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

Telethon, Cork, Killarney National Park and another Buckley visit to Listowel

Do You Remember the Telethon?



The telethon was a fundraising drive that took place ever second year in the late 1980s and 90s. It was televised and raised thousands of much needed pounds for small local charities.

In 1992 in Listowel, the local branch of the M.S. Society decided to spearhead this fundraising drive in our area by organising a local event.  The way the telethon was organised was that money raised locally was sent to Dublin and then it was channelled back to local charities. Anne (O’Connor) Brosnan came up with the idea of organising the longest Conga line in Ireland. The aim was the get 2,500 people to Conga around The Square. Other local organisations came on board with ideas for other fun events and soon it became a night of fun in Listowel Town Square. It was a great success.

The late Derek Davis with one of the baseball caps which was one of the promotional materials sent to those taking part.

Stickers with the People in Need logo were distributed to all the participants in the Conga line. There were 2846 people in all.

Recently Michael Guerin resurrected a video of the night which was shot by Patrick Guerin and Mike digitised it and uploaded it to Youtube.

Listowel People in Need fundraiser, May 7 1992

The singer is Louise Morrissey who kindly travelled from Tipperary to be the special guest on the night. She is still going strong. Louise is performing in the INEC, Killarney on Oct 1 2016.

Another special guest was Big Bertha, the oldest cow in Ireland who came from Kenmare to be part of it all. Bertha was a big celebrity at the time and raised thousands for charity.

Anne Brosnan, who filled me in on the details, is having a rummage for photographs of the night. If anyone else has photos or memories, it would be lovely to share them.

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The People’s Republic





I spotted these recently by the side of St Augustine’s church in Washington Street, Cork. I don’t know who did it or what it’s all about. I’m curious though.

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Heaven Reflects Killarney


Muckross on a glorious Summer Sunday.

Beautiful sleek Kerry cows, “the silk of the kine” shelter from the sun under one of the demesne’s ancient trees.

We walked from the great House to Torc waterfall.



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A Listowel Connection



Recently I received this email from another of the extended Buckley family of Upper William Street.

“My name is Bill Boyle. I saw your recent post about John Carpenter’s recent visit to Listowel in your blog.



Patrick’s first cousin is Regina Moore Boyle (daughter of Johanna Buckley). I am Regina’s grandson by way of her second oldest son, John.



Last May, I came over to Ireland as part of a college trip. We spent time in Dublin and Cork. Luckily, I was able to make an excursion to Listowel with my then fiancé (now my wife), Lauren.



We took the train from Dublin with Vincent and his wife. I’ve attached a few photos of our visit.



Regina turned 90 back on July 27th. We had a large group of Buckley descendants on hand to celebrate.



We weren’t able to get a picture during the party (very poor weather), but I have a picture of Regina with her children and grandchildren at my wedding at the end of this past May. She is center right in the gold jacket.”

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A Sporting Connection for the Moyvane class of 1989




Junior Griffin looked at this photo here the other day and he saw many people he  recognised. He got to know them as adults and he knows of another connection between many of these youngsters and their teacher. Here is what he says;

Looking at the names of that lovely photo of the 1989 Moyvane class which you posted last week I realised that I got to know several of them in later years as members of the very thriving Moyvane Badminton Club.


You mentioned that 4 of the class were married in recent times. Just to say that another member of the class was married last December  and I was an invited guest at that wedding.That was Timmy Hanrahan who married Catherine Murphy of the Castleisland Badminton Club. This was another romance that blossomed through the sport of Badminton and I have seen many of these over my 50 plus years in Badminton..


Another in the photo is James Sheehan. James has won the Kerry division 3 mens doubles County Championships for the last 3 years, each time with a different partner which is a rare achievement and he is the current secretary of the Kerry Badminton Association..


Their teacher, Mrs Goulding is the former Rita Groarke and she was an outstanding Badminton player also. She won a Munster under 15 mixed title with Listowel’s Mike Kirby in the late 1970’s and both were selected on the Munster team at that time. She also went on  to win Kerry titles at the division 2 and 3 grades.


