There was a blessed well near the cemetery.
Just opposite the present chapel, on the other side of the road down a laneway, there is also a blessed well, called [?] Munna. Long ago, people used make rounds to this well.
At Brown’s castle a place about a mile and a half from Taghmon, there is another well, called St Munn’s Well, and also near this well, is a place called St. Munn’s Bed.
The biggest fairs in the county need be held in Taghmon. Twenty one fairs were held every year. On the 28th of May every year was held a fair, known as the “Hiring fair.” For boys and girls used to come to this fair from all over the county to be hired as servants.
In the evening they used all be fairly many

There used to be great fights and feuds between parishes and baronys long ago and Adamstown used to be a great place for that. About sixty seven or seventy years ago this used to take place. They used to fight on the fairs and at the races, especially when people would have a sup of drink taken for it was ? that time and nearly anyone would be able to buy what would make them drunk for a shilling. In fact they would never fight at all only when they had drink taken. Almost at every fair when the buying and selling would be over and the men would all go off to the public houses, the fighting would start. They would use big blackthorn sticks for the purpose and it is often people came home with their bones broken and had to stay in bed for a week or so.

Fairs (information from records or from traditionPalatine 26 March (Patent for 3 others - not held) RIC
Nurney 6 May (not held according to Lewis) RICBlessed WellsHacketown ri/jane John the Baptist
(Will finish fairs & wells some other time)Hydrophobia (cta from page 84)
If a dog bites a person, the dog must be destroyed. Otherwise the person has little chance of recovery. & should the dog ever go mad, the person bitten would necessarily go mad, also. Such is the belief. When we were children we were in morshal dread of "the headless horseman" and of "the dead coach".
True story from Aghode: a young stepped outside her own door. The coach passed and she was never seen again' ..Explanation given by some of the same members of the community: the wheels of the car were stood with rubber and the horses likewise. Therefore no noise. The driver saw unclear & drove through the front window. They were body snatchers for the young doctors to practise on "up" in Dublin. Deo gratias 16/10/1937 finis

so. She was tormented. "Begor" says she. "You may stay hungry to day be the look of things." Mocley was so mad with the hunger and everything else that he walked away from his mother an' the cow. He went down the street. At that time on the streets at the fairs there used be stands sellin' biled pig heads an' biled pig's feet an' chunks of bread. As Mocley was goin' by wan of the stands the smell of the biled mate was too much for him so he stopped. He picked up wan o' the posts of the stands an made a drive at the man in charge. He got such a fright he ran away. Mocley gripped a pig's headin wan hand an a big chunk of bread the the other an' went off down the street atin at his leisure.
His mother never sold the cow

There was a fellow wan time, and he was called nothing only Silvy. This man was what you would call a struggling farmer, and spent most of his time going around to fairs all over ? and buying bad horses and selling them at great prices, and doing the people in every way possible. This day however Silvy brought an old horse to the fair of Ennisconthy. It was in the Summer time and of course the horse was at his best. Silvy reaches the fair however and started walking the horse up and down and soon attracted a good crowd of spectators. But of course none of them came to buy the horse. At last one old man came over to him and was about buying the horse. This man was not very good on the sight which was all the better for Silvy. He came up and looked the horse all over, and asked Silvy the price. "I think" says Silvy that fifteen pound wouldn't be too big of a price for a fine thorough Bred horse like that" and then began to read out the horses pedigree. "Oh begor" says the man there

And the whole crowd used to drink and dance and sing until morning.
The Hiring fair in the year 1849 was not held in Taghmon on account of the disease. It was held in a place called Barry’s Cross about two Irish miles from the village of Taghmon. The fair was supposed to have been two English miles in length. There were two public houses at that time at Barry’s Cross. When the fair was over that day they had a terrible faction fight at the Cross; and when the fight was over they danced ‘til morning.
At that time they used have “standings” at the fairs where sweets and sugar-sticks and cakes were sold. Men from the country used also come in selling “cishes” of boots.
Windmill—There is a ruin of an old windmill about two hundred yards outside the village, but no one at the present day remember to see it working. It must have

There are twenty one fairs held in Taghmon every year. The largest of those is the “Hiring Fair” held on the 2nd of May.
Up to the time of the war the farmers used to pay off their servants and this fair, and renew their “time” for the next year. All the servant-boys and girls for miles around used to gather in to the fair, to get their pay and get hired for the coming year. The girls used to carry open umbrellas, filled up with apples, oranges, cakes, sweets, and sugar-stick. The men used to go drinking. An extra force of police used to be drafted in to the village for the fair, as it rarely passed off without a fight.
The hiring fair is held in Wexford Town on the 1st May, and the same things used to happen there. But since the war [?], all the servants receive their waged weekly, on Saturday night.
All the tinkers for miles around used to gather to the hiring fair. All kinds of games used to be carried on, trick o’ the loop, wheel o’ fortune, etc.

