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Chainsaw Art in Kanturk, Life in The Workhouse and the Dan Keane Show in the 70s

Photo: Chris Grayson

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Kanturk Arts Festival


Recently I had the good fortune to attend a great weekend of music, poetry, drama and art in Kanturk, Co. Cork.

One of the more unusual events this year was a display of chainsaw art by Will Fogarty of Fear na Coillte. Will is based in Co. Limerick and from his base there he has created beautiful wooden sculptures using a chainsaw or, more accurately, a few different chainsaws.

 When I arrived in the lovely OBrien Street Park, Will had already started to work. We speculated about what he might be going to create. A fish was the most popular guess.

Chainsaw art is a slow process so we left him at it while we repaired to The Vintage for lunch. On our return the sculpture was unmistakably a hare.

Ears were given definition. The animal was given toes and a few finishing touches involving filing and brushing and hey pesto! a moon gazing hare was born before our very eyes. If you are passing through Kanturk it would be worth your while to pop into the lovely park on your right as you pass through on your way to Mallow. The hare is to be set in concrete and put on display there.

 Me with the hare

Isn’t he beautiful? His color will darken over time.

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Very Very Sad story from the Irish Examiner Archive



Irish Examiner  Wednesday, 16 January, 1850;
Front page, Page: 1

LISTOWEL BOARD OF GUARDIANS THURSDAY

(“Abridged from the Tralee Chronicle.)

The chair at the opening of the proceedings was occupied by Maurice
Leonard, Esq., deputy vice chairman, but was subsequently filled by
Capt. HOME, the Chairman of the Board.

Mr. Lynch, P.L.C., and Mr. R. E. Duncan, who has succeeded Mr.
Robinson, as Poor Law Inspector, were in attendance.

It appeared that there had been in the fever hospital on last Saturday
no less than 106, and 37 deaths from fever and dysentery. The deaths
this week were seven. The average of deaths, for some
weeks—principally from dysentery—was as high as five a day. The
following report of the Medical Officer was read:—

The Medical Officer begs to call the attention of the Guardians to the
still increasing amount of mortality in the workhouse, an event which
he foresaw some weeks ago, and as a likely means of preventing which
he then recommended a change in the dietary, not then acted upon. He
again wished to bring under the consideration of the Guardians, as
well for the sake of ultimate economy as common humanity, the
importance, during the present epidemic of dysentery of the
substitution of soup, such as that already recommended in December 20,
1849; for what is now in use amongst the paupers, and which consists
almost exclusively of ingredients of a decidedly laxative nature, and
consequently per-disposing to dysentery. Independently of atmospheric
influence, and the foregoing cause, the medical officer cannot but
consider that other causes operate in the development of the present
prevailing diseases, and among the most likely he would enumerate the
intense coldness of the weather, scarcity of fuel, insufficiency of
clothing, and the overcrowded state of every part of the house
appropriated to the sick. The correction of some of those causes the
medical officer respectfully submits is within the power of the
Guardians.

Mr. Leonard—This is a matter of vast importance. Mr. Robinson, in his
place here, induced us to adopt his receipt for soup, and we were thus
led to throw overboard the doctor’s recommendation; and ever since
those deaths have been taking place.

Mr. Lynch—I do not apprehend that it is in consequence of the soup,
which is what is now known as the Roscrea soup. It is used in
Limerick, where we have 2,800 inmates, and there are not half so many
deaths there in a week as here. On going into your hospital, a most
horrible sight presented itself to my notice. I am only surprised the
deaths were more numerous. But, bad as the state of things was, I was
told by the matron, the master and the Catholic clergymen, that there
was a great improvement since yesterday. There were ten children in
one bed, and eleven children in another, suffering under severe
dysentery—actually dying. In the whole course of my experience of
workhouses, I never saw anything like that before. Your hospital is in
a shameful state. It is full of dirt from top to bottom. There was no
straw, no change of linen. I am only surprised that the deaths are not
double. 