Indeed her son, Jack Goulding, was a member of the Kerry panel that won the All Ireland minor football final in 2015 and this year, 2016, saw him starring on the Kerry senior hurling  team who had a great year on the hurling front.. Indeed, he is a valued member of the Ballyduff hurling team who will contest the Kerry County hurling final in Tralee on Sunday next.


Murhur School, Corn Dollies and Organ Donation

Murhur School in the late Eighties


 Photo from Moyvane Village on Facebook

Teachers in Murhur NS in the late eighties. 

Marie O’Callaghan, Ena O’Leary, Patricia Houlihan, Gabriel Fitzmaurice.

Mary Madden, Nola Adams and Anne Prendiville

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Listowel Handball Alley as it looks nowadays

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A Corn Dolly





The late Seamus Heaney knew these corn dollies well. In his childhood he saw them being made in his native Mossbawn. He captures the memories and associations of these ancient amulets better than anyone else.

As you plaited the harvest bow

You implicated the mellowed silence in you

In wheat that does not rust

But brightens as it tightens twist by twist

Into a knowable corona,

A throwaway love-knot of straw.

Hands that aged round ashplants and cane sticks

And lapped the spurs on a lifetime of game cocks

Harked to their gift and worked with fine intent

Until your fingers moved somnambulant:

I tell and finger it like braille,

Gleaning the unsaid off the palpable,

And if I spy into its golden loops

I see us walk between the railway slopes

Into an evening of long grass and midges,

Blue smoke straight up, old beds and ploughs in
hedges,

An auction notice on an outhouse wall—

You with a harvest bow in your lapel,

Me with the fishing rod, already homesick

For the big lift of these evenings, as your
stick

Whacking the tips off weeds and bushes

Beats out of time, and beats, but flushes

Nothing: that original townland

Still tongue-tied in the straw tied by your
hand.

The end of art is peace

Could be the motto of this frail device

That I have pinned up on our deal dresser—

Like a drawn snare

Slipped lately by the spirit of the corn

Yet
burnished by its passage, and still warm.


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Ladies’ Day Just got Better



This is the bus the kind folk on Listowel Race Committee is going to hire to take ladies to The Island on the Friday of the Races. I’m not sure if you can avail of it if you are not wearing high heels and if you would just like a lift.


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A Sermon and a story for you


While I was in Asdee church I picked up their August 2016 newsletter and I read this story. I’m cutting it short here but it is attributed in the newsletter to Tom Cox;

In 2013 a Brazilian millionaire announced that he was going to be like the Egyptian pharaohs and bury his treasure with him. His greatest treasure was his Bentley.

He was lambasted in the media for this ostentatious show of wealth and foolishness so he called a press conference at his house. The media turned up in big numbers to see if he would really carry out his promise. Diggers were at work in the garden digging a big car sized hole.

But Mr. Scarpa didn’t bury his beloved car.

Instead Mr. Scarpa delivered this message, “I didn’t bury my car, but everyone thought it was absurd when I said I would. What is more absurd is burying your organs, which can save many lives. Nothing is more valuable than life. Be a donor and tell your family.”

Now the story

Regular readers will know that my only sister died in 1964 of kidney failure. She had been ill for a year before she died and she was in and out of hospital frequently. Her best friend was a girl called Marion and they were thick as thieves. If kidney donation was an option, they would have given one another a kidney in a heartbeat. For that year while they were apart they wrote regular letters to one another and they invented a secret code to write private things about boys just in case the letters fell into the wrong hands. All very innocent girly stuff. They were only 15.

Marion kept all the letters and has treasured them all these years. Her friend’s death had a profound effect on her and she has never forgotten her. 

Recently she took one of these letters to a tattoo parlour and the tattoo artist scanned my sister’s signature along with the coded message and Marion had it tattooed on her forearm.

Rambles in Athea, Cork and Castleisland

More from Athea


My three girls posed for me looking at the blacksmith at work.

Nicky A. Leonard posted the following recently on Facebook.

