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Kanturk Remembers the Famine

Upper Church Street in December 2024

In Ballincollig

Castlewest shopping centre, Ballincollig

Remembering Hard Times

When I was in Kanturk I went to see the Famine Pot in St. Patrick’s Place.

This pot was still intact when a local farmer dug it up. Kanturk Tidy Town committee have placed it at the entrance to the site that once housed the Kanturk Union workhouse.

Six acres were donated by the Earl of Egmont, the local landlord, to the Board of Guardians to erect a workhouse and fever hospital.

The workhouse was built to accommodate 800 people but during the tragic period of the famine almost 1,800 people lived there. North Cork was thought to have suffered some of the worst effects of famine during this catastrophic period of history.

Many of these large cauldrons were donated to the Irish People by the Quaker community during the height of the famine in 1846.

They were used to make soup or stirabout, a kind of porridge made from the cheap meal that was imported to feed the starving hordes who converged on the workhouses.

This is still a health centre. It used to be a dispensary.

It’s worth enlarging this to read about the full horror of those awful years. The pot is a timely reminder of what our ancestors came through.

A Poem

Ushering

As essay by Mick O’Callaghan

 Ushering in and out

I was reading in the papers that the election of Donald Trump in America would usher in a new era in American/China relations as Donald was proposing the introduction of a 60% surcharge on all goods entering America from China.

I also saw that all our own political parties were promising that if elected to government that they were going to usher in new priorities in Housing, Education, Health and many more areas of government. This word usher was an ‘in’ word which I just had to explore.

The word usher has been around a long time with God being the very first usher – as he ushered in day and light (Gen. 1:3-4). God ushered man into the Garden of Eden (Gen 2:15). Ushers or forerunners are depicted throughout the Bible.

In the New Testament, Temple ushers were given unusual authority as uniformed guards. In Acts the “captain of the temple” is referred to in connection with arrests and general handling of crowds. It was these ushers who carried out the orders of the high priests to persecute the apostles.

The word comes  from the Latin ostiarius (“porter”, “doorman”) or the French word huissier. Ushers were servants or courtiers who showed or ushered visitors in and out of meetings in large houses or palaces.

My first encounter with usher was in the 60’s when we went to the Picturedrome Cinema in Tralee to see a film or a movie as they call them nowadays. We bought our tickets at the little box office in the hall and waited to be admitted. Sam from Ireland ushered everyone to their seats guiding them down the steps with his long torch. If there was any play acting or noise during the film, he shone the torch on the person involved. Any couples who were getting too close, as they said in those days, got similar treatment.

In those pre-equality days, the usherette sold the tubs of ice cream from her usherette tray during the intermission.

Then of course there were the church ceremonies, particularly at Christmas when the big crowds turned up for midnight mass. There were quite a few people who went straight from the pub to church. The church ushers went around trying to get a seat for everyone. They also had a role at the front door discouraging those whom they adjudged to be carrying a sup too much on board to go home rather than heading up the aisle. This became a problem and mass time was changed to 9 o clock. I don’t think they have that same overcrowding situation today with less people attending services.

I was recently at a funeral of a relative in Kinnitty, County Offaly. The church was in a small rural area named Cadamstown and I just loved it when the parish priest and the usher went around getting people a seat .It was a fine day and there was a reluctance of locals and others, including myself, to be ushered up the church and so there was a sizeable group in the church grounds discussing local topics and the state of Offaly hurling and football. It was a nice social occasion despite the circumstances.

Later when the funeral was over, we were all invited back to the community hall where 140 people were served a beautiful meal. Local people acted as ushers, finding seats, serving desserts and making everyone welcome. It was all so nice, friendly, sociable and a relaxed civilised occasion.

I noticed ushers at a few weddings I was at recently and their names were noted in the wedding booklet. They were all young men who were family members or close friends of the groom who were showing people to their seats but were not members of the inner bride and groom party.

I just love those scenes in films when in a courtroom a male attendant leads in the judge. I looked up the dictionary for a fuller meaning of court usher and found this” Court ushers ensure that everyone involved with a court case is present, that they know what they must do during the hearing, as well as providing personal assistance for the judges to whom they are assigned”.

 We all encounter occasions when people are ushered into meetings or concerts because the event is just about to start. The ushering is usually preceded by an announcement over the P.A. 

In newspaper accounts we regularly read that officials and security personnel have quickly ushered the protesters out of the hall after a protest or interruption at a public meeting.

 We have of course got Usher’s Quay in Dublin which reputably is named after a prominent Dublin family named Usher/Ussher who were supposed to be descended from Gilbert de Neville, admiral of William the Conqueror’s fleet in 1066.

In Ashford in County Wicklow, the garden of Ireland, we have the lovely Mount Usher Gardens.

In literature many of us will have encountered that tragic short story by Edgar Allan Poe entitled “The Fall of the House of Usher” and first published in 1839.It was serialized for TV last year by Netflix.

Finally, I refer to the ushers in Dail Eireann who are always immaculately dressed in their state uniform.

I am now happier that I am a trifle more educated about the lovely word usher so whether you are ushering in or out or being ushered in or out there is an absolute certainty that we will all usher in the new year of 2025 at the end of December 2024 with the usual ushering aplomb. Nollaig Shona.

