This blog is a personal take on Listowel, Co. Kerry. I am writing for anyone anywhere with a Listowel connection but especially for sons and daughters of Listowel who find themselves far from home. Contact me at listowelconnection@gmail.com

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Albert Kennedy Roundabout

On the Ballybunion Road

The Old Order Changeth….”

This store is due to be demolished to give way to the new one and the greatly extended car park.

Parents and Friends Garden Fete

People worked really hard to make this one a success. The results of their efforts meant a great few hours for us all. Well done, all.

The theme was Hawaiin. Nobody told the weather though.

Aloha, ladies

There were some fabulous prizes to be won.

( I’ll have a few more photos next week.)

A Few more from my Trip to Knockanure

A lovely tribute to a beloved pastor

Today’s PP has a dedicated parking spot.

Making sense of it all. Wordsmith Writers Group 

Mick O’Callaghan

Friday June 13th, 2025

Perhaps man had 100 senses and when he died only the 5 senses, we know of perish with him and the others remain. Checkov

In this deeply philosophical prompt, I think that we are challenged to look at ourselves 

In school we were always taught that we had 5 senses, sight, taste, smell, touch and hearing. We also learned that there was an interaction between all 5. Our taste buds will influence what we eat but so too will smell and its appearance. If food smells bad or is not well presented visually, we will be loath to eat it.

At home we were made aware of another sense. If we were in doubt about doing something we were told to go with our gut instinct. 

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Initially in this writing prompt Checkov is basically telling us that there is more to life and living than what we experience through the basic five senses. He is also saying that when people die, they leave a lot of themselves behind.

Last September we had a family reunion of relations from America, England and Ireland. They all wanted to experience the lives and homesteads of their forebears. We drove to Béal Trá in Barrow, Ardfert and we saw the foundations of the ancestral home. There was a preservation order on some of these because they were built in famine times. We walked through them and took lots of photographs. One of my American cousins said, as we walked through the old outhouses ‘Don’t you feel a great sense of history here, he could feel it in his bones. When he touched the stone wall and as his daughter was filming him, his emotions took over and he shed copious tears.

We surely were reliving emotional history as most of my relations had never visited here before. As I walked through the ruins of my great grand uncle’s kitchen, I could smell the plug tobacco from his pipe and the scent of the timber logs burning in his fire. I could see and experience his roguish smile, and I could see his súgán chair and large wooden table. Jim Bob O Connell was an ex-policeman in Dublin, and he had a sharp sense of security, sleeping with a shot gun across his bed every night. I re envisaged that scene as I was walking about the remnants of the old homestead. I heard his roguish smile in my ear, and I felt his sense of excitement when we brought him up fresh bass from the sea. Now as I visualised the fresh fish we caught, I can feel and sense the fishy scales on my hands while my sense of smell was activated by the flames shooting out from the frying pan cooking the fish swimming in a sea of melted butter.

I left this place over 60 years ago and Jim Bob is now dead over 40 years. When we walked the ground of our ancestors, we experienced all those extra dimensions of his life which he left behind, through our basic five senses.

The memories and recall of these events are still alive in my head today. My nose can detect many long-lost healthy salt sea air smells. When I went outside the door of Jim Bob’s home I began to relive more of my youthful journeys along that historic Barrow. Banna strand. My brain was on overdrive processing all the varied images of people and places I knew so well in my youth. They were all long since dead but were alive to me now. I felt their presence and their influence on me. I had a real sense of how they had shaped my life and values.

As I strolled down the lane, I was feeling the soft sea mists of long ago and how we sheltered under the rickety hay shed or under the bushes till it passed by. I was tasting the lovely plum jam which my granny made from the plums growing there.

I can also remember many feelings of hunger and thirst during our many visits there as our families were strictly three meals a day people and snack bars were unheard of.

As we strolled here in our younger days we fell, got cuts and injuries, we felt a sense of pain but never mentioned pain threshold. Everything was cured with a splash of iodine or mercurochrome and after their application we were asked if we felt any pain now. No one ever did.

In life we have our five basic senses, but we feel much more in our everyday existence.

I can put my finger up to my nose, put my hands behind my back, tie my laces and perform such complicated acts as walking, co-ordinating movements, climbing, eating, chewing, swallowing, speaking and breathing during my time on planet earth. We feel cold and heat, anxiety, isolation and we have all experienced a sense of fear in some situations in our lives. There are many senses and situations that we must manage every day. We manage them well enough but sometimes experience stress.