The Blacksmith’s Epitaph

“My Sledge and Hammer lie in rust

My Bellows too have lost their gust

My fires extinct, my Forge decayed

And in the dust my Rasp is laid

My coal is spent, my irons gone

My nails are driven, my work is done.”

We went to Cnoc na Sí, left all our worries with Cróga at the worry tree and remembered again the story of the giant and his unfortunate mother.

 Sad to see that even in this lovely place, vandals have done their worst and destroyed the bug hotel.



“The recent vandalism in the fairy mountain, down by the hall, is to be

deplored. Athea Tidy Town’s committee have worked extremely hard over

the past few years to make Athea a better place in which to live for

all, including children who take a great interest in the fairy

mountain. That some mindless young people see fit to undo  the good

work is beyond comprehension. Apparently the culprits are known to the

committee who do not want to bring the Gardaí into it at this stage .

If not, it is time for their parents to take action and ensure their

offspring have an appreciation of the damage they are doing to the

whole community. If this is not nipped in the bud who knows where it

will stop. It has to be noted, however, that the people who carry out

this type of vandalism are a small minority and the vast majority of

our youngsters are very well behaved and a credit to their teachers

and parents. Maybe they should bring their influence to bear on those

who, by their anti-social behaviour are giving them all a bad name.”



Domhnall de Barra :Athea Notes;

It was feeding time for Athea’s family of ducks.

This uninhabited house was decorated for the Euros and left thus for the Olympics.

We finished off our day with a visit to the very warm and welcoming home of my friends, Jim and Liz Dunn. Here the work of the artist, the craftsman, the engineer or the baker is appreciated. Stories are valued and everyone, including children, is encouraged to learn and explore. We are so blessed in our locality that the fickle finger of Fate pointed these lovely talented and generous people in our direction.


Jim got down on the floor with the girls to introduce them to an old clockwork toy, a treasured marvel of engineering, a huge novelty to a generation raised with technology.

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Thank You

Last week I returned to Cork for my final check up. This is to say thank you to all the people who showed so much concern for me and a special thank you to the doctor who treated me and saw me back to full health.

Because he is not allowed to advertise I can’t publish his name but I took a selfie.

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A Hidden Corner of Castleisland



I happened upon this disused church last week in Castleisland. It is located behind the main street in a lane that is used as a pedestrian short cut by local people.

The graves were a mixture of tombs and regular graves and dated back centuries.

It seems that records of some of the burial places are not recorded or else they had a lawn cemetery before these became popular elsewhere.

A trawl the internet found this following interesting post about the oldest tomb:

An East Kerry Pastor

By T.M. Donovan

For about the past thirty years there
was an historical puzzle to be solved with regard to one of the oldest tombs in
the ancient graveyard of St. Stephen’s in Castleisland. Even learned priests
could not solve the riddle of the tomb. This ancient tomb belongs to Mr.
Richard E. Shanahan, of Castleisland, the present-day representative of the
once powerful Shanahan clan of East Kerry. Above the entrance to this tomb,
over the sculptured head of an angel guarding it, there is a Latin inscription
with, apparently on a casual glance, the date, 1067 – a date that takes us back
to Gaelic Ireland before the Norman Conquest. It is this very-far-back date
that caused all the trouble to our antiquarians; for it was hardly credible to
think that this old tomb held itself above ground for eight and a half
centuries! But there it was at a casual glance – 1067.

The Problem Solved

It was the late Rev. Thomas Heffernan
who, will visiting his brother, Mr. Michael Heffernan, N.T., Castleisland, that
first solved this mystery of the Shanahan tomb. Father Heffernan and a
Castleisland friend thoroughly cleaned off the fungoid growths on the slab
bearing the Latin inscription and found the following —

“Ecce Nunc in Pulvere Dormiant

Job 7.21″

“Behold now I sleep in Dust.”

Darby Shanahan of Knockahip and
Glounsharoon and his brother Edmond of Castleisland the present owner’s father,
must have been grand-nephews of the first recorded Parish Priest of
Castleisland since the Elizabethan proscription of the Catholic Church in
Munster. The Diocesan Records do not even contain the name of this
mid-eighteenth-century pastor of East Kerry. Fr. Maurice Fitzgerald, who was
appointed Parish Priest in 1781, is the first recorded P.P. of Castle-island,
after a long blank in these records.