The doctor told me that there were in the hospital of the
workhouse no less than 222, though it was only calculated to contain
140. But that does not account for ten and eleven in a bed. But he
told me that there was no straw put in the bed, where there were five
children sleeping heads down, and five heads up—and all in a dying
state Surely, you would not put ten children in a healthy state into
the same bed. Several beds had eight, some five, and none less than
four children. Mr. W. Sandes—This literally amounts to a mortality
test. Mr. Lynch—Then there they are left without breakfast till one
o’clock, while there is no less, I am told, than 23 per cent, water in
the milk. Mr. George Sandes’ report, as the acting member of the
Visiting Committee, and the report of the Master described the
infirmary as in every filthy state. The Rev. Mr. Mahony, the Roman
Catholic Chaplain, came before the Board, and said—I went into the
infirmary half an hour ego, and I found the sick paupers without
having had their breakfasts, at half-past one. I told the Master, and
be said he thought that a man named Griffin, who acts under him, had
supplied them with breakfast. He sent for the nurse tender, and she
said that Griffin had stated as his reason—(here we were interrupted,
and lost the remainder of the sentence). The paupers were lying on
their beds without a drop of drink till half-past one.— There have
been forty-five deaths for the last fortnight, and eight yesterday.
The eight days before that, there were thirty-one deaths. In my
parish, where the population in 1841 was 7,072, there were not four
deaths during that time. I do not make this statement in the way of a
complaint against the officers; but I feeI I would not be doing my
duty if I did not state this much—(hear, hear). I believe the Master
was not to blame, because he thought this man did his duty.



(Life in Listowel Workhouse in 1850 was truly awful. The image of 10 dying children in the same bed without even straw for a mattress is beyond appalling)

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Something to Look Forward to






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This is a photo of the performers at a show organized by Dan Keane sometime in the 1970s. Betty Stack provided the names. Her copy of the picture had a few more people so I hope I have the names right. If anyone has a scanned copy of the full picture, I’d be delighted to post it.

From back;  ………Patrick Flaherty, Seán Ahern, Timmy Leahy, Seán Broderick, Liam Tarrant,

Jerry Nolan, …….  ……, Gerard Buckley,Michael Dowling Christy Stack,

Muriel Dowling, Geraldine Dowling, Kathleen O’Connor, Betty Stack, Maureen Dowling, Honor O’Connor

The copy of the picture I got has the front row missing which is a pity because in it are Timmy Brosnan, Peggy Sweeney and Dan Keane

The Library, Ancestors and descendants, a Dan Keane limerick or two and lifting the North Kerry Railway Line

The Best Free Entertainment in Town

This is the Listowel branch of Kerry County Library. Membership is free for everyone. There are books on every topic, magazines, newspapers and computers to keep you busy for hours. It is one of the most valuable resources we have in town. If you’re not already a member, drop in and join. It’s free.

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Another Loss to Church St.


This business has moved on from here.

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Seeking Lacey or Hickey Relatives

Every now and again people contact me who are searching for their Listowel ancestors. I am not the right woman for this job at all. Kay Caball of My Kerry Ancestors is the expert in this area.

Kay’s latest blog post about common surnames in North Kerry is worthwhile reading for every family historian.

“Popular
surnames in Kerry can be the cause of a lot of head scratching when searching
for Kerry Ancestors.   O’Sullivan, O’Connor, O’Connell, O’Donoghue,
Fitzgerald, Stack, McElligott, Murphy, Walsh families are thick on the ground
and when these surnames are combined with the traditional naming patterns of
sons and daughters, identification of YOUR family can be a bit fraught.


Have I any hints to help you identify the correct family?  I have been
giving this some thought lately. I have been researching the family of William
Walsh who was living in Janesville, Wisconsin in 1860[1].
 His descendant Molly had done sterling work going through U.S. records
and found a William Walsh living in New York in 1855[2]. 
This Census stated that William was aged 30, Head of the Household, lived with
his wife Honora (20), his son Michael (0) and his mother Joanna (54) Widow,
 and his brother John (17).  While we would have to discount all
these ages as only approximate (with the exception of Michael, born in N.Y), we
have really good stuff here – William’s mothers’ name and a brother’s
name.  And most importantly, William’s first son is called ‘Michael’, from
which we can almost certainly take it that William’s father’s name was also
Michael.  See
Kerry
traditional naming practices.
 All are ‘Born in Ireland’ with
the exception of Michael
….”


You can read the rest of this very interesting tale HERE

My quest today is not for ancestors but for descendants or other living relatives.

The request comes from a lady called Tracey Beckley who lives in the Isle of Wight.

Our first person of interest is Henry Lacey from Listowel who married Honora Hickey sometime in the 1920s. Honora died in 1932 leaving Henry with 6 children to raise. The youngest of the family was Mary, Tracey’s mother. Mary was adopted at age 4months and she never met any of her siblings nor did she know what happened to any of them. Henry emigrated to Coventry in England at some point. We know this because Tracey has got his death cert and this is given as his address.

Tracey is anxious to make contact with anyone who might remember this family or know anything about them or where they went. She sent me 2 photos, one of Henry Lacey and another of Edward Lacey, one of his sons.

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A Limerick or 2 from The Master ; Dan Keane R.I.P.

An illiterate poor fellow in Cahir

In his whole life had only one prayer

When he went on his knees

It was certain to please

“Dear God, I am here and you’re there.”

