In olden times Lord Hastings was the landlord of Clashmore. He was a very good landlord and was well liked by his tenants, but there were some bad landlords. About twenty years ago a poor was evicted in the village of Clashmore. His bed and all his belongings were thrown out on the side of the street by the bailiffs. Even the bit of dinner he was cooking was thrown out. He slept in that bed on the side of the street a week or more. The Clashmore Fife and Drum Band used play up and down every night and the Irish Land League Committee made up a collection and bought him a house.

Long ago they used to play football one Sunday in Piltown and another Sunday in Clashmore. Two parishes used to play together, Piltown and Clashmore. At that time there were no jerseys and they had to play with their shirts and pants. They used to play with a leather ball. All the football players were good at each side. For goals they used to have long ago two sticks up on the ditch.

There was a well in Clashmore. The name of the well was "Tobar mo Cuac". It was the time of the famine and there was a man by the name of John Carrol in Clashmore. Any of the people had nothing to eat. They were dying with the hunger. Carrol had a bag of meal and he said to his wife that it would be stolen from him if they knew he had it. He said that he would put it up in the graveyard and he would ask Saint Mo-Cuac to watch it for him. He went to bed then. He was not long in bed when St. Mo-Cuac spoke outside his door. "Are you in bed John Carrol." "I am" said Carrol. "St Mo-Cuac is not in bed. Jim is in the graveyard and the bag of meal on his back." John Carrol went up to the grave-yard and Jim was coming out along the graveyard with the bag of meal and Carrol took it off him. It was up in the top of the street Mo-Cuac's well was in Clashmore. The night after, Betty Lyon's went washing in the well. When the people got up in the morning the well was after disappearing from its place. It was gone in the morning about six hundred yards from where it was ever, to a place called Millmount. The people got surprised when the well sprung up through the ground there because there was never a well there. There was a protestant gentleman living near where the well sprung up by the name of Captain Power. When he saw the well he built a wall around it and it is plain to be seen with the wall around it to this day.

buried in Clashmore. Dungarvan Union was packed and three times a day a cart took out the poor dead bodies to Reilg na Sleibhte. In many cases the breath was hardly left the body before it was thrown into the cart.
It was from Youghal Union that the 'yellow 'meal' was sent to Piltown and Clashmore. At first it came cooked - like very thin stirabout in big tubs in a cart and the people had to to go to Piltown for it. Later an allowance of meal

There used to be a fair in Clashmore long ago and one in Cross. Now the fairs are in big towns such as Youghal, Dungarvan, Midleton, Killeagh and many other places. The fairs that was in Clashmore was near the Chapel. The buyers long ago used to go around buying stock. They used to pay earnest on the animals according to the value of them. Some people give a penny or a shilling for luck on the animals. They mark the pigs with a knife. When a horse is sold there is a halter on him. The greatest fairs now are cattle and sheep. There are no special fairs now. All the animals are sold on the same day.

Fairs used to be held around here long ago. There was one held in Cross and one in Clashmore. The one in Clashmore used to be held on the tenth of February. There was a man out in the mountain and he used to be at every fair. He had three sticks. The names are "Bás gan Sagart", "Tuirim gan Tόgadh" agus "Leagadh gan Eirige". He used to take off his coat and drag it around the fair and if any one would stand on it then a fight would start. It is often a person was killed in the fight.

St Muchua is known as the patron St of Clashmore, In olden times it is said that his holy well was at the top of the village but because of some woman who washed clothes in the well. It was changed in the night to a place called Millmount about a quarter of a mile from the Village where it is at the present day St Machuas day was a very noted day in the prarish of Clashmore in olden times. It was the tenth of February which was Patron day, There was also a great fair on that day and people came from far and near to the fair and patron,

The Landlords around here were Mr. Stuart and the Earl of Huntingdon lived in Clashmore. The remains of his mansion are still to seen:
People say they were fairly good to their tenants but still they were a few avictions/ Clashmore and its surroundings

were all shoemakers. they learned the trade in Carrick, at least one did, and the others got the trade from him. They made working boots as now, button boots for women and elastic side boots and shoes for both men and women. Sheas, Canures were shoemakers too in the parish.Saddlers
Clashmore always had saddlers. The latest were Keating and Pat Meade. There is no Saddler now.Bakers
There were three bakeries in Clashmore, Powers, Kielys, Russells. Powers made ? toasting bread etc. and were always particular to have buns baked for the school children at lunch-time. Kielys (now Hunts) is the only one left now.Carpenters
Robert McCarthy was a carpenter in Clashmore. John Hayes, married to a teacher in Ballycurrane was another. He went to Fermoy where he got on well as a builder.Masons
Kehoe and Power lived in ClashmoreTailors
Mike Connory lived in the village at one time. Lynch of Creggs was another who found everyone to measure 40'Coopers
A family named Cunningham near the village have been coopers for generations. They made barrels, churns, milk pans, wooden pails for water and firkins. The present man has the trade but doesn't do much at it now.Nailers
Two nailers called 'Jack the Nailer' and 'Stack the

There was a school master in Clashmore who betted with another man that he would swim the River Blackwater twice, but the man would not believe that the man could. He went to the Blackwater with the master and he said he would bet two pounds that the master would not swim it. The master took off his boots tied them up on his shoulders and he swam it twice. He is said to have been famous for swimming around here and his name is Mr. Ahern.
There was a great team for playing football in Clashmore long ago. The most famous of these were the Kenures and the Troys. They never lost even one day playing these matches. They went every place where a match was played. They were two famous families for playing football around here. There is man by the name of James Donovan who was famous for racing. He won the All-Ireland race for boys at age of seven years. This happened about twelve years ago. He also won other races in later years including the mile hurdles championship of Ireland at Croke Park.

