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A Poem, Athea, old Cork and generosity personified at Christmas 2017

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

Forget Elf on the shelf. Chris Grayson’s robins are up to morning adventures as well.

Ballylongford in Winter 2017     Photo by Ita Hannon

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The Wind         by James Stephens

The wind stood up
and gave a shout

He whistled on his
fingers and

Kicked the
withered leaves about,

And thumped the
branches with his hand.

And said that he’d
kill, and kill, and kill

And so he will!
And so he will!

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Athea’s Local Chronicler



Domhnall de Barra does his local district a great service by bringing them a regular update soon local happenings in his 

Athea and District News

Here is some of what he has to say in Christmas 2017

The Festive Season 

Domhnall de Barra


Christmas time is upon
us again and the buying frenzy has already started. In trying to understand
why, I googled Christmas and found a lot of information about the origins of
the feast and how it developed over the years. You can do this yourselves so I
won’t go into it except  for the following passage:

The celebratory customs associated in various
countries with Christmas have a mix of 
pre-Christian,
Christian, and 
secular themes
and origins. Popular modern customs of the holiday include 
gift giving,
completing an 
Advent calendar or Advent wreathChristmas music and caroling,
lighting a 
Christingle,
viewing a 
Nativity play,
an exchange of 
Christmas cardschurch services,
special meal,
and the display of various 
Christmas
decorations
, including Christmas treesChristmas lightsnativity scenesgarlandswreathsmistletoe,
and 
holly.
In addition, several closely related and often interchangeable figures, known
as 
Santa ClausFather ChristmasSaint Nicholas,
and 
Christkind,
are associated with bringing gifts to children during the Christmas season and
have their own body of 
traditions and
lore. Because gift-giving and many other aspects of the Christmas festival
involve heightened economic activity, the holiday has become a significant
event and a key sales period for retailers and businesses. The economic impact
of Christmas has grown steadily over the past few centuries in many regions of
the world.


That passage sums
up  in a few sentences what Christmas is about but it does not tell the
whole story. With all the ballyhoo, the real meaning of Christmas can easily
get lost. It was created to  celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, an event
that is central to Christian beliefs. December 25th may not be the real date of
the Lord’s birth but it was chosen because it was the shortest day of the
year in the Roman calendar and marked the beginning of the longer days  to
come and more light. When people celebrate they often do so by eating together
so the Christmas dinner began. It was, and still is, a great family occasion
and a time for loving and sharing…..

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Cork in 1920




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A Heartwarming Story

This is Eunice Perrin of Duagh. Eunice loves to knit and every evening she knits little hats for premature babies as she watches her favourite TV programmes.

I met her in Scribes on Saturday where she was meeting up with another very generous soul. Namir Karim is closing down his craft shop in Church Street and he gifted Eunice twenty balls of knitting yarn for her charity knitting. Maureen Connelly agreed to be the liaison person to deliver the yarn and collect the caps.

Three kind people

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Getting Ready for Christmas in Asdee in the 1950s

by Jim Costelloe in his book…Asdee a Rural Miscellany

Whitewashing the
dry walls around the house was one of the jobs that had to be done for
Christmas. The outer walls of dwelling houses had to be lime washed also. The
lime had to be prepared a few days beforehand and I have a memory of rocks of
lime in the bottom of a bucket being covered with boiling water as the mixture
stewed a combination of steam and lime into the air,  Some blue dye which was also used for
bleaching white clothes on washday was also added to make the lime wash brilliant
white. The yard and the bohreen near the house were also brushed and a general
clean up was done.

There were no
commercial;l Christmas decorations for sale in the shops, or, if they were,
they were not bought by most rural householders. Holly and ivy were the only
decorations I remember with the odd simple crib. We were aware before Christmas
of the holly with the “knobs” was as we would have been hunting and searching
the fences for plums and sloes during the autumn.

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Well deserved Cultural Archive Award for Listowel’s Lartigue




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The sea gives up its secrets




As Noelle Hegarty was taking her morning walk on Beale strand yesterday, she noticed that the tide  had washed clean the sand that usually covers the old slipway.



