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A Morning walk in The Garden of Europe, Listowel, Co. Kerry

I often walk in the Garden of Europe and I often post pictures of it here. I took it for granted that everyone knew what I was talking about. That is until Joan Quilter contacted me and alerted me to a whole swathe of my readership who have never been to Listowel let alone to this particular beautiful corner of our fair town. So this is for you, Joan and everyone who loves Listowel from a distance.

This is the Tarbert Road out of town. I usually walk to the Garden from this side. You can also access it from the Bridge Road side.

Pass the Topaz Garage on your left.

The local Emmets Clubhouse and grounds is on your right.

Next is St. Michael’s College, the alma mater of so many famous Listowel men.

After St. Michael’s you take the next right turn into Gurtinard.

Straight in front of you is the entrance to the old golf course.

Turn right here into the road behind St. Michael’s and the graveyard.

You are now in Gurtinard Wood.

Listowel Tidy Town Committee have done a great job of laying out trails for us to explore.

At this junction we choose to go left because that way lies our destination, The Garden of Europe.

If we were to go right we would eventually get to the town park and the pitch and putt course.

When we turn left, straightaway we have a choice again. Right leads to the park and left leads to the Garden of Europe.

This is the entrance.

At either side of the entrance some people have been given permission to plant a tree to commemorate a loved one.

Below is the link to the little video I made. (Yes I do know that an acorn grows into an oak and a conker is the fruit of the horse chestnut tree. I wasn’t prepared to do the whole video again because of a slip of the tongue.)

October walk through the Garden of Europe

The Holocaust memorial

The garden is a delightful public tree filled space filled with peace, tranquility and birdsong. Listowel owes a huge debt of gratitude to Paddy and Carmel Fitzgibbon who worked so hard to get this beautiful place up and running. This was once the town of Listowel’s rubbish tip.

When you leave the garden, you may turn left into the path to the river.

This is the entrance to the garden from the Bridge Road side.

We are now beside the River Feale.

The river on a lovely crisp October morning.

Listowel people often refer to this as The Big Bridge.

This tree is magnificent.

The old handball alley is here too.

Beside the ball alley is the area under development by The Tidy Towns people as a community fruit and nut garden.

Then we come to the Millennium Arch, through which we can see Bridge Road.

The path leads us to the Square. Ignore the horrid building on the right (pictured below). That is the old Neodata building which was used for a while by Kerry County Council but is now lying unused. It is earmarked for demolition.

The houses on Bridge Road have a touch of old world splendour about them.

The Town Park is more correctly known as Childers’ Park. It is on our right as we walk up Bridge Road. Kay Caball told me its history and I told you before, so you’ll have to look it up if you want to know all about it and why some local people still call it The Cows’ Lawn.

On our left is the presbytery and St. Mary’s

And now we are back into Listowel Town Square.

Garden of Europe in Listowel and an Eistedfodd in Wales.

The Garden of Europe ,Autumn 2016


This new tree has been planted to replace the one below which was uprooted in the storm of 2014.



Isn’t it beautiful!



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Jimmy Hickey; The Early Days



Jimmy Hickey’s dancing teacher was Liam Dineen.

Who was Liam Dineen?

Liam Dineen was born in Ballyduff, the second eldest of eight boys. Both of his parents died when he was very young. He was a keen Irish dancer. In the early 1930s he emigrated to Australia. While there he worked hard but still found time to teach Irish dancing. After four or five years he returned to the family pub in Ballyduff and he set to studying Irish dancing in earnest. His teacher was the great Jerry Molyneaux.

Dineen’s pub became the meeting place for master and pupil and, it seems, the more liquid refreshment that was consumed the more steps that were passed on to the receptive Liam.

 Soon the student became the master.

It was to this master in his dancing school in Forge Lane, Listowel that Jimmy Hickey headed out with his sixpence clutched tightly in his fist on that first Saturday. Little did he realise that he was embarking on a course that would change his life.

Liam Dineen was the finest dancing teacher of his day. He loved the dance and he enjoyed teaching. He grew to love his star pupil and he took him to concerts, feiseanna and every traditional gathering they could get to. He entered Jimmy in competitions, local, Munster and All Ireland.

“As a hard task master, he expected me to win. As a good student I obliged!” recalls Jimmy.

