Listowel Connection

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

Bodhráns, Basketball and Irish Dancing



They’re Still Rutting in Killarney



Photo: Jim MacSweeney



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A Different Killarney Crane ?






Chris Grayson who took the photograph identified this bird as  a heron, but we all know Killarney is famous for cranes. I consulted  Charlie Nolan, our local expert on bird life in general but particularly birds who live near rivers. He tells me that there are no cranes in Ireland. That settles that. It’s a heron.

Charlie Nolan told me two facts, one about cranes and one about herons.

Apparently when we had cranes in Ireland, we ate them for dinner.

The heron lays four eggs. The first fellow to hatch is the strongest and he picks off his brothers and sisters, turfing them out of the nest until he has it to himself. A classic case of survival of the fittest.

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Sonny Canavan ; Bodhrán maker



( Story and Photos from Facebook)

Listowel on Facebook posted this photo of Sonny Canavan and his niece Margaret. It prompted the man below, Gerard Leahy, to share a memory.

I have a Canavan bodhran, it is the Stradivarius of bodhrans.

I was getting home from the movies at the Astor one night to 23 Market St when I was about 17 years old. It was raining, Sonny was hanging out under the veranda of our shop, the pubs had just closed. He saw me and said, ” Sonny Leahy, can you give me a ride home”. My first thought was that he called me Sonny and I thought was what an honor to be called Sonny by the legendary Sonny Canavan.
I drove him home and we talked about bodhrans. He told me he had 4 or 5 up on the kitchen and I could have my pick for 5 pounds ( he told me he was getting 15 from the yanks! ).
I remember him reaching up to the gutter to pull down the keys and he walked into his kitchen with little kid goats running around the place.
I treasure this bodhran that he made and the stick that my old friend Tom Enright ( working at Sean Tacks ) made for me. Absolute treasures.

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A Trip Down Memory Lane for Some Former Basketballers


Photo  and caption from Denis Carroll on Facebook

National League team, “Team Atlantic” sponsored by Frank Quilter. The year was 1995. We had a home fixture and if we won that we won the league that year and WE DID! We had the Tanaisté & Minister for Foreign Affairs, Dick Spring present as a guest. Great memories, we had some craic!

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Funeral Cortege moves up Church Street October 21 2016






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The Origins of Irish Step Dancing


information from Jimmy Hickey,  the Last of the Great North
Kerry Master Dancers

Dance Dying

By John Fitzgerald

For Jimmy Hickey

Who will take me from the
floor

and float me into air?

Who will make those soft
black shoes

When you’re no longer there?

For I have had a master

Since first he came to town.

I put him on a new stage

He left behind the clown.

Tipping toes and tapping
heels

He danced me down through
time

Hornpipes and reels from far
off fields

And jigs all truly mine.

From the actor to the master

The great house to the class

No one to dance my dances

When you have danced your
last.

This poem was written by one
talented Listowel man for another. John
Fitzgerald recognizes that we might be seeing the end of traditional dance in
North Kerry.

Modern Irish dancing in the
Riverdance mode or the bouncing wigs, heavy make up and glued on socks variety is the successor
to the old form of Irish dancing. It is part of an evolutionary process that
began in pre Christian times.

I will give you now a short
history of North Kerry dancing as told by Jimmy Hickey, one of it’s most
articulate exponents. Jimmy told this story to Fr. Pat Moore in a Radio Kerry programme produced by Mike Joe
Thornton in 2004. Jimmy gave me a recording of the programme.

It seems that Irish dancing
was brought to these parts by a circus man called Tom Moore. He taught the
steps and the technique to Ned Batt Walsh who taught Jerry Molyneaux who in
turn taught Liam Dineen and Liam Dineen taught Jimmy Hickey. Jimmy has found no
one who will stick with him for long enough to learn all the complicated steps.
He has had some great dancers over the years but they all give up and go on to
other things.

Dancing as a form of
entertainment is as old as time. The Druids danced around the May bush. Dancing
at the bonfire was a kind of fertility ritual. The young couple danced over the
flames. Fire has traditionally symbolized life.

The influence of the Spanish
Armada which was wrecked off the west coast can also be seen. The battering
element of Irish jigs and hornpipes is very like the battering and heel
drumming of the flamenco.

In the days of the big house,
dancing was a very important accomplishment for a young lady or gentleman.
Parties for the gentry took the form of shooting by day and dancing by night.
These balls were where matches were made. The best and most elegant dancers
stood out. They caught the eye of the prospective marriage partner or his
mamma.

“ A good dancer never went
home alone.”

The quadrilles and cotillions
were the forerunners of our polkas today.

In the 19th
century in pre Famine Ireland there were
three types of dancing master.

The top of the tree were the
dancing masters who lived at The Big House and taught the young ladies and gentlemen
to dance. These men claimed to be trained in France. They wore silk stockings and
top coats. They dined at the table of their masters and were treated almost
like one of the family.