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A Poem for Christmas 2017



sent to us by Mary McElligott



The Star and Garter, Athea artwork and Some Listowel Photos

Upper Church Street with flowers in July 2017

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The Star and Garter

The very British name for this very Irish pub has fascinated me since I came to town. I looked up the origin of the name which is not uncommon as a name for a pub in England.

The name refers to “The Most Noble Order of the Garter”. It is an order of chivalry founded by Edward III in 1348 and regarded as the most prestigious British order of chivalry (though in precedence inferior to the military Victoria Cross and George Cross) in England and the United Kingdom. It is dedicated to the image and arms of Saint George, England’s patron saint. (Wikipedia)

The emblem of the order is a gold star surrounded by a blue garter.

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Athea and its Artwork



Athea is a beautiful village just over the border in Co. Limerick. It has two of the finest examples of mural artwork in Munster.

This well known local man has been added by the artist, Jim Dunn to his work in progress at the forge.


These two men never fail to amaze me. They are so alive. Look at the shadow thrown by the flat cap on the face of the man on the right.


I saw carts just like this one. We had those churns too.

Ah, the hens!

If you were this little boy, wouldn’t you love to be immortalised in this lovely celtic mural in Athea.


On the left is the artist’s picture of the flying feet sculpture which commemorates the feats of local athletes, the Ahern brothers. On the right is the work of the other artist.

Athea is great at remembering local men who have left their “footprints on the sands of time.” They are particularly proud of Con Colbert. We crossed the bridge to the local community centre.



This old dancehall appears to be abandoned



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Aspects of our Lovely Town

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Lots on This Weekend



In Finuge they have a great weekend of entertainment planned for the Seán McCarthy Festival

Meanwhile in Ballylongford the special guest at their annual oyster festival will be local girl and Sydney Rose, Aisling Walshe.

Athea Mural and candlelit ceremony for Fr. Pat Moore in Ballybunion

Patsy Lynch took this photo in Ballyduff and  posted it on a  Facebook page called This is Kerry.

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Athea Revisited


I took a drive to Athea on a lovely sunny Monday and I snapped a few changes to Jim Dunn’s masterpiece. This is a work in progress with details being added and bits here and there tweaked constantly.


It’s such a pity about the electricity pole which you can see casting a shadow to the left of my photo.

This new figure has been added. Jim tells me that he will be recognisable to all the local people. His collar and tie give away the fact that he is not someone you would expect to see in a forge.

These hens positively walk out of the wall at me.

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Candlelit ceremony for Fr. Pat Moore


Here are some more pictures from a great night on the beach in Ballybunion on May 11 2017.

Local filmaker, Gerard Barrett remember his great friend and mentor who encouraged him in everything he undertook. Fr. Pat was as proud of Ger as a father would be of a son.

Fr. Pat’s cousin, Debbie was his go – to person when the time difference made it possible to make a late night or early morning phone call. Debbie became one of his team of dedicated carers during his last illness.

Mary Fagan, Fr. Pat’s great friend for so many years read Fr. Pat’s poem of acceptance and reconciliation which he wrote during his cancer journey.

Mario put the finishing touches to his ‘circle’ and we all gathered and placed our candles in the sand in a moving tribute to the great man from his circle of friends.

Athea, Holy Pictures, 1954 in Pres.and someone is planning a 75th birthday celebration.

Seamus Mulcahy, Blarney Camera Club’s entry in The Rebel Cup photography competition

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Away with the Fairies


When I was in Athea with my grandchildren, we visited the ducks on our way to Fairy Mountain.

Fairy Mountain was looking well. Bluebells and daisies were in bloom.

A new bug hotel has been constructed on the site of the old one which was vandalised last year.

Cróga, the fairy who takes away all your worries was burdened with the concerns of three little girls.


As we walked up the hill to the graveyard, we reminded ourselves of the legend of the giant and his mother. The graveyard in Athea is in a lovely hilltop location.