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A lady whose name is Eileen

Her house it is spotlessly clean

Some years ago

She wed Billy Joe

And their family grew up in Trien.

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The End of the Line


Warren Buckley took this photo  1988 as the tracks were being lifted from this stretch of line which is now the John B. Keane Road.

Warren writes,  “My recollection is that it I took the photo near where ALDI is now. The vertical line left of the gate house is the mast that the ESB had in the field opposite Cherrytree Drive.”

Writers’ Week, Dan Keane and Maureen Beasley and a return to the sky garden

Three of Listowel’s great unsung heroes of The Arts; Jet Stack R.I.P., Maureen BeasleyR.I.P. and Jimmy Hickey. These three have played their parts in preserving folk traditions in music, verse and dance and have all done North Kerry and its literary heritage a great service.

Another of the great stalwarts of the North Kerry literary tradition is Dan Keane. He has left us a legacy of poems, ballads and stories and some great memories.

This poem by Dan is a tribute to his friend, Jet Stack:

Mr. Garrett Stack 

If you are out to learn dancing

Take a tip from me,

Go through Listowel and Greenville

Until you reach Scartlea,

Go all the way to Scartlea Cross

Then count two houses back,

There you will find the maestro

That’s Mr. Garrett Stack.

That is his Baptismal title

But he’s never used it yet,

He is no way sanctimonious

He is always known as “Jet”,

He will make you very welcome

With tea and home cooked ham,

And if he is scarce in sugar,

He will give you plenty jam.

He will quickly come to dancing,

It will only take a while,

To show you reels and figures,

In every kind of style,

He will show you steps and polkas,

Like jewels from days of yore,

And he will even demonstrate

He is tasty on the floor.

Now if you ever doubt me

I have witnesses to prove,

That even first class dancers,

He can tutor and improve,

He is not the slightest selfish,

His glory’s greatest crown,

Is his patriotic willingness,

To hand his dancing down.

He is also a musician

And in case you might not know it,

He is good at prose and poetry

A writer and a poet.

He is witty and good humoured,

And a joke he’s good to crack,

So don’t forget three cheers for “Jet”,

That’s Mr. Garrett Stack.

By Dan Keane

I think the lines “His glory’s greatest crown is his patriotic willingness to hand his dancing down.” sum up what Writers’ Week is all about….handing on the torch to the next generation of writers. Who knows? a future John B. or Bryan might be in our midst here on the streets of Listowel this week.

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Another old photo from Writers’ Week of times gone by






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Mardyke Garden




Do you remember that I went to Fitzgerald’s Park last week to view the Diarmuid Gavin sky garden? This garden cost over a million euros. Well, it took just one week for the children of Cork to wreck it.

Children taking turns climbing on the giant stainless steel spheres.

The plants in this section never stood a chance.

These paths through the garden were lined with blue stepping stones last week.

Yet again, the café couldn’t cope with demand.

The lovely rose beds of old are gone. The colorful roses are replaced by dull drab green plants.

Dead and damaged plants abound.

Dotted throughout the park are lovely gems, like this Oisín Kelly dancer.

In defense of Cork’s children let me say that there was no sign to say that this garden was to be looked at and admired, not treated like a playground. Those big silver sphere’s are far too tempting and they do look like the sort of thing you might see in a playground. I don’t know if the garden can be saved and replanted.  As it stands, it’s a disaster.

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D Day is near…. Saturday May 31 2014

Eileen Moylan of Claddagh will launch her beautiful creation in Craftshop na Méar at 7.00 p.m.

Paddy Drury remembered and St. Patrick’s day in South Carolina; The Listowel Connection

The Times they are a changin'”



The clocks went forward one hour at the weekend. We have always used this phrase but it struck me on Sunday that it is now true. I woke up on Sunday morning to find that all the clocks in my house had adjusted themselves to the changed time. They had “gone” forward literally. The twice yearly ritual of going round the house and manually resetting the clocks will be another story to tell the grandchildren. Woe betide you if you forgot to reset the time on the video recorder!

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Paddy Drury

A poet and wit who is remembered in many of the best Listowel stories and anecdotes is the late Paddy Drury. One Sunday recently, my good friends, Anne and Liam Dillon invited me to lunch, and, to complete a very pleasant afternoon, they took me to see Paddy Drury’s resting place in Knockanure graveyard.

His grave lies within the walls of the old Knockanure church.

The graveyard is an old but very well maintained one in an absolutely beautiful rural location.

The late Dan Keane  wrote a poem to Drury and here it is for you:

Drury’s Ghost       Dan Keane

Down Farran by the old
churchyard

One night I took a stroll

As bright aurora’s crimson
beams

Flashed upward from the pole.