Mick O Callaghan 03/12/2024

Some Listowel Christmas Windows

DIY Christmas Crafts

From the Schools’ Folklore Collection

Candles; “My grandmother used make candles out of the fat of cows.”
My grandmother used make candles out of the fat of cows. She used buy the fat from the butcher and after they killed a cow for their own use. First of all she used put it into a mould and put a cord in the hole at the end of it and knot it. Then she used pull the cord through the mould and pour in the fat and leave it so for a day or two. The candles are about as wide as Christmas candles now.
Patrick Fitzgerald used make baskets out of twigs. The twigs grew near his own house. He used pick them in the month of October and leave them so for a week or two.
My grandmother used spin and weave. The flax used be sown in Spring and pull it in August. They used take it to the bog and put it into a bog hole and leave it so for a couple of weeks. Then they used pound it with a mallet.


Collector- Nora Shine, Address, Derreen, Co. Limerick (Kilbaha School)
Informant, Patrick W. Shine. parent, Address, Derreen, Co. Limerick.

Killarney at Christmas

Their bauble is bigger than ours. I was in this corner of Killarney yesterday dropping off copies of Moments of Reflection to the The Priory Bookshop.

Maurice Walsh Remembered

Killarney; Photo, Chris Grayson

More from St. Patrick’s Day Parade 2024

West Munster English

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“Shiner”, a black eye. Seen on days after a social or a wedding in the west.

” Spacer”, Someone out there or not altogether with it.

 “Spot”, to lend money.

“Stocious”, See “scuttered”.

“Stop the Lights”, a phrase of affirmation, taken from an old RTE quiz

show with Bunny Carr.

“A trot”, is a dance.

” The Merries”, the amusements or after you close your eyes on a Saturday night.

“Twinchy”, See “Doonchie”.

 “Wan”, is a woman.

“A Wiz”‘ an action in a toilet or against a suitable wall.

 “A soft day”, miserable weather.

“After a few scoops”. after a feed of drink.

” Fien “, someone you can’t remember his name.

” Fine piece of stuff “. someone attractive.

 “Grand altogether”. Status quo.

” Hardy man”, a tough cookie.

” Locked”. after a little too many aperitifs.

“Shyster”, someone dodgy.

Then there are a number of local sayings that would make you wonder how they ever started.

“Horse over” ,pIease pass over.

“Missile abroad”, Lets get out of here.

A “show” or a “fright” means a lot of.

“Sham”, is a term of endearment.

And on and on the list is endless.

  Stephen Twohig remembers…Years ago I was lucky enough to be working with a fellow Corkman by the name of Ed Cregan, brother of the local city politician and of the famed fish shops “Dinos”. We were both co pilots and would get together whenever we could. He now spends his time between Cork and Florida.. While both flying for the same Delta Connection commuter one had always to listen on your second radio to the Delta frequency in case they needed to get hold of you. Wherever we were if we heard each other, no matter if I was in Canada and Ed was in New York we would always switch to the second radio and say just one word.

 “Bollox”. There would be a pause and from hundreds of miles away would come back “Langer”! It was our own inside joke and I’m sure there were people all around the Northeast saying,” What was that?”

Meanwhile miles away we were smiling to ourselves, in our own world, far away but a little closer to home.

Maurice Walsh: Revenue official and author of The Quiet Man

Text from the Revenue website and photo I took in Kerry Writers’ Museum

The man behind the story of the film “The Quiet Man” was Maurice Walsh, a Civil Servant and Excise Officer in Revenue, who worked for both the British and Irish administrations. The Oscar winning film, starring John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara, hit the silver screen in 1952, seventy-one years ago. Arguably, it put Cong, Co. Mayo on the map.

Maurice Walsh was born near Listowel, County Kerry in 1879. He received his early education in the local national school, later moving to St Michael’s College, Listowel. After his schooling, the twenty-two-year-old embarked on a career in the Civil Service. He spent a short period in Limerick and in the north of England, before heading to Speyside in the Scottish Highlands, where he took up duties in the distilleries at Moray and Banff. In 1909, he moved back to Ireland, with postings at Ballaghaderreen and Tullamore. He returned to Speyside in Scotland in 1919 and lived in the village of Forres.

Maurice transferred back to Ireland in 1922 when the Irish Free State was formed and took up duty in a Dublin distillery at Chapelizod. He had begun writing short stories in 1908, but it was on his return to Ireland in 1922 that he began writing about his time in Scotland. By 1926 he had his first novel “The Key Above The Door”, set in Moray and the Isle of Skye. Although not an initial success, over the years the book went on to sell a quarter of a million copies. Two more novels followed in quick succession: “While Rivers Run” and “The Small Dark Man”. Maurice’s fame came in 1932 when he wrote a historical work about the Ulster Rebellion, led by Hugh O’Neill and Hugh O’Donnell. The book was called “Blackcock’s Feather”. At this time, he was editor of the Excise Officers’ journal “Cáiniris” and played a major role in the Excise Officer’s Union “Comhaltas Cána”, becoming its General Secretary and later its President.

In 1933, when the Government announced a public service pay cut, civil servants who had transferred from the British Administration to the Irish Free State could opt to retire on full pension. Although Maurice had completed only 33 of his 40 years of service, he opted to retire.

Once retired, Maurice continued writing, and he wrote short stories for various publications in Ireland, England, and the USA. One such story was told in a book titled “The Quiet Man”. It was first published in the Saturday Evening Post on 11 February 1933. It wasn’t long until Hollywood came knocking on his door, enquiring about turning the book into a film. Maurice had just moved house from Inchicore to Blackrock, Co Dublin. The Quiet Man was made into a film in 1952 by John Ford, one of the greatest ever film producers.

Maurice died on 18th February 1964 and was buried at Esker cemetery in Lucan, near to where he had worked many years earlier as an Excise Officer in Chapelizod.

Fishing flies prop at KWM; Maurice was a keen fisherman.

The Maurice Walsh mural in Charles Street

And the Winners are…..

Chris Dennehy and Bobby Cogan won the men’s doubles