It is a very lucky thing to lie down in a bunch of ferns for Our Lord slept in them. On the root of every fern J.C can be seen.When the Blessed Virgin and St. Joseph and Our Lord were preparing to fly into egypt, they went first of all and got a cow to carry them, but she wouldn't go so. Then Our Lord said that he would put some pennance on the cow. So he said to the cow, "you will always have

The greatest insult you can give anyone from Kyle is to call him a "Herring Man" and this is how it happened. A herring man came one evening from about Ferns & someone in Kyle directed him up to Old West the quaker (mentioned already) Larry Whitty my grandmother brother used to ramble to have a talk with the quaker & he was passing by the window this evening & he

how much money did her father give her and she leaving the palace. She made him no answer good or bad, only walked along the road with her head in her hands. After a while he asked her again how much money had she and again she made no answer. Then he told her that he wanted some money to buy a few drinks and told her that if she wouldn't give him some he would take all she had. So she handed him out some and he went into the pubbie-house. After some time however he came out again and they went to look for some place to ly down for the night. They got into an old kiln and the beggar made a bed of ferns and both of them lay down. The beggar then went on to tell her how he knocked out the times "lone days" says he "I go around collectin' ould rags and bottles and other days"

about one of the characters + so on. Back again + again though ever so leisurely over the different little sidelines I brought him in attempt to get even a skeleton impression of the Rebellion as his great old grandmother saw it.
Her father, - his great grandfather was a whithy who came from the neighbourhood of Ferns Co. Wexford & married a Keefe of Faransight (a townland now embraced in Ardnaboy Knockananna & no longer known by that name). They got a farm at Kyle a mile away, from Lieut. Lawrence - a hillside farm. His grandmother was 16 the day of the

She tole me that one day her brother was coming from Ballybeg where he had [?] ground (a rood of potatoes in this case) & he was coming down Coogan's Lane in Kyle when he walked into a soldiers baggage car. He got down into the field under the road & crawling along on his hands & knees but the soldiers heard him in the dead leaves & they fired. He could hear the bullets whistling over his head & cutting through the ferns that were growing in the fields around him. He got up & ran for all he was worth along a narrow

Mummer's Band (ctd from p.16)
Another member of the band walked on stilts with a long white garment made of four sheets. He sometimes wore a "móg" on his head. A "móg" is a scooped out turnip with holes for eyes and nose and mouth with enormous teeth. A candle can be fixed inside the móg and the result is realistic and terrifying. The Christian name Mogue is fairly common in Carlow and very much so in Wexford where it is translated MOSES.
Mogue = Mo Áodh-óg (pat. saint of Ferns). There was another St. "Móg" associated with Clonmore, Co Carlow. St. "Móg's" well is there.

Crowe of Cappawhite. .....That's right of course. Father Crowe as you say had no jurisdiction in Doon parish but he was a great national priest and there is no knowing what power (=supernatural power) he had. He told the people not to be a bit afraid, that nothing would come out of the guns except SAW - DUST if the soldiers fired. The people had a trap laid for the soldiers too, in a deep trench full of water, all covered over with bushes and ferns and they had part of the old castle ready to topple over on them if they tried any of their tricks. When they saw the priest with the book open they got afraid. They all left in the evening and there was no one evicted that day but it was near being very serious" (meaning that the priests had been almost driven to use their"power").
Dan O Mahony Tailor: Father Hickey did the same at the Knockowragh eviction. He told the people that nothing but water would come out of the guns if the soldiers fired at them. The people took up stones and pelted the soldiers and police out of the place. Doon was a hot shop during the time of the landlords. The people never showed the white feather, but the priests were always there to help them in every trouble. The Hayes are gone and the Quinlans and Bradle , too, of course.

Taghmon was a place of much importance at one time. It was the principle town in the diocese of ferns up to about a hundred years ago.
The population of Taghmon up to the year 1838 was supposed to have been three and four thousand people. In the year 1849 that disease, cholera, broke out, and that year over 300 inhabitants of the town died. In ten years the population went down to 1500 people—from 1839 to 1849.
There was a brewery, a distillery, and a tannery in Taghmon years ago. The brewery was on the Warford Road about a quarter of a mile from the Town (of Taghmon). The distillery was situated where Cullen’s shops now stand, at the back of Ward’s shop, in the main street was where the tannery stood.
In a place just outside the village, called Coolaw