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Holy pictures and
The Rosary in the 1950’s

(from Jim Costelloe’s Asdee, A rural Miscellany)

In rural houses most kitchens had religious
pictures decorating the walls and pride of place went to the picture of the
Sacred Heart. This had the names of all the household enrolled on it and was
authenticated by a priest. “ I will bless the house in which the picture of my
sacred heard is exposed and honoured,” was the statement accredited to Our Lord
in the picture. Also on the wall was the Sacred Heart lamp, a small paraffin
oil lamp with a red globe and the women of the house ensured that it was always
lighting. Inside the door at eye level was a holy water font and people leaving
the house always blessed themselves from it. The Rosary was recited every night
after the supper and every member of the family gave out a decade. If they did
not have a rosary beads they used their fingers.

(Jim Costelloe’s memories are finding a resonance with many people who are reading them on the blog. Marie Shaw remembered the old mass as well and she wrote;

“Loved reading about Mass in the fifties. My husband Joe and I were married at the last Latin mass in Holy Cross parish in Brooklyn NY on November 28th 1964. The next day was the beginning of the mass in English so I will never forget when the change occurred. I still miss the Latin as I was a member of the choir in St. Mary’s as a teenager. Some memories never fade and are forever precious.”


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Convent Girls in 1954


Back Row: Eleanor Leahy, Eileen Barrett, ? McCarthy, Celia Carroll, Rose Healy-Fitzmaurice, ?Walsh, Marie Neligan (me), Doreen Stack, Nora O’Keefe, ? Enright.

Middle Row: Kathleen Fitzgerald, ? Noonan (not certain about that name)Margaret Sheehan Mary McElligott, Phyllis Horgan, Kathleen Dunworth, ? Beasley, ? O’Keefe, Maeve Moloney, ?Murphy, Dympna Hillard.

Front Row: Nora Barry, Margaret Horgan, Eileen? Lynch, Noreen Mahoney, Geraldine Reidy (an american girl visiting Listowel), Patricia Hartnett,Marie Buckley, Terry Buckley and of course Sr. Dympa

Marie Shaw sent me this photograph with these names and I posted it in 2014. Recently Helen O’Connor sent me this;


“My sister, Delia Walsh, 6th from Top L – beside Marie Nelligan (sender of photo).  Delia married Peter Spellman and lives in Manchester.  Her grown up family lives there too. Delia and her husband come home every year to Listowl/Ballybunion.  She remembers most of her class in picture but doesn’t know where they are now. 

Eileen Barrett (neighbour of Delia Walsh), 2nd top from L married Connie Leahy and continued living in Listowel, but unfortunately died a few years ago.”


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Presentation Secondary School is celebrating its 75 th Birthday

This is a photograph taken at a a reunion of the class of 1968. “The Convent” is giving a shoutout to those and all its other old girls. We are looking for your photographs of your days in secondary school. Your memories of school trips, operettas, debates, retreats etc., etc. are sought for a planned anniversary publication.

If you would like to contribute to this project, check out this Facebook page and send us a message.

Presentation 75

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The Bodhrán Maker’s Wife and Her Transport




Noreen Buckley alerted me to this photo which was being shared on the internet. It shows Bridge Road, Listowel and a young Mamie Gunn making her way home.

May Day, The demise of the Cuckoo, Athea and Tracey Grimes’ Hair Extensions opens

Peggy O’Brien of Mallow Camera Club is the photographer

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John B.’s Annual Visitor



By summertime many of my
readers will have heard a particular cuckoo. It is possible that substantial
numbers may have heard the same cuckoo. If this is so console yourself with the
fact that just as no two cuckoos are alike so also are no two notes from any
one cuckoo alike. The cuckoo’s voice changes from day to day and fades away
altogether after a week’s residence in his summer home.

Recently I read a distressing
story about the decline in numbers of cuckoos visiting this country during the
summer. Despite the fact that the same applies to featherless visitors from
America and England should not make our concern for the cuckoo any the
less.While man multiplies all over the globe, the number of birds, particularly
cuckoos tends to decrease. The chief reasons for this is that man requires more
room and sacred retreats where cuckoos once advertised themselves are now
housing estates and factories. I am not arguing against these. What I am trying
to do is warm readers against a time when we will hear fewer and fewer cuckoos.
A time will come when certain luckless individuals will wait in vain for that
magical call which  is part of the fabric
of every summer. This is sure to give rise to shock and distress among the more
susceptible of readers and it is only fair that they should be warned against
the likelihood of summers without cuckoos. Personally I dread the thought but I
have long since insured against it and I would strongly advise others that they
should do the same. In the event of cuckoo failure in the not too distant
future we should be on the lookout for other signs of summer.

