townland of "Cowleneguppog"- Inquisitions 1607I heard the name Tulac Mac Dioma or Tulac Mo Dhioma or whatever it is as ancient name of our parish. Also called "Tumaí umaí" as a contraction by the old people.
(7 June 1909, page 73, given on map 170 as "Tullmaghinagh" Lewes Top Gan (1837) gives as Tullowmagrinagh or "Thumaguma" and identified it with mod.parish of Tinryland.Mrs Foley: The old castle in Little field, now called Little's Castle was built by the Murphies"(i.e. Mac Murcadha Caomhánach, I suppose)" The old graveyard in Garryhundon is called Cill Brógáin [Garrybrogan St Pap.1541] by the old people". (Never walled in to my knowledge. "Was the old Chapel of Clonmelsh Parish [Clonmulsy alias Clonmoilskye = State Papers 1541]
"There is a holy well called 'Tobar Naoi(mh) Brighde' near the back gate to Kyle Park in Gráig na Spideog Father McKeown "(C.C. of Tinryland in my youth)" had it opened lately and found a "crescent stone" over it. He got it closed in again. We used all make a visit there on St Brigid's Day when I was young, but as there used be more dancing and drinking than praying and fasting the P.P. stopped it. Yes, the Butler's had a castle there, a lean(bh), in the older time but what good is it to be writing down the likes from an ould woman like me?"(4 June 1907).
Mrs. M: "In my young days Nurney was a big town(1). There was granite and limestone quarries in it and hundreds of men working them. They used to burn a lot of (1) Lewis 1839: 50 houses - pop 284+R.I.C. Pop in 1937 not more 30.

there was a Linen factory.
There were three cemeteries in Taghmon. One was called St. Mary’s. It was said that a convent stood there before the coming of the English. The other cemetery was called St. Munn’s Cemetery, where the old monastry of St. Munn stood. The other cemetery was the Parish cemetery.
Where the Protestant church now stands, that was the Parish Chapel of Taghmon. There is a large stone cross just as you enter the churchyard, and it said that St. Munn himself is buried there.
The Protestant church at one time belonged to the Catholics. There is a priest buried in this church. Fr. Hone who was parish priest of Taghmon and died about the year 1767.
Old Taghmon was situated around where the ruins of the old monastry stand, where the four or five thatched houses are now standing

known to the people I may tell you that they didn't at all like it, and they all clung to the old place, though the Parish Priest remarked from time to time that there were only two clergymen and that Kilmachree was a bit out of the way and inconvenient for a Priest to attend. This went on between People and Priest until 1857 when the Right Rev. Dr. Thomas Furlong become Bishop of the Diocese, and still the people clung to the old place of worship. The Parish Priest now went to the new Bishop over the matter and there it was agreed in common between them that mass should be no longer offered in Kilmachree. This was then made known to the people, but still they clung to the little chapel where the venerated remains of the saintly lived Father Kelly rested. On the next Sunday the people assembled as usual but no clergyman appeared. many hastened to the Parish Priest of Piercestown and were astonished when they were informed

Old Mrs Coffey died in the Creamery about 3 years ago. I dropped in just as the 'old dear had departed' and overheard Mrs Brien [?] saying, "Open the door to let the sowl out. Dont let anybody sit at the fire or stand near it. She might wont to heat herself before she starts on that long cold road." I believe she, also, ordered the window to be opened lest the soul might select that exit (P. Mac Dominall Toem Parish of Cappawhite, Co Tipp.

There was once a man living in the parish of Adamstown. He was married and had one child. When this child was about ten months old, the father began to notice that it was very witty and had some very old sayings and nobody was ever able to make him cry. The father, Tom Murphy was his name, began to think that his child was “no right thing” and began greatly to fear that that it had something to do with the “good people”
One day while Tom Murphy was ploughing he broke some part of it. He went to a lot of forges for miles around but none of the smiths were able to weld it. One morning he got up and told his wife that he would have to buy a new

the crutch and walking-stick behind him! My father and mother were looking on at this miracle happening and it is the fact truth. There are a lot of old crutches and walking-sticks and medals and various other things left at this well.
There are two or three other wells in the parish but they are almost exstinct, and the old customs are not kept up. But there was one thing certain, every well was famous for its curing powers, and the old people had great belief in them.
Ther is a great stone cross in the middle of the damstown graveyard and there used be a blessed well beside it. St. Abbon was the patron Saint of this well and this cross was erected.