Having won several local competitions, it was time  for Jimmy to take his place in a national competition. He did this in the O hUigín  Cup competition in Ballyheigue. Jimmy went on to win this competition three times, the first time when he was only 15 years old and dancing against senior dancers with much more experience of competition.

The master was justifiably proud of his pupil and Jimmy recalls dancing in every pub in Ballyheigue, Ballyduff and Listowel on the way home. The cup was filled and emptied in every one.

Jimmy comes from a family of shoemakers. He learned the trade from his father and this was the path laid out for him. Jimmy had other ideas. He had to make a choice between shoe repairs and dance teaching. The choice was an easy one.

Dancing has brought Jimmy a lifetime of enjoyment, fun, travel, shows, concerts, competitions, TV appearances and international festivals.

This is Jimmy Hickey’s troupe of musicians and dancers who represented Ireland at the Welsh Eistedfodd in Llangollen.

Back Row; Marion O’Connell, Kathleen McCarthy, Phil O’Connell, Seán Murphy, Mary Murphy R.I.P., Ted Kenny, Kathleen Nola, Mary Doyle, R.I.P., Brina Keane, John Stack, Jean Lynch and Jimmy Hickey

Middle; Dan O’Connell, Philomena McCarthy, Doreen Galvin, Elaine Nolan, Mary Hartnett, Maria O’Donovan, Bob Downey,

Front: Mary Lynch, Trish Lynch and Kate Downey

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Humans of Listowel




Today’s humans are friends, Rose (Guiney) Treacy and Colette (Keane) Stack. I interrupted them as they were having a cuppa and a chat in Lizzy’s Little Kitchen

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Poem of the Year 2016



This year is the first year that Listowel Writers’ Week is sponsoring a competition at The Bord Gais Book Awards. The short listed poems are all here

Listowel Writers’ Week Poem of the Year 2016

Read them and then go to the Bord Gais Book of the Year site and vote for your favourite and you could win €100 in book tokens.

Book of the Year Vote Page

My favourite is Patagonia by Emma McKervey

Emma McKervey is from Co Down and studied at Dartington College of Arts. Her work has been published in Ireland and internationally.

I have read there is a tribe living in the mountains

and lakes of Patagonia who can barely count beyond five,

yet have a language so precise there is a word for;

the curious experience of unexpectedly discovering

something spherical and precious in your mouth,

formed perhaps by grit finding its way into the shellfish

(such as an oyster) you have just eaten.

Or something like that.  I identify with this conceptual position.

And as I listen to my children debate on the train

as to which is the greater – googolplex or infinity –

whilst knowing they still struggle with their 4 times table,

I can’t help but reflect that maybe we should be

on a small canoe at great altitude, trailing

our semantic home spun nets behind instead.

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Road Works, Upper William Street, October 2016



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Settle a Bet



Does anyone know when the one way system was introduced to Listowel, 1980, ’81 or 82′?

MacMahon Tree, Field names in Beale in 1938


Rutting Season  2016 in Killarney National Park

(photos; Jim MacSweeney)





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A Kind Gesture


There are many trees in the town park and in The Garden of Europe commemorating people who made a contribution to Listowel. The MacMahon tree continues to make a contribution even after those who nurtured it have passed on. This bay tree grew in the MacMahon garden in Church Street and now provides bay leaves for any one who wants to take one. Bay leaves are added to stews and stocks and add flavour to any dish. They can also be used as a garnish.

You can find it if you enter the garden by this entrance from the path beside the town park. Look out for the stone marker which has been damaged, at the foot of the tree. Be careful not to eat the leaves of many other tree as they may be poisonous.

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The Gold Corner is to be a Pharmacy 





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That Time of Year again


The Races are over. It’s time to turn our minds to Christmas and the making of the Christmas cake. This traditional cholesterol fest needs time to mature.

Nigel Slater says it well:

“You may wonder what a
modern cook is doing icing a Christmas cake. Surely the commercial ones are
good enough? The simple truth is that I enjoy it: the mixing of the great pile
of fruit and nuts, booze and spices, the smell of the glorious thing baking in
the oven, the tactile joy of smoothing the marzipan into place and the
silliness of playing with a bowl of icing. OK, so there’s nothing remotely hip
or cool about an iced fruit cake, but I get a buzz from the whole business. I
can’t help it. I guess cake making is my Prozac.”