The next tier of dancing
master taught classes to ordinary people. These took the cotillion and
quadrille of the Big House and customized them for ordinary folk.

The third type of dance
teacher was the village hop merchant. He was a jig actor who taught basic steps
to people and who organized cross roads dances.

Another influence on Irish
dancing was the American factor.The Irish who emigrated to build railways in
North and South Carolina often settled there and they bought their Irish dancing and music with them. This evolved
into Blue Grass and Barn Dancing. Turkey in the Straw is actually a reel.

The jig is a truly Irish
dance, the reel is Scottish and the hornpipe English. Figure dances are usually
reels.

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Brosna church….a postscript








Castleisland Christmas Charity Weekend



December 3rd to 5th 2016



Castleisland Parish will hold a Special Appeal on behalf of Brosna

Parish on the 3rd/4th December.  It will be an invitation to support

our neighbours who have a substantial parish debt arising out of the

works done on the Parish Church some time ago. There will be an

envelope collection that weekend and a special concert featuring Liam

Lawton in Castleisland Parish Church on Monday 5th December 2016.



We hope to set up a committee to help organise the weekend. If you

would like to help please ring the parish office on 066 7141241

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Brendan Kennelly Honoured at the Abbey Theatre, Sunday October 23 2016




Noel O’Grady organised the tribute and Éamon ÓMurchú shared the photo.

Schoolgirls Rathkeale lecture on horse drawn Traffic and Friends Reunited

Respect


“Life is mostly froth and bubble,
Two things stand like stone.
Kindness in another’s trouble,
Courage in your own.”

A MacMonagle photographer captured the moment when Dr Crokes captain, Johnny Buckley ( who has a Listowel mother) commisserates with Kenmare’s Patrick Clifford who was taken off injured in the County Final on Sunday Oct 16 2016.





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Down Memory Lane on Facebook




I see a few faces I know here so maybe we’ll have a bit of luck with the names and the year.


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The Road from Abbeyfeale


THE ROAD FROM ABBEYFEALE:  Abbeyfeale was a vital hub in the early

part of the nineteenth century in the national network of horse drawn

transport.  On November 4, 1836 Mr. Daniel O’Connell, the Liberator,

had the services of a driver and four horses on a journey from

Abbeyfeale to Newcastle West.  The four horses were named Jack, Major,

Nancy and Grey.  O’Connell paid one pound and eight shillings for this

service.  His driver was paid seven shillings.  This information is

gleaned from the books of accounts of Leahy’s Inn and Livery Station

located at the Square in Abbeyfeale at that time.  An original copy of

the accounts for the years 1834 to 1842 is the source material which

Dr. Pat Wallace will draw on for his lecture entitled “The Road from

Abbeyfeale” which he will deliver to Rathkeale & District Historical

Society this Friday evening October 21.  The lecture will examine all

the horse drawn traffic through Abbeyfeale in the years 1834 to 1842.

It will also tell of the guests, carriages, drivers and horses as well

as details of the cost of stay and other matters.   Dr. Wallace is the

former Director of the National Museum of Ireland and was the chief

archaeologist with overall responsibility for the Viking Dublin

excavations at Wood Quay and Fishamble Street in 1974.  You, your

family and friends are welcome to attend this free lecture in the Arts

Centre at the Carnegie Library in the Rathkeale area offices of

Limerick City and County Council. Starting time is 8.30pm.  The Arts

Centre can be reached by lift and by stairs.

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Nana’s and Aisling’s First Camogie Match



(Aisling playing, Nana supporting)

On a misty moist Saturday morning I gathered with all the other parents and grandparents to watch my first game of camogie.

There is a lovely little ritual at the end of the game where they all line up and everyone shakes hands with everyone, your teammates as well as the opposition.



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Humans of Listowel


I met former classmates, Betty Heathy and Miriam Kiely last week.

Lovely Listowel, Lawlers’ Cake Shop, and a letter to raise the spirits.

Gurtinard October 2016

Autumn leaves on the path by the Pitch and Putt course

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Lawlers

I came to live in Listowel in 1975.  Lawlers cake shop in Church St. soon became my favourite shop. Gigs Sheehy could be seen there early in the morning delivering trays of fresh eggs. Buckets of fresh cream came from the creamery. Lawlers cream sponge was to die for. There is nothing in town nowadays to compare with the mouth wateringly good cream buns which were usually sold out by 4p.m.

Those were the days!

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“There is nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalks Sunday morning coming down.”

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This Letter Restored my Faith in Humanity a little bit


As I’ve told you, I have been ill recently and I spent a tamall in hospital and a while in a convalescent home. Inevitably my consumption of electricity went down. Last week I received this letter from SSE Airtricity.