Then people often comment and say that someone has a great presence about them with a sense of confidence oozing out from them. They are portrayed as role models.

We also see exemplary people who influence us greatly. Mother Teresa of Calcutta is now dead, but she has left behind a great legacy. We can easily recall her great sense of caring, her sense of selflessness and her compassion in relieving deprivation in the ghettos of Calcutta. I remember being lucky enough to be in her presence in the Mansion House in Dublin. You felt you were in the presence of greatness, and I was certainly inspired by her and in awe of her work

Checkov himself during his all too short life on earth displayed a great sense care of family. He suffered from Tuberculosis all his life but from an early age he wrote short stories and sold them to make money to pay for his family’s education.

When I was growing up, we were advised to use our sense of hearing more than our act of speaking which I generally adhere to in my life. My senses are always turned on, but I try to ensure while walking, talking or listening that I am paying proper attention, benefitting from my surroundings and from people who talk to me.

At this stage of my life, I reflect on things regularly, I walk and eat more slowly, and I listen to my body, my constant sixth sense. While strolling I do not wear earmuffs, earplugs, or other appendages preferring to listen to the ambient sounds of nature such as birds singing, streams flowing or leaves blowing in the wind. 

I thank my forebears for all the wonderful memories they left behind in the collection of their accumulated 95 senses .

Clarification

A week is a long time in local politics. Obviously the decision was already taken but the signs dedicating the new roundabout to Albert Kennedy had not yet been erected when I took my photos last week.

A Fact

Debate over. It’s concluded by scientists that the chicken came before the egg. The protein that makes egg shells is only produced by hens.

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A Church, a Poem, a Building Site and a Street Name

Áras an Phiarsaigh

Knockanure

Jer Kennelly found this on the internet

Dignity and Simplicity: Scott/Tallon in Knockanure

Mar 30, 2025

This week I fulfilled a long-held ambition – to visit Corpus Christi
Church in Knockanure, Co Kerry.

This was one of Ireland first modern churches, built in 1964, and
designed, depending on which authority you read, by Michael Scott or
by his partner, Ronnie Tallon. At any rate, it was certainly the work
of what is now, since 1975, the architectural practice of Scott Tallon
Walker, still going strong. Michael Scott, according to Richard Hurley
in his outstanding book Irish Church Architecture, was “the leading
architect of his generation.” The black and white photos of Knockanure
are from that book. Meanwhile Ronnie Tallon was “one of
the most influential Irish architects of the last century”.

Hurley assigns the design to Michael Scott, while a piece from RTE
(source of the second quote above) declares it to be the work of
Ronnie Tallon. I am convinced by the latter, having read Stony Road
Press’s artist description and statement by Ronnie Tallon, in which he
talks about his obsession with the simplicity of the square and with
the work of Mies van der Rohe.

But Scott, as the head of the practice was undoubtedly
involved. Hurley tells the story of how the commission was won:

    The whole project was a bold intervention by Michael Scott who,
when he was asked to design the church, was required to seek approval
from the people of the parish. This he succeeded in doing at a meeting
which was held in the local school attended by the head of each
family. Nobody before or since had dared to construct a church of such
rigid discipline which, in spite of its small scale, raises itself
above the surrounding countryside.

Ambo and altar

The simple and practical interior

I visited Knockanure last week and I took a few photos for you.

Another Street Name Anomaly

Colbert Street in English, Colbert Road in Irish

A Poem on the Front Page of The Irish Examiner

At Lidl

Busy, busy busy

Monday, June 23 2025

12 years

A Fact

The longest recorded marriage lasted 91 years and 12 days.

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Art, Poetry, Performers and a convict

At Listowel Garda Station

A Widow’s Penny

Image and text from Facebook

Sonja Broderick

Sonja will be the first female writer to be featured in Kerry Writers’ Museum celebration of female writers to be unveiled in June 2025. The following are samples of her work from her 2004 anthology, The things you left me with.

I do not like thee, Dr. Fell

The cast of Fourth Wall Theatre Group, Laois. This group will be in St. John’s Listowel on Saturday April 12 2025 with their latest play, I do not like thee, Dr. Fell which is playing to appreciative audiences in their mini tour of the country.