So for East Kerrymen this discovery of
the burial place of their oldest Parish Priest is unusually interesting and
instructive.

When I was writing the chapters on the
past parish priests of Castleisland in my “History of East Kerry,” I
had only the mural records in the Parish Church to rely on; and these parish
records only carried us back to the days of that grand old Sagart of the
Diocese of Kerry, Fr. Maurice Fitzgerald, who became pastor in 1781. I did not
know of Darby Shanahan who, early 200 years ago, preceded Father Maurice as
Parish priest. As Fr. Maurice Fitzgerald presided over the parish for the long
period of 49 years, and as he was ordained in 1774, we may assume that Father
Darby Shanahan was in charge of his then extensive parish for 20 or 30 years,
which would carry us back to near the middle of [missing]

[missing] was given to Edmond Shanahan.
As Archdeacon O’Leary was called “Father Darby” by his parishioners,
we see that in our list of Castleisland parish priests we have now two Father
Darbys.

This Edmond Shanahan, a near relatives
of Fr. Darby Shanahan’s, must have been a bachelor; for when dying he left
annuities to all the Shanahan families of East Kerry, or least to five of them
– to the Shanahans of Castleisland, Shanavalla, Knockahip, Kilcusnin and
Crocknareagha.

The Thatched Chapel

Very probably it was this Father Darby
Shanahan who built the “Thatched Chapel” in Castleisland – the first
since old St. Stephen’s Church was confiscated by Queen Elizabeth’s.  Undertakers towards the end of the sixteenth
century. Before this thatched chapel made its appearance, the hunted priests of
the Penal Days said Mass in the “Glounanaffrins” or Mass Rocks of
East Kerry at Gortglass, Foyle ..hilip, and Gloun [missing]

[missing] worshipping in a splendid
Parish Church with its massive arches of marble, its pillars of polished
granite, its beautiful stainglass windows, its magnificent high altar, and its
tower and spire point to heaven; while the remnant of the descendents of these
alien lords less than a score, are worship-ping without ostentation in a
decaying building.

Father Darby’s Tomb

The old tomb of Fr. Darby Shanahan’s,
although not built, as we have seen, in the 11thcentury, is one of
the oldest tombs in the St. Stephen’s graveyard. Close beside this old tomb the
remains of the late Rev. John Donovan, S.J.M.A., the defender of the Gospel of
St. John against the attacks of our modern pagan rationalists, lies buried in
his grandmother’s grave. This grand-mother of the learned Jesuit Father, Mary
Shanahan, was a neice of Fr; Darby Shanahan. Had Father Donovan known that his
remains would lie so near his 18thcentury kinsman, it would please him to think of his burial
so near the tomb of [missing] Parish Priest [missing]

[missing] in the [missing] nearly worn
[missing] which then became a perfect figure 1. The O became a naught and the B
a 6; so at one glance one had the date 1067. The 21 was so worn down that it
looked like quota-tion marks.

Father Heffernan opened the Bible at
Job. Chapter , and in verse 21 he found the translation of the Lation quotation
on the tomb – “. . . now I shall sleep in the dust, and thou shall seek me
in the morning, but I shall not be.”

This wall around the burial ground, was constructed in a way which discourages idlers and sitters on walls.

Athea Mural, Little Lilac Gallery and Knitting

Athea Revisited



I love to visit Athea and I particularly like to see progress on Jim Dunn’s mural.

Recently, I had my Cork girls on their Kerry holidays and we were very kindly invited to visit the home of the artist. Before he took us to his home he posed for a photo with the girls.

A great blessing of advancing years is to live long enough to get to know your grandchildren. It is a blessing that has also been granted to Liz and Jim Dunn. They recently enjoyed having their two lovely granddaughters on their first visit without parents.

I asked Liz to take a few special photos for us in listowelconnection. Jim posed with Ellie and Kate, his granddaughters, beside their image, captured forever on a wall in Athea.