Stories from Jas Coates 68 Knockananna.
heard from mother
____Some years ago an old woman told me this She said when she was little girl a North Country woman stopped at her house & had a little girl about her own age & this day the two women went to the fairs of Hacketstown & the girls when they got the house to themselves said that they would have a feast & they prepared the meal [hearty] and all things were on the table except milk & the little girl said she'd get milk. She leaped up on the table and over the window there was a board & she took down a little wooden cow & started milking & they had milk enough. - they had too much & that evening the cows all started to run their milk & when

Palatine townLewis:-
Hamlet, parish Urglin
88 Inhabitants.
Said to derive name from colony of German refugees driven from their native land and settled here in reign of Louis XIV. Rt H H Bruen Briston obtained patent for 4 fairs of which 26 March is only one held. R.I.C

youngster with the pale face and wistful eye on calling for a d1/2 worth of sugar-stick, at the same time unfolding a small rag or piece of paper in which he had his coin tightly secured, he was handed back the same amount of sugar stick, as the boy who presented Biddy with a silver coin from his purse.
Sometimes Biddy took a notion and chased the youngsters from her cart to allow their elders come around and buy the vegetables- but the youngsters were back in a few minutes, they looked on Biddy as their friend and were jealous that the 'elders' should come near her cart- Biddy and her cart belonged to them, and to them alone-
Biddy who attended the fairs, races and patterns."
"We seldom", continued the old man, "saw a news paper. We bought a ballad at the fair, races or market,

There are two fairs held there every year. Long ago 'twas a great place for faction fights, and using the Shillelagh.
The Place (Muileann a Púca) got its name from a certain which was supposed to be haunted. There are several mills in the locality but this wan was the only wan that was haunted.
The man who owned this mill used to work very late at night; he was a miser and wanted to make bags of money.
Wan night when he was working late the fairy came and blew something in through the keyhole and blinded the man.
'Twas call the will of the Pooka after that.
It was said that the mill was heard working late at night when all the people were in their beds.

Tom Carty - made clogs to order, and 'tis well Tom could time the time with his clogs.
Jamesy Hara - played on the bag pipes, at weddings dances, patterns and fairs.
Patch Skivington - was a thatcher of houses by trade.
Martin Mulvihill (Lacky) worked as a labourer for J. OBeirne at Curries.
My Grandfather and my father cut turf in the bog at Tredub and sold it at the markets held in Williamstown and Castlerea.
Mick Collins - after a hard day's work taught dancing (in the evenings) to the young boys and girls, with a hay rope on one foot and a straw rope on the other foot he put them through the different steps.
This poor man, (Mick Collins) - God rest his soul, is long since dead, and his family emigrated to America when the Ocean ticket was £2.10.0.
At that time Emigrants always carried in their little tin trunks, Holy water

"He is only very aindeis" (very sick)
Aghaidh Fidil (There were fellows with aghaidh fidils
on 'em)
Amadán (He's an amadán)
Bóithrín (But most places "lane" is used)
Bodach (He's an ignorant bodach)
Cish (a cish of brogues - kind of basket used long ago by shoemakers to carry brogues around to fairs and markets.
"Cogar mogar" (There was some cogar mogar going on between them - some whispering - underhand work)
"A croidhe" ("Tis bad weather a chroidhe")
"Coileán" ("He's an awful coileán; He's an nice Coileán" - said of a young chap/boy - under 15 or 16 years of age - who would be saucy; a "brat")
"Cnáiseáling (There is no use in cnaiseáling - grumbling)
"Clab" - Shut your clab
Dudeen (old pipe)
Dornóg (cover for hand while cutting bushes

many rebels were hanged not in 1798, as is alledged, but far earlier when Irish was still the spoken language.
The Hole in the Wall is, or was at least, name of cheap lodging house. Hay Market, Carlow, wh. town also has a Centaur St!!
Col. Bruen, to celebrate his victory over O
Connell who was defeated in Carlow, " the a-hole of Ireland" as O Connell himself said, built St Anne's Church. Needing many men to compete the job in a hurry he hung a notice on the hoarding "man wanted. No Papist need apply".
The Poor Scholar was passing & wrote underneath "whoever wrote this wrote it well, for the same is writ on the Gates of Hell"
When the church was completed Bruen with great pride hung out the legend: "Man & Money can do anything"
The Poor Scholar wrote: "All the men from here to Naas
Couldn't put a straight nose on Bruen's face".
Kish of Brogues: Boots & shoes were exposed for sale in Kishes at fairs & markets. You could buy a single boot (right or left) or a pair according to requirements.
"As busy as a nailer". I knew a nailer who still worked at his trade in Cloch Ghrianáin when I going to school. Mr Byrne (nickname "Pluc") made nail in Ardattin when my father was going to school there. "Mr Pluck, I want a pen'orth of nails" The innocent garsún / m'athair got a poltóg along the but of the ear instead!

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luca ruith mur Goct in," Ne fairs. "Begor gonill
glt your dinner here gor nolúinn. Bo donn de
olrect, he sair, "an louile gé uair dínn-
en."
Go Páiolín bent Doin, aid he uas wabhin
an as doun he dlrea, and Mhe lady mas sláid-
ín a rí doos all Mhe lime, and she rneis
well he uas a chomrade ag Shéimin
"Wello, Pat, sle sais, "are gon lorg ort?"
"No sais Pallli, "Codair d landea."
"Bó aon leat 1/oun Dhinnei?" She saip.
"Ó Do,"sais Phíclín, "Malis Mhac Dim out
Ghorc," Na sais, "Sim Rungoy."
"Óu come in, shesairs, "g surrt, dinn-
eos."
dó leegor ó he brouaní Páidín ar éis
slon heah, and she daoe ’ím Phe dínnea. Ac
ae enough ard síood up anó tuas goín tó
uall ansais."
"Óu Pat, ó heasais, "bain me ghor bhé
Dhinneo.
"
"Ó hénc nó mhíona, e sairs, "ó hay gon.