Playing the part of Rita is a lady with a proud Kerry entertaining pedigree.

This is Maeve’s great grandfather, John J. Foley of Tralee. This dapper gentleman was a popular entertainer in venues in Kerry in the early 20th century.

By day Foley was a master painter. He painted the ceiling in the Balloonagh convent chapel, a thing of beauty.

In Cork Regional Park, Ballincollig

There are lots of things you are forbidden to do in the regional park, but you are free to stroll and admire the magnificent new Will Fogarty artworks.

Reynard keeping an eye on the queue waiting to buy coffee or a snack

Isn’t he superb?

The birds and animals featured are all to be found among the wildlife in the park.

Sad Story of a Poor Kerry Woman

Chapter 7: In and Out of the Lunatic Asylum New Norfolk

Mary Fitzgibbon was convicted of the theft of candlesticks in
Killarney, County Kerry in September 1842.  Although she said she was
40, the Irish prison records had her age as 44 years old.  She was a
widow and worked as a needlewoman.    She had six grown up children in
Ireland and her native place was Tipperary. Mary remained in her
county jail until transferred to Grange Gorman two weeks before
embarkation.

On board the East London she shared a mess with another woman tried in
Kerry, three women from County Down and two from Cork.  Mary was a
Catholic, as were all but one of her mess.  There were four children.
One woman, Mary Cowan, died and her very young baby also, which left a
seven year old to be cared for by the mess mates. The group completed
the voyage without serious problems and were disembarked in Hobart and
sent to the probation stations. The children from the group who
survived were well enough to go to the Orphan School as soon as
arrangements were made.

Mary Fitzgibbon had little information on her conduct record; no
charges or punishments.  There was a note of an illegitimate child,
John, born about 1844 or 1845.  No further records of that child and
no evidence that he was ever in the Orphan School. He may not have
lived.

Mary was admitted into the New Norfolk Asylum in April 1845, perhaps
following the events around the birth of her child. She remained there
for a considerable time.  Notes from her record, October 1847, said
that she ‘talks in a wild incoherent manner’ and that she attributed
her illness to ‘evil influence and position’.  She refused to take any
medication.  In November 1848 she was doing needlework and her health
was tolerable but she was, ‘very irritable and somewhat incoherent
manner and expression highly indicates mental disease’.  The report on
1 January 1851 said she was in good health, but noted the, ‘same
incoherent maniac’.  July 1854 and April 1857 reports simply said ‘the
same’.   She must have been discharged after the last date, but was
readmitted 3 March 1862.

Mary Fitzgibbon died at the New Norfolk Asylum on 31 August 1863.
The death was registered by the Surgeon superintendent of the Asylum.
She was a female pauper and the cause of death was lung disease, a low
fever and disease of the brain. She had spent the greater part of
eighteen years at the lunatic asylum.

Sources

Medical Journal of the East London AJCP ADM 101/22 Reel 3139

Female Convicts Research Centre; Patients at the New Norfolk Asylum

TAHO CON 40/1/4 image 155, position1, Mary Fitzgibbon

TAHO CON 15/1/2 image 190/191 position 8, Mary Fitzgibbon

Tasmanian death record, New Norfolk, 1863, Registered number 359

A Fact

Cappuccino is named after the Franciscan order of monks, often called Capuchins. The colours of the beverage are similar to the cape and cowl worn by the priests.

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Pieces of History

William Street in March 2025

St. Patrick’s Day 2025

I snapped Doran’s Patrick’s Day window .

Great blend of fun and greenery

Pillar Postbox in Main Street, Listowel

It has lost its collection notice but it’s very much still in use. It is important that we don’t lose these lovely old pieces of street furniture which are part of our history.

New Sign

The Shebeen in Main Street

1942 Survey

In 1942 a man called Tim Dennehy was tasked with conducting a survey for the Irish Tourist Board of amenities in Listowel.

Maria Stack found his report on the Kerry County Council website. It makes interesting reading.

I’ll give you bitesize chuncks over the next while.

Re Issue of an Important Book

Kay Caball has taken pains to track down very many of the Kerry Girls who emigrated to Australia under the Earl Grey Scheme. Her book has been reissued with input from the descendants of some more of the “Kerry girls”.

I’m sure Kay will be taking her rightful place in the new exhibition of female writers soon to be curated for Kerry Writers’ Museum.