From the red wine of
remembrance

To the dead I drank a toast,

Then what appeared beside me

But Paddy Drury’s ghost.

……

At length I uttered, “Drury

What brings your spirit back?

Is there anything you’re
needing? “

He answered, “Not a whack!”

………

“But the friends I loved are
parted

And the scene is not the
same.

There’s a dozen homesteads
missing

Down along my own Bog Lane.

How I loved each thatched
white cottage

When their silent signals
spoke

Like a fleet of ships in
harbour

Belching out their morning
smoke.”

“I’ve met all the friends in
Heaven;

Drurys, Dores, the Nolans,
Nashes

Fiddler Creed and Dancing
Billy

With his legs as loose a
ashes,

Tade and Jim and Dick ,the
Villain

Dan the Bucko from the Lane,

I’d a pint in Peter’s parlour

With my old friend, Daniel
Kane.”

…….

“I have toiled with many
farmers

When the grub was really bad.

I’d never live for ninety
years

But for the teeth I had.

But the frame was getting
older

And the teeth were getting
few

So I found my stimulation

In the stuff I couldn’t chew.

…….

So I said, “You are in Heaven

And what more can mortals
crave?

Do you know you’ll soon be
honoured

With a headstone o’er your
grave?

He betrayed no foolish
flatter

Gave a jovial exclamation

In the quaint old Drury
fashion

“Hope ‘twont raise my
valuation?”

“ Let the human fad be
honoured,

It will do no harm there

And some pilgrim might, in
passing

For the Drurys say a prayer.

Otherwise, above my ashes

I’ve no asset to my soul

And if Drury still was living

They’d begrudge him draw the
dole.”

The poem is a very long one so I have edited it a bit but I kept the references to Drury’s neighbours in Bog Lane, the reference to his legendary grumbling about bad grub, his capacity for drink and the fact that his headstone was paid for my monies raised by his friends, among them  John B. Keane.

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St. Patrick’s Day in South Carolina

This is Maeve Moloney Koch taking part in her local St. Patrick’s parade in Columbia, South Carolina, USA. Maeve is carrying a Kerry flag.

Maeve with her local congressman, Joe Wilson

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If you live or have ever lived with an Irish Mammy this will give you a good laugh:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-kvto8XYNU&feature=youtu.be

Dan Keane’s Daybreak o’er Rathea and Confirmation id Ballydonoghue

North Kerry has produced a steady stream of folk poets. One of the best of these was the late Dan Keane. Here is a typical Dan Keane piece from his collection The Heather is Purple. It tells a story of Penal Times, religious suppression, mass rocks and murders.  I don’t know if the subject matter of Dan’s poem  has any basis in truth but such events did occur in the Ireland of that time.

Daybreak o’er Rathea    Dan Keane

The sky is blue above the hill,

The hill is green beneath.

The songbird with a holy will

Pours out an anthem sweet.

And down the slope the sunbeams steal

A-dancing oe’r the lee

And fragrant flowers spring back to life

As the day breaks oe’r Rathea.

Just like the flower’s old memories

All sad and yet sublime

And heroic tales of bardic tongues

Steal down the roads of time.

The mass-rock where The Sagart prayed

To shield our destiny

Looks sacred in the morning beam

As the day breaks oe’r Rathea.

It was my grandsire’s uncle Ned

With sad tear- laden eyes

Who told how once at break of day

He saw The Sagart die.

The redcoats came with daggers drawn,

“I cursed them loud,” said he,

“For they drove the cold steel through his breast

As the day broke oe’r Rathea.”

“The first to reach the Sagart’s side,

was his young sister, Nell,

Who at that mass became my bride.”

And here his teardrops fell.

“The captain’s sword her bosom pierced

I could not set her free

But with a blow I took his life

As the day broke oe’r Rathea.

“I fled and cursed that godless crew,

I cursed empire and crown

And cursed I every power on earth

That tramples freedom down.

But I have never ceased to pray

For those who sheltered me

From demons vile who rent my heart

As the day broke oe’r Rathea.

  

The mass rock still looks oe’r the scene

In calm majestic pride.

The font that holy water held

Through summer ne’er has dried

But dear old Ned has passed away

To God’s own sanctuary,

For once the angels called him home

As the day broke oe’r Rathea.

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Grafton Street 1945 from photos of Dublin

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I’m going to St. John’s tonight.




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Plus ça change…

Kerry Champion of April 18th 1936 reports Garda
investigation into report of 19 calf skins stolen from Newtownsandes Co-op.

 The
paper also had an article on Juvenile Crime and remarked on lack of parental
control and absence of school instruction. 

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John Kelliher took some lovely photos at the recent Ballydonoghue confirmations. The photos are available to purchase from John.

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