Long ago it was said, that if the four corner stones of a church were put down in Parknamollogue at night, a church would be there in the morning.
One very warm evening in May a priest came in to a woman in Parknamollogue, and he asked her for something to eat. She got tea ready for him; but when she went to look for the milk, the cat had it drank. She told her son to go up to Parknamollogue for the goat. "Oh", said the priest, you are the luckiest woman in the world, I am travelling now for four years