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Field name in Beale in 1938




I wonder if those field names are still in use today.

Ballybunion, Old postcards, Liam Healy R.I.P. and Poetry and Roses

Ballybunion at Night              Photo by Bridget O’Connor

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A Wife or a Goat



Do you remember this old photo from last week?

An eagle eyed blog follower thought the cargo did not really look like a goat, so he did a bit of internet research. He found a colour version of the same postcard with the cargo identified not as livestock but as the farmer’s wife.

So Pat was in fact buying and not selling at all. He has his side rails on to transport home whatever farmyard animals he might purchase…quite likely pigs.

While he was researching this old postcard, Nicholas came across another interesting one.

This is what he says of this one:

“I also attach a postcard of a single? man going to the fair, but I fear that he is  only interested in the faction fight- he has his ‘dúidín’ in his gob and his  ‘Cleith ailpín’ under his oxter, well-seasoned in the chimney and in skull-cracking form!

(I hope the fair wasn’t too far away as that poor donkey looks very small to be carrying that big man any distance.)


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Liam Healy R.I.P.

While I was ill I missed lots of happenings in Listowel. I never got to pay my respects to a man I greatly admired, Liam Healy, gentleman photographer who passed away in July.


I took this photo of Liam in one of the places he loved best, The Island a.ka.a. Listowel Racecourse. Meeting Liam at the Races was always one of the highlights. Even though he was working, he always took time to chat to the punters on the wheelchair stand.

Here he is chatting to Jim Cogan and I can tell you one thing he is not doing. He is not giving him a tip.

Jim loved to meet Liam on the street. He was always good for a chat. He always had something interesting to say. I would love to think that they have met up above and are having a good natter.

Here Liam and his friend, Pat Walsh are reading my book. Liam was supremely complimentary, ignoring all the photographical mistakes and poorly composed shots.

When Liam did something, he did it to the best of his ability. His first and greatest achievement is his family. He was immensely proud of all of them and he revelled in the joy of having them all around him. He looked after them well all his life and they took great care of him when care was needed.

Liam took the photographs but he always saw the person he was photographing. It wasn’t just a job to him. His subjects became his friends. When I saw photographs of Liam Junior shouldering the coffin of J.T. McNamara just a few short weeks after his own father’s funeral, I knew that Liam had passed on the qualities of compassion and loyalty to the next generation.

Liam Healy did nothing by halves. When he grew roses he grew every possible variety in his garden in Ballygologue. When he collected souvenir pens he had hundreds in his collection. He loved old things and I often met him in a charity shop. One day I told him that I was in search of a child’s abacus. I had this great idea that it would be useful as a row counter when I was knitting. I had searched a few shops without success. Two days later Liam arrived at my door with an abacus that he had picked up in some shop or other in Tralee. This kindly act, so typical of Liam, brought the words of Wordsworth to mind; “the best portion of a good man’s life, his little nameless unremembered acts of kindness and of love.”

Liam Healy was one of Listowel’s most successful business men. He founded a business empire that other less humble men would be boasting about to anyone who would listen. Liam carried his success lightly. I feel honoured to have known him and it is with pride I call him friend.

May the sod rest lightly on his gentle soul.



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In Listowel’s Garden of Europe






Patrick Tarrant’s innovative sculpture of John B. Keane is looking really well now that all the green foliage has filled in the outline.

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Moses supposes his toeses are roses

But Moses supposes erroneously.



Do you remember this piece of doggerel from your childhood? Well, the organisers of The Rose of Tralee competition, have decided that poetry is old fashioned and not suitable as a party piece so the girls have been told that they are not allowed to recite this year.  “Bah humbug,” say I. Poetry is timeless. The good people in Listowel Writers’ Week are doing their best to promote poetry. To this end they have entered into a partnership with Irish Book Awards and this year Listowel Writers’ Week will be sponsoring a prize in a new category….poetry. Read all about it here 

Meanwhile the aforementioned Roses rolled into town on Thursday August 18 2016

They visited the Seanchaí, John B.s and The Lartigue. They had their lunch at The Horseshoe.