These little girls, because of the enormous talent of their grandfather, and his great contribution to his adopted home are now part of Athea’s history.

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The Death of the Rural Parish


While we were in Athea we visited the parish church and we ran into Fr. Bohan, the last parish priest of Athea. He is soon to retire and he will not be replaced. This story is familiar today in rural Ireland as more and more parishes are amalgamating or just dying out.



Here Aisling listens, enthralled, as he tells us about his young days as a hurler.

He taught her a new word, a pullet.  He told us that he had visited a school and not one child in fifth class knew what a pullet was. He is determined to put that right and he is teaching every child he meets the meaning of the word, pullet. In case you don’t know, it is a teenage chicken.

I wondered if a future visitor to a class will ask, “What is a parish priest?” and be met with silence.

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Little Lilac Studio



This is The Little Lilac Studio in Main Street. It is the most marvellous place to take children who like to do things with their hands. I took my grandchildren and they loved creating a special keepsake from their Kerry holiday.

First you choose your blank canvas, i.e. a ceramic plate, cup, vase, animal etc. This proved a tricky decision for my crew who wanted to paint them all.

Then you set to work painting your masterpiece. The lovely lady who runs the studio is infinitely patient and helpful, encouraging and cajoling the young ceramicists.

You can draw inspiration from some completed works on display, or you can just do your own thing.

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Teach a child a skill for life


Colouring is a great creative activity for young people.

This holiday the two older girls learned to knit. They became so enthusiastic about their new craft that they wanted to do it all the time.

Aisling went home with a new jumper for her bunny, all handmade by herself.

Blasket Island Man, Bailey and Co. opens and wedding season in Moyvane

Rattoo at Sunset


We have had some stunning sunsets recently. Bridget O’Connor captured this one in Rattoo, Ballyduff.

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Gone, Unfortunately



One door closes, another opens.

Danny Russell’s Bailey and Co. opened on Tuesday August 30 2016 and I was there. As you would expect from the very stylish Danny this emporium is a whole new shopping experience for Listowel.

Firstly the retail space is huge. Huge mirrors at every turn increase the feeling of spaciousness. The fittings are what I would expect to find in an upmarket city store. Do drop in and take a look for yourself. AND you dont have to sell a child to buy some of the gorgeous outfits. Danny has some affordable dresses as well.

The very gentle and affable Mary Boyle, formerly of Changes and Strictly Come Dancing is in charge of it all.

Here are a few photos I took on opening day. You will spot a few familiar faces also popping in for a look around.








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A Great One from Moyvane Village on Facebook



Mrs Goulding’s class from 1989. Amazing that 4 of the people in the photo would get married this month – Deirdre O Callaghan, Susan Groarke, Mary Quinn and then Frank Nolan gets married on Saturday.



Back row L-R

Mrs Goulding, Catherine Lynch, Deirdre O Callaghan, Anne-Marie O Riordan, Christopher Kiely, Gerard Fitzmaurice, James Kennelly, Kevin Roche, Mary Fitzmaurice

Third Row L-R: Olivia Mulvihill, Kayrena Hanrahan, James Sheehan, Caroline Hughes, Susan Groarke, Paul Lynch, Carmel Collins, Michael O Connor
Second Row L-R
John Michael Walsh, Linda Foley, Timmy Hanrahan, Frank Nolan, Thomas Hanlon, Elaine Foley, Mary Quinn, John Lynch
Front Row L- R Ellen Sheehan, Billy Lynch, Breda Dore, Thomas Greaney

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Post Box on Upper Church Street





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Remembering the last island man



This is the late Micheál Carney who passed away around this time last year. The photo was taken on his last visit to his childhood home, An Blascaod Mhór. He was accompanied on this visit by his U.S. family. They posted this photo to remember him and that emotional journey home.

Cole Moreton put together a great tribute to 

The last Island Man

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The Barber’s Pole Cork Style



I spotted this barber’s pole in a barber’s window on Washington Street in Cork.

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A Céad Lá ar scoil




My youngest granddaughter heading out to big school on her first day

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