Seán Carlson

“My short dispatch from the Tralee to Ballybunion afternoon route was featured in the winter/spring 2025 issue of Trasna, a journal on Ireland and its diasporas.”

Bus to Ballybunion

The five o’clock bus is nearly full by the time it leaves Tralee eight minutes after the hour. The transport lurches from the station, shifting between low gears in afternoon traffic.

“This is ridiculous,” an older man says.

“It is,” a younger woman affirms across the aisle.

“Every day now,” one of them offers.

The first temporary-protection permit holders arrived in Ballybunion six months after the Irish Times declared “Scores killed as Russia invades Ukraine from land, sea, and air.” A local crowd almost the same in size gathered on the beach in welcome beneath a cliff-top castle wall.

At first, Ukrainian licence plates adorned some cars parked outside seasonal businesses. A year later, many new residents rely instead on the hour-long bus to reach the main county town.

Stopping at the technological university, the driver leaves the door locked, tallies the seats.

“Who are the lucky three?” he asks the six students waiting for the day’s last trip.

As the bus departs, another passenger rushes down the aisle. His voice breaks: four seats remain unused. Others grasp his tension if not the language. The driver stays silent.

There are few vehicles on the road now, a clear route forward, only a roundabout ahead.

“You can still do right,” the passenger begs. 

And for a breath, the possibility holds.

A Fact

In 1997 scientists in Edinburg cloned a sheep called Dolly.

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Hands across the Ocean

Market Street in March 2025

A few More Old Postcards from Máire MacMahon

William Street looks so busy on that day with ladders, horses, Model Ts and people all over the place.

An Irish American Poet with a strong Listowel Connection

Sean Carlson no linger lives in Listowel but he maintains a strong link with us.

Sean has been in touch. Here is his news…

Hi Mary,

Three new recent write-ups for you to know about:

Home and/or Home,” my interview following our 2024 Listowel Writers’ Week panel with Erin Fornoff and Gustav Parker Hibbett on their respective poetry and experiences also growing up in the U.S. and writing in Ireland, was published in The Common, a U.S. literary journal.

Bus to Ballybunion,” my short dispatch from the Tralee to Ballybunion afternoon route was featured in the winter/spring 2025 issue of Trasna, a journal on Ireland and its diasporas.

Every time a fly went by,” written in and about Listowel and first published last year in the Honest Ulsterman, was recently selected for Verse Daily‘s poem-a-day anthology.

Best wishes from here!

– Sean

St Patrick got his very own Executive Order

Here is an exchange from the Oval Office as reported by The National Desk.

(On March 7 2025)

“Lindsey Halligan then presented Trump with the Irish American Heritage Month proclamation. She told Trump it was a “proclamation proclaiming March 2025 as Irish American Heritage month in honor of, to commemorate our amazing friendship between America and Ireland and to just honor all of the Irish Americans and I’m a little bit biased, because I am American and Irish.”

Trump said, “They’re great people, great people.”

Halligan reminded the president, “St. Patrick’s Day is coming up as well.”

Trump noted that Irish Americans voted for him in “heavy numbers.”

Holding up the signed document, Trump told reporters, “So for the Irish American people, proclamation.”

Irish Americans have played a crucial role in our great American story — courageously overcoming adversity and hardship to embolden our culture, enliven our spirit, and fortify our way of life. This Irish-American Heritage Month, we commemorate the special bond of friendship between the United States and Ireland — and we honor the extraordinary contributions of Irish-American citizens past and present, Trump wrote.”

Trump obviously loves our American cousins and they love him as shown by their voting for him in “heavy numbers’. Let’s hope he remembers that when it comes to slapping his beloved tariffs on Big Pharma and Tech companies with their European bases in Ireland.

“If You’re Irish, come into the parlour….”

What a welcome from Donald Trump and JD Vance yesterday?

Remember

Deborah’s Lixnaw ancestors

Deborah Cronin wrote

“…I am also related to Tony McCarthy from Lixnaw. His charming wife gave me information to help me. 

I will send you a photo of a map from 1850 that Nora McCarthy sent me. This depicts the McCarthy & McAuliffe properties. We visited the McCarthys a few years. My children have also visited. When we were there we met some relatives, Delia McAuliffe O’Sullivan and Mickey Heapy.”

A Fact

Our national colour used to be blue. It’s only been changed to green in popular, but not official, culture in the last 100 years.

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