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A message and poem from Dick Carmody

On the occasion of Marc Ó Sé’s retirement from the Kerry football panel, I am attaching a few lines written the day after the 2009 All-Ireland win when all three brothers, Dara, Tomás and Marc typified the heart, spirit and backbone of Kerry football.

The Brothers Three

Where Three Sisters guard West
Kerry’s coast from the North Atlantic swell

Of the famous Gaeltacht brothers a
football story we will tell

In this year of celebrations in the
annals of our native games

The three O Se’s will feature high
among those Gaelic names

From a long and proud tradition in
our language and our sport

One family bequeathed Kerry with a
gift we must report

Three sons have worn the Green and
Gold with passion and with pride

The backbone of the Kingdom team,
the spirit of this side

From an early age, still in his teens,
Dara was to make his name

With skill and endless stamina he
adorned the midfield game

Majestic jump and fielding were
soon his defining mark

From club on to West Kerry and then
to famed Croke Park

From under age he soon progressed
through senior rank transition

To rightly claim the centre spot,
since his youth a long ambition

For sixteen years he has held sway
against numerous pretenders

And yet finds time to notch up
scores or fill in for defenders

Soon following in his footsteps,
Tomás his younger brother

A stout defender at half back, be
it centre or positions other

Relentless in defending back or in
his sorties up the field

His gift for taking points at speed
was soon to all revealed

Then youngest of the trio, Marc
joined the county team

Another class act from out west, he
is part of Kerry’s scheme

With lightning speed and dummy,
leaves opponents in his wake

Outfield he surges on a run and a
score he will surely take.

We celebrate our 36th this
year, again they have played their parts

They have given every ounce of
strength, every beat of bravest hearts

The crowd respond to their every
move in defence or in attack

As they repel the opposition and
send the onslaught back

So here’s to our Gaeltacht heroes,
to our shining knights in arms

Who keep us in their constant spell
of skill and football charms

May they long continue in the side
to further Kerry’s chances

And from other lesser mortals
receive only envious glances.

Dick Carmody   



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Brosnahans of Lacca, Kilmorna in 1988




I posted this photograph of Peter Brosnahan and his two sisters a while back. I can’t remember where I got the photo from. The image caught the eye of a certain lady in the U.S. Peter was her father’s first cousin. She believes that neither he nor his sisters married . She is anxious to make contact with this family or anyone who might know them or remember them. Please email me if you can help.

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Guímis Codladh Sámh i measc na Naomh is na nAingeal Dó


R.I.P. Anthony Foley


Anthony Foley & the Sleeping Giant in the distance – during Munster training camp in West Kerry (pic Mossy Donegal).

(Tweeted by Seán Mac an tShíthigh)


St. Moling’s Well, Sue Ryder shop closing and Road Works Continue


Dave Curran took the photograph and he captioned it;  The slower pace of life in west Kerry.

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Gurtinard Wood and The Garden of Europe


Tree in Gurtinard Wood

 Fallen leaves edge the path at the fork in the Gurtinard Woodland walk.

 Bat Boxes

 A Lovely corner of The Garden of Europe

 The statue of Schiller through the branches of the weeping willow.

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St. Moling’s Holy Well Brosna


 When I was in Brosna lately, I spotted a sign for a holy well. I went to investigate.

The well is accessed by this grassy path beside  the churchyard.

The story of the well

 I then found myself in a field surrounded by cattle. The well is set in the middle of a farm.

The well

 A sign on the way to the well

The well is protected by this mound of stones.

 The entrance

This looked to me like a kneeler. Stones like this were placed at intervals around the perimeter wall. People probably knelt here while they did the rounds of the well.


This is the actual well.

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Sue Ryder Shop is Closing







The manager of this shop was a very creative artist. I’ll miss her great window displays. Her last one, with a Halloween theme, complete with creepy clowns, was typical of her topical imaginative approach to window display.

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William St. Road Works proceeding apace






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Remember the Date and Remember the Fallen



Horse Fair, Brosna, and Jimmy Hickey and his dancers and musicians in the 1990’s

October Horse Fair


Photos by Elizabeth Brosnan


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Aspects of Brosna Today







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Listowel Musicians and Dancers


This picture was taken outside St. Johns before Jimmy Hickey’s troupe headed off to the Harmonie festival in Germany for the first time. Kathleen McCarthy (4th from left at back) provided me with all the names.

Back, Left to Right: ? , Mary Doyle R.I.P., Phil O’Connell, Kathleen McCarthy, Mary Murphy R.I.P., Jimmy Hickey, Jean Lynch, Brina Keane, Mary Cantillon, Seán Murphy

Front, L.to R.: Martin O’Flynn, Margaret Harrahan, Bob Downey, Richard O’Connell R.I.P. , Kate Downey and Jerry Browne

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More Photos from Listowel Garden Centre’s Christmas Shop’s opening


Teresa Hannon was indulging her inner child and picking up a few new ornaments.

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