. Paddy Bonner didn't like Seamuisin Coll.
One day Paddy challenged Seamuisin to meet him with his men in Doochany. Matthew Morrow's grandfather lived in the County Cess. He used to carry a wee blackthorn stick with a whank tied at one end to twist around his wrist. When the old man died his song hung up the wee blackthorn in the kitchen corner. As day was clearing one morning Seamuisin Coll arrives in to Matthew's father (the old man's son) for a drink. They had a Public House. While he was drinking he asked for the wee blackthorn. Matthew's father enquired where he was going etc. and then he tried to persuade him to turn but all was in vain. He got the sick and went on. Both parties met on Doochany street. Paddy wanted to come to friendly terms with Seamuisin & his men. He wanted them all to have a drink. Seamuisin wanted fight. The fight began.
“There was a great poacher who lived in Bun a' Chumar.”
- Dómhnall Ua Donnchadha
sergeant in front of him with a blackthorn stick in his hand, the constable behind him and the pool to his left. In the fraction of a second he dropped the "toarch" and gaff and jumped into the pool which was eight feet deep and about seven or eight feet below the bank. As he jumped the sergeant drew his blackthorn at him hitting him across one shoulder and barely missing his head. The stroke partly stunned him but he stood in the water and did not sink. He was a powerful swimmer but could not stretch to swim.
The sergeant from the light of the "toarch" was not a good swimmer and he must have thought that Maurice was standing on the bed of the river so without even throwing off his cape he jumped in but barely fell short of Maurice. The wave he caused stretched Maurice on the water and he swam down the pool. The Sergeant was immediately in difficulties in the deep water. Teh constable held up the blazing "toarch" and with difficulty got down to the water-edge and with the poachers gaff brought the sergeant to land.
“In the ould rath that is on this farm, there is a large mound, on which grows blackthorns.”
In the ould rath that is on this farm, there is a large mound, on which grows blackthorns.
At the entrance gate of this rath, there are two large blackthorn trees.
It is said that under one of these trees, a crock of gold lies.
Long ago, some men came to dig for this gold.
They began to dig under one of the blackthorn trees, and they dug three nights in succession.
On the third night a woman had a dream, an' she said that the gold was under the other blackthorn tree.
The men set out on the fourth night to dig under that tree.
Whilst they were diggin' a man from the neighbourhood got a bindin' off a wheel of a car, an' brought it to a field nearby.
This field is called the 'White Field' at the present day. This man sent the binding rollin down this fiel.
One day a man went to fight her. He had a hazel stick a holly stick and a blackthorn stick on her and still she did not go but she had to fly from the holly stick because it was blessed.
- Máire Ní Liodáin
- (name not given)
In nine cases out of ten the marriage did not take place until the land of the bridegroom was walked and examined by the bride's father and relatives. These people generally came walking with blackthorn sticks in their hands and on arrival were met by the bridegroom and his friends who took them through his farm, showed them his stock and premises and then look them into his kitchen. He was considered wealthy if his kitchen contained large sacks of oaten meal ground from his own oats, a barrel of corned beef or
In my district marriages take place frequently during Shrove. Shrove begins the week immediately after Christmas and ends on Shrove Tuesday - the Tuesday previous to Ash Wednesday. Long ago the priest would sleep in the house after the marriage. Hardly any marriage would pass by without a faction fight with blackthorn sticks. It is entirely different now. People having been married one month have the hauling home! The bride and the bridegroom go to the bride's house.
Near the place where I now reside there is a rock hollowed out as if by hand in which the fairies accompanied by the owner of the land cooked their porridge the milk being supplied by the latter. Her cows it is said always gave plenty of milk. Some of the people were not kind to them. It is said that their cows did not give any milk and until this day few people will cut the blackthorn bush about which they played. Many people liked the fairies because
Long ago fairies were very common in Ireland. In this district the fairies were seen round Holly trees, Blackthorn bushes, bends and rocks. In olden times the people of this district believed in fairies and called them their "good neighbours" or the "good folk".
About 100 years ago, on fair days certain families used to come together and fight certain other families , and these were called "Faction Fights"The principal weapons were blackthorn sticks, and they fought to a finish as the following anecdote shows: During a lull in the fight a man came across another lying stretched , and he could not know whether he was dead or alive , so he said' Bhfuil tú be?o ' and the other man said ' Ar éigin' , upon which he gave him a blow to finish him!
Liosuachtar was owned by Mr. Mc Carthy before Mr. Conway got it. When Mr. Mc Carthy owned it he would not leave anybody touch a stick there. There was a boy from Tralee working at Liosuachtar one day he asked Mr. Mc Carthy if he could cut a blackthorn cane which grew there. He was refused and warned not to touch it. When the boy was going home he stole the cane. He was buried that day week
A Mass Rock
In the vicinity of Kilteevan House, in a place called the 'crows wood', on a slightly raised mound of earth, is a large, flat stone, called the "Mass Rock. All around this hillock, blackthorn bushes grew in dense profusion; now these are all swept away and only the hillock and stone remain.
In the penal times mass was said here frequently as the place was very secluded, being in the centre of a thick wood and the rock itself being hemmed in by a strong growth of blackthorn bushes.
The Mapother family, who owned the Kilteevan House and Property, came over with Cromwell, and were Protestants It is said that in the later, penal times the wife of the then Mapother was a Catholic and that she used to get up at night and go to assist at mass which was being celebrated at the Rock Her husband became suspicious and resolved to follow her and find out where she went. On the next occassion that she left the house, he followed
Not far from my home on Knockeil, is situated a rath, in the centre of which there is a large Sgeach or blackthorn bush. During the different generations several people made an attempt to cut it but some accident always happened to them, with the result it stands there to this day. A man named Peter Cleere was one night going to "fodder" cattle and he was lured to this rath by sweet