It takes a long time for
summer to establish itself. For a week or two it’s no different from its
predecessor. Gradually, however, it takes hold. More flowers appear and birds
grow excited. The sting dies in the wind and all the cows are calved. There are
many manifestations and each of us has his own special means of confirming that
the season is well and truly launched.

For me summer comes with the
arrival of a sixty year old balding Clare man, a chap of roving eye and rosy
cheek. For many years now he has presented himself at my bar counter at this
precise time. He is as constant as the cuckoo or, if you’re that way inclined,
as the Northern Star.

On each visit he brings a
female companion of far tenderer years than he. Yesterday, which was Sunday he
presented himself for inspection at 12.30p.m. He had with him a stout lady who
might have been twenty five or thirty. He seated her and called for a drink.
Two brandies with the barest tint of port wine in each if you please and where
would we get a good lunch, nothing too exotic.

I shake hands with him and he
introduces me to his girl of the moment. This is pure exhibitionism. He wants
to show me what a randy womanizer he is.The girl smiles demurely, adjusts her
buttocks and pulls an inadequate tweed skirt affectedly over fat red knees…….

John B. Keane

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Athea Revisited

I had little visitors during the school holidays. Athea is a place we all love to visit. Jim Dunn had told me that he has resumed work on his masterpiece and that he has refurbished his other mural so we headed for County Limerick at our first opportunity.

We were in luck. As we drove into the village we spotted him. Artist at work.

The girls were fascinated to be part of the village history. If they pass through Athea as adults with children of their own, they will point out Jim Dunn’s mural and say, “We were there when that was being done. We saw the brilliant artist paint a small piece of this magnum opus.”

Isn’t this lovely? I think Jim should definitely paint himself into the picture. As he poses here to show us how one of his characters will look, I think he fits in perfectly with this rural idyll.

We proceeded along down the street to view the upgrading work on the old mural. It has taken on a whole new lease of life. Jim has got an art  student from UL to help him for a while and she and he have restored this local scene to its former glory or, in actual fact, a state exceeding its former glory. Below is some of the detail from this magnificent artwork. All the characters, both real and mythical have local significance.



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Jim Beasley’s Engineering Works in O’Connell’s Avenue in April 2017

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Brand New Business Opens


Tracey Grimes has done a great job with the old Moriarty’s Drapery. She has transformed it into a luxurious and inviting hair extensions salon. I hope she is successful in her new venture. She deserves to be.

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Mayday, Mayday!




Today is May 1st. There are many traditions associated with May Eve and May Day. Here are a few from the National Museum of Ireland’s website

As in much of northern Europe, May Day in Ireland, was a celebration and welcome of the summer.


The May Bush

The May Bush was a decorated bush, which in rural areas was left outside the house. In towns, it was erected in a communal place.

May Poles

Originally tall trees were used but later these were replaced by formal poles erected in the town centre.

May Flowers

May Flowers were picked on the evening before May Day and this was often done by children who went garlanding for flowers. 

Bonfires & Dancing

Dancing was a feature of May bonfire celebrations. It also featured around the May Pole or where communal May Bushes were burnt.

Marian processions 

Much of the traditions associated with May have been incorporated into the Marian processions found throughout the country.

Butter stealing

May Day was especially associated with butter stealing: the stealing of the butter profit of the home.

Divining & Forecasting

May was also a time to study the weather and weather in the month of May would forecast what was expected to follow in the summer.




Closer to home people always visited the holy well in Knockanure on Sundays in May




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I’ll miss David Davin Power




To mark his retirement, RTE shared an old RTE Guide cover featuring David with his colleague David Hanley in the early days of Morning Ireland.

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