Once upon a time there lived a man in the parish of Kilmacshalgan Dromore West. He got married & he & his wife lived very happily- never having "a scrap" for twenty-two years. During this time the devil had tried his very best to put between them but failed. Now, the Boyó (devil) did not like to be bested so he commissioned an old witch to put between them and if she succeeded he promised to give her as reward a pair of shoes which possesses some extraordinary power.
The old witch set out one day to their house. The man was out working in the fields & the woman was in the house. The witch went into the house & told the woman that her husband was entertaining bad thoughts about her, but the woman would

interfered with them stones anymore. The same thing happened in the parish of Glynn. There is an old rath or fort near the village and there are a whole lot of fine stones in it, at the present day and on two of them there are crosses. Well, anyhow some man was building an out house and he drew three of four loads of stones out of the rath and threw them down at the place where he was going to build the house, and left them there for to start working at the job the next morning. When he got up the next morning the stones weren't to be seen, high or low. He began to think someone had stolen them from him for fun, but one day he happened to be passing by the rath, and

Catholic young men joined the Fenians. The Fenian Movement flourished and became strong in, and around the town and Parish of Castlerea.
"My Uncle", continued the old man, "My Uncle was an Active Fenian, so were, Bernard Gannon, Joe Dalby, E.J. McDermott, Thomas Morris, Bernard McHugh etc

killed all the children before they were born by "dragging & tearing" the young woman "round the house". As she was lingering a little too long "for their taste, son & mother smothered her between the bed ticks. Then Clowry made the vitial blunder. He hastened to Tullow to get a death cert from Dr Kidd (splendid type of Protestant doctor, & a great doctor, too, though old fashioned, believing in hot irons, leeches, bleeding, etc) Whatever the doctor had seen, or heard or suspected, he reported the matter to the police.
A Protestant funeral was a rarity in Carlow & all the Protestant "from far & wide" had collected on that bleak March evening of 1918. The cortege had only proceeded one quarter of a mile when it was stopped by the police & the coffin taken into the Green House, as the herd's house on the Castletwon estate is called. A cursory examination convinced "the authorities" that the young woman had been done to death. "My God," exclaimed Dr Kidd, "that explains what happened old Dick, too!"
Than was fulfilled the prophacy of the poor old murdered priest as Protestants from every parish in N. Carlow & some from Wicklow & Queens Co accompanied mother & son to the waiting police-car whith showers of mud & stones & imprecations that "would make the hair stand on your head."
They were accomodated with arm-chairs

Alias - The Last Rose of Summer.In my young days, there were, a number of Fenians living in the Parish of Williamstown.
One by one death claimed them, they were regretted and their memory respected.
At last we found we had only one of their numbers left and the youngsters called him 'The last Rose of Summer'.
This old man posed as a Great Leader and Patriot, as great, as the Great James Stephens, himself. And like James Stephens, Old age had brought the 'Last Rose of Summer' no disillusionment. To be addressed, as a Rose left blooming alone', was too much for him, consequently, he frequently

Ancient grave-yard. Long disused. I made the
appended sketch about the year 1907. During the past
30 years that gable may have fallen & that head-stone
with date 1608 may be no longer visible. Hence I offer
no apology for including here:
"Linkardstown was parish chapel before Tinryland
Chapel was built. The name of the old parish was
Tulla(ch) Ma Ghioma (Thullamagema). An old
road by the graveyard out by the Long Stone in Castletown.
That field there is called "Cúl na ccupóg' " (Bean Uí Foghladha)
Cúl na Cupóg mentioned repeatedly in the Inquisitions
as name of townland in this district, See importance of field-names.