There is one tailor in Clashmore. He always works in his own house. The instruments he was working with mostly are a scissors, a measuring tape, a sewing machine and so on. The tailor that is in Clashmore does not make any shirts but in Youghal they make flannel shirts. It is very seldom any one sends shirts making now as they are to be bought ready made.
People make stockings at home but they do not sell them. On one special occasion people wear different kinds of clothes. When a person dies in a house all the people in that house wear black clothes. The old people say a long thread is the sign of a lazy tailor.

Football is a very nice game. There were many games of football played in Clashmore long ago. But now it has all died down. There are a great couple of players from Clashmore. Their names are Tom Troy, Patrick Torpey, John Broderick, John Kenure, Michael Ducey and Patrick Quinlan, James and Michael O'Halloran.
The players used to be dressed in different colours jerseys. Some of them used to be dressed in Blue and Green jackets. The ball they used to have for a football was a very small one, not like the one they have now. They do not play as much football now as long ago. Besides football and hurling they also play ball with their hand and camogie.

There were some few men went hunting wild birds in the old ivied ruins of Flavins lawn in Clashmore late one night. It was about twelve o' clock. They thought they heard a noise. They looked in through the ivy and one saw as he thought the figure of an elderly gentleman with riding breeches and a whip across his shoulder and he was in a sitting position as if he were riding a horse.The man that saw him fainted and had to be carried home by his chums. The doctor and priest had to be brought to him, and by the description he gave of what he saw an old man who lived in Clashmore at the time said it was surely Bob Power.Bob Power's ancestors were Catholics but he turned Protestant and even to this day if people were passing late at night by Flavins they could hear the creaking of saddles and cracking of whips as told to me by my grandmother.

BaytownIt is said that Baytown was all divided up in to little places and houses built on it There was supposed to be a house at Clashmore and the man that lived there was supposed to be Clashmore and that is how it got its name. When Cromwell came here he put all the people out of their houses and flattened the houses.
Cromwell after put some of his land lords here and gave it to them for nothing. Then it became a big ranch and the rent was for the up keep of wounded soldiers and the up keep of the protestant church. It was after wards given over to a woman named Dillon after her a man named Howard but the landlord of the place was Thomas Butler he was usually called Fisty Butler because he shot of his arm

Nailer' lived where Mernin's Public House is now. They had a small anvil and made nails of all kinds and sizes and sold them to the houses.Slaters and Plasterers
The Donovans were great plasterers and slaters. They lived up near the chapel long ago. The present family work still at both trades with Murrays the builders in Youghal.Weavers
Within living memory there was no weaver in Clashmore itself, the people getting their weaving done by a weaver named Comerford in Aglish. He was a great weaver and wove both woolens and linen. Some of his work is still to be seen in the houses around. There must have been one in Clashmore long ago because one of Halloran's fields is called 'Pairc an Figheadóra'.Quilters
Connected with the weaving was quilting and in the old days every household possessed one or more heavy flannel quilts. One quilter named Peggy Aherne lived at Licky and another old woman in Clashmore used to quilt too. Ten shillings one quilt coat and it took three pounds of wool to make it.Spinning
An old woman at Kirby's Cross used to spin for people and an old man at 'Tobar na Feirsce' used to make spinning wheels.

Last year there was a woman living in Clashmore and she was very rich. Her neighbour was very jealous of her and she sent out a charm so that her cows would milk blood. The next day her cows milked blood and the woman sent for the priest to cure the cows. The priest came and he cured the cows. When the priest was leaving the house that day he got a lash of the devil's tail.

Cill Mor
Was in the townsland of Kilmore not far from Clashmore. There is a huge big mound there to the present day. Fr. Power maintains that it was Coill Mor and not Clashmore that the Danes raided in 631.
The following story was told to me by Mr. James Scanlan of Cladagh in connection with Kilmore:
The 'Cill' is in Foley's land of Kilmore and in the old days when the Kerrymen came for the potato digging Foleys had three of them working. It was coming to the end of the season and they had six weeks wages due to them. One day they were told to cut a passage through the 'Cill'. They went off and from that day to this they were never heard of. Some people maintain that they found a crock of gold and decamped with it.

Farther down the river are the remains of another old mill but very little is know of that.
Not far from 'Tobar Mochuda' in Clashmore are the ruins of an old house. Over a hundred years ago it was the Parochial House. It was built on or near the site of an old mill.The Distillery
As you approach Clashmore from the Youghal side you can see a very imposing and picturesque ruin covered as it's massive walls are by a wealth of ivy and Virginia creepers. It has a splendid chimney still in excellent condition built of Youghal brick. This was once the old distillery.

Long ago weddings were very plentiful. It is said that when people were going to any wedding around here that they used to be on horse-back and after the marriage they used to go racing from the chapel gate to Clashmore Bridge. Any rich person who has a son or daughter to get married gives a fortune for the one who gets married. Long ago people used to have an all night's dance in the home of the bride and some boys would dress themselves up as strawboys and go to the dance and stay dancing all night.

There is a very big fort in Fleming's land which is a boundary between the parishes of Clashmore and Aglish. There is a circular bank of clay around it and it is supposedly connected to a lot of other forts. Inside there is a wide opening and three or four small openings