Blue Box Appeal, Local Author, Gerard Mulvihill, a Fleadh success in 1997 and an enquiry into Agrarian Outrage in North Kerry



Garden of Europe May 2016




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The Big Blue Box Appeal

The Blue Box Appeal is a fundraising initiative undertaken by Bank of Ireland in conjunction with The Society of Saint Vincent de Paul. On Monday last, May 23 2016 the appeal came to town. The idea is that a team of cyclists take the blue box from town to town. The cyclists are volunteers. In each town as the box lingers a while a big fundraising effort is put in. In Listowel the cyclists were met by the Convent School Band. When they reached the Square, Jimmy Hannon and his band had another show in full swing. There was a barbecue, Woody and Mickey and Minnie were in attendance and all the schools brought their pupils to enjoy a great morning. Meanwhile around the town, St. Vincent de Paul volunteers were holding a flag day.


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Play the Cards  You are Dealt



This book by local author, Gerard Mulvihill will be launched at Writers Week 2016

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Fleadh Time Again

Hard to believe its 19 years ago. This photo was originally shared on Facebook by Elizabeth Brosnan.

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The Fitzmaurice land Murder: The Parnell Commission on Crime



A friend of Listowel connection  who has read a lot about this incident  writes;

” I have read a lot on the Kerry ‘outrages’ and am quite taken aback at the cruelty,  viciousness and  brutality that seemed ‘normal’ among the moonlighters when ‘dealing’ with ordinary people of their own sort and station in life.  I hasten to say that this did not solely apply to Kerry-  the same can be said about  all other counties where unrestrained violence became the ‘local law.’

The fear of the workhouse – and the moonlighter- made people callous and craven; but it would be almost  impossible to  blame them in the cirsumstances.

It is very easy to raise the devil- it is another thing entirely to put him back where he came from!”

The above message was accompanied by this  extract from an account of the Parnell Commission’s Enquiry into the Fitzmaurice murder. Nora Fitzmaurice, the victim’s daughter was with him when he was shot. She gave sworn evidence to the enquiry.


“FITZMAURICE’S
OFFENCE – LEAGUE’S ACTION.

He would now call attention to the case of James Fitzmaurice, 60 years of age,
whose murder was one of the most brutal character. He was killed on the 31st of
January, 1880; but for two or two and a half years his life had been made a
misery to him. His murder was directly traceable to the Lixnaw Branch of the
Land League. It might be said that the Land League was suppressed three weeks
before his murder, and, therefore, the organisation could have had nothing to do
with it; but he should be able to show that it had. In 1887 Fitzmaurice helped
Mr. Hussey, a landlord’s agent, over a ditch. That was his offence, and the
local branch of the Land League then issued the following resolution, which was
given in the Kerry Weekly Reporter: – “That as James Fitzmaurice has acted
the part of special constable to S.N. Hussey on the 14th inst., we consider his
neighbours should hold no further intercourse with him.”

That was in June, 1887. On the 31st of January, 1880, Fitzmaurice was shot
while driving with his daughter in the morning. There were several persons who
then passed them on the road, but they dared not go to the assistance of the
dying man and his daughter. The men charged with that murder were defended by
the National League funds. He (the learned counsel) supposed it was to see that
they got a fair trial.


THE DISPUTE WITH THE BROTHERS FITZMAURICE.

Norah Fitzmaurice was the next witness. She is a tall good looking young woman,
and gave her evidence very clearly. She stated that her father, Jas.
Fitzmaurice, lived in the parish of Lixnaw, in the county Kerry, with her uncle
Edmond, the two holding a farm of sixty-six acres. Both were ultimately evicted
for non-payment of rent, and were put back as caretakers. Prior to the
eviction, a dispute had arisen between her father and uncle, as the latter was
not willing to pay his portion of the rent, and it was in consequence of this
that the eviction took place. In March, 1887, her father was made tenant of the
entire farm, and her uncle left and went to live at the next farm.

A VISIT FROM THE SECRETARY’S SERVANT.

Shortly after that the servant of the secretary of the local branch of the
National League, Thomas Doolan, brought a letter to her father, which asked him
to attend a meeting of the National League on the succeeding Sunday. This,
however, he did not do, and subsequently she saw notices in the Kerry Sentinel
and the Kerry Weekly Reporter with reference to her father.