Long ago in this parish Halloween was looked forward to the whole year round! There was as much excitement about it as there would be about Christmas. There used to be a lot of games played on that night. Old and young used to take part in all these games, and some of them were indeed very foolish and childish.
There was one certain thing that used to be looked forward to with great interest. The bean-a-tighe would make a vegetable dish called colcannon made with potatoes, cabbage, and parsnips. The people from the neighboring houses would be invited to supper on that night and all the unmarried people would be eating the colcannon. The colcannon would

but on the other hand if one of them bursted or flew from the fire they would be always fighting, and falling out.
None of these old games are played now but about sixty years ago Hallowe'en used to be the greatest night of the year. The whole night would be spent playing those harmless though interesting games. The parish of Glynn was very famous for all those games.
These stories came from my grandmother. She died in 1926 and was 84 years of age R.I.P.

say to the other man "Hingera, Hangera, Lighera pick how many horns are standing up" The other man of course wouldn't have the slightest knowledge, but of course he would make a guess. The game would go on until the man would guess the correct number.
There was an old woman lived in the Grange in the parish of Kilmore. She lived in a small house with a flat roof. Anyhow she died and all the neighbors came to her wale. About twelve o clock at night eight fellows came to the wake and they were as drunk as they could be. They all sang outside for a long time, until someone came out and told them to go away and not to be making a show of themselves. They heard no more singing

Barmoney is the name of a townland near Galbally in the Parish of Bree.
There was an old Church there hundreds of years ago, I suppose it is the oldest in Ireland.
It is now all in ruins and you could only see the signs of the old walls where the Church stood. Near the ruins of the old Church there is a stream which flows from a Blessed Well nearby.
In a field nearby there are two large stones standing about twelve feet apart. There was a large flat stone laid across them but it got knocked off someway, and it's now buried in the clay. This place is supposed to be a Druid's alter. The people of the locality call it the Giant's Grave.
They say that a Giant "pegged" the stones from Forth Mountain (about 8 miles as the crow flies) and he said wherever they would land that he should be buried. They "lit" in Barmoney where they can be seen to this day.
The giant came along to the spot and it was said that he died there and was buried beneath the stones.

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.

Here we have the projecting ditch again & it works
southern limit of old parish of Toem (map page 78) & incidentally the boundary between the Baronies of Killnamovagh & ClonWm.Here we are again. The same mark and by extension to find it used in Bally Caoimghin to mark the entrance tot he house wh. the priest was usually to be got during penal times.The gate is crowned with plain Latin cross. Indication that a priest once lived here, or, as some people say, an indication that there was a priest to be had here during penal days.

Doyle would call it, God rest his soul. Old Richardson ordered the dinner early when the men were coming too near the spot. He sent them down to their dinner at about 11am and when they were gone he fell to like a man and when he removed the edger there lay the pile of gold. When the men were coming back from their dinner they met him coming 'agîn' them and the big lump wrapped up in a riding coat.
Father Hickey was in Dublin shortly after that. He had business with the gold-smith. The gold-smith asked him
Have you a Mr Richardson in your parish?
Why sure replied the priest
Well said the goldsmith you will soon see him rolling in his coach and four.
I don't know if he ever rolled in his coach and four. He never gave a penny to the old woman. The Richardson had no luck with the money. Two of them got killed. They had a fine business house in Doon before that and branch houses in Cappawhite and in Holly fort, but things didn't go well with them. I often heard that they were bringing a load of whisky from Holly Ford or Cappawhite to Doon and the cart got capsized at Cahernahallis Bridge. That whisky was so strong that the water of the river would set you drunk 2 miles below the bridge.
Young Mr Pat was driving from one of their farms in Bilboa one evening when he got killed. Mr Thomas

horrified at the sight of a parish parson at the door, replied that he would enquire Mr Crosby, R. M. came to the door in person & invited in this self-appointed guest. This reads like an episode out of the life of Goldsmith, but it is nonetheless true. Father Jim enjoyed himself to perfectness never for a moment made conscious of the fact that he was in the den of the bitter pill in all Leinster. It was late when he arrived back at Parochial House, about seven o'clock of a March evening. In response to his repeated knocking a white night-cap stuck out of the upper window & a voice demanded to know who was there. "The new curate", came the meek response. "Well young man," came the reply, "if you can't keep better hours, you better seek your lodging elsewhere."
Father Jim promptly returned to Crosby Hall. "I am coming now," says he "looking for a night's lodging." "And you'll get it & heartly welcome. He lived for many months at the mansion & it is said that his indirect influence soften the heart of old Crosby towards the mere papist"[I record above because [?] said; when in doubt record]