Here a discussion arose as to the admissibility of notices in the latter paper,
inasmuch as no one connected with that paper was mentioned in the charges and
allegations.

Sir Henry James submitted that it was admissible on the ground that it was a
record of events commonly known in a locality.

Sir C. Russell observed that it seemed to him the actual object of the inquiry,
viz., the inquiring into charges and allegations, had been lost sight of. He
submitted that it was not admissible, on the ground that the paper was not
connected with specifically mentioned persons.

Mr. Asquith emphasised Sir Charles’s argument, after which,

The President decided that the evidence was not admissible.

Miss Fitzmaurice’s evidence was, consequently, proceeded with on other lines.
She said that shortly after her father took the farm on his own hands, Doolan,
with other men, visited the farm, and walked around the house, staying there
about two hours.

Mr. Atkinson here read from the Kerry Sentinel a report of a National League
meeting, at which Mr. Fitzmaurice was condemned for taking his brother’s farm.

MURDER OF JAMES FITZMAURICE.

Continuing her evidence, Miss Fitzmaurice said that in January, 1888, she left
her house at about four o’clock with her father for Listowel Fair. They were
accompanied some distance by a police escort. Shortly after the escort left
them a man passed them and returned with another man. They then fired at her
father, and he was killed. Two men named Hayes and Moriarty were hanged for the
murder.

THE ACTION OF THE NEIGHBOURS.

After her father had been shot, several neighbours passed in their carts. One
stopped and said, “He’s
not dead yet,”
and passed on; while others refused to assist her at
all.

BOYCOTTED IN THE CHAPEL.

After the conviction of the two men Hayes and Moriarty the people refused to
speak to her. When she attended the parish church the people got up and left
the building, the man Thomas Doolan leading the way; and those who did worship
in the same church would not kneel where she knelt. Norah Fitzmaurice went on
to say that she was still living in her father’s house, with her sister and
mother, and they were still under police protection.

HER FATHER AND HER UNCLE.

In course of cross-examination by Sir Charles Russell, Norah Fitzmaurice
declared that there was a dispute about the bog-land near her father’s farm,
but she could not say it was because the landlord, Mr. Hussey, was trying to
close a road that the public had used for a long time. When her uncle was
evicted, he went to live with a Mr. Costelloe, also a tenant under Mr. Hussey,
who, she heard, was very much annoyed in consequence. She admitted that there
was “very bad blood” between her father and uncle.

Is it not a fact that Hayes, one of the men convicted of your father’s murder,
tried to break up the League at Tralee? – No, sir.

Did you know that either one of the two was a member of the League? – No. She
added that Thomas Quilter, who had been brought over to London as a witness,
and died here, was her cousin, and was the assistant secretary of the local
branch of the League.

DENUNCIATION OF THE CRIME.

Articles published in the Kerry Sentinel and United Ireland, condemning the
murder and outrages in Kerry generally, were at this juncture read. Then Sir
Henry James re-examined Miss Fitzmaurice, obtaining merely the additional
statement that articles had appeared in the Kerry Sentinel relating
specifically to her father.

Miss Fitzmaurice left the box, and Michael Harris entered. His evidence was
directed to representing the hostility of the people towards the Fitzmaurices
after the murder. “Referring to the fact that Doolan left the chapel when
Miss Fitzmaurice entered, he said he believed that was simply because Miss
Fitzmaurice was there. Doolan was afterwards sent to jail for intimidating Miss
Fitzmaurice.

The Court here adjourned for luncheon.

“KERRY SENTINEL” AND THE INTIMIDATION.

On resuming, after luncheon, Sir Henry James put in a copy of the Kerry
Sentinel, containing a report of the proceedings of the trial of Doolan for the
intimidation of Norah Fitzmaurice. He said his object was to show that there
was no condemnation of the outrage and boycotting.

Head-constable Irwin was then re-called. He said that on the 18th of August,
1880, Quilter made a statement to him. Witness then read a portion of the
statement from his note-book.

He was interrupted by Sir Charles Russell, who, addressing the Court, contended
that the statement was not evidence, as it had not been made by Quilter as an
official of the League.

The President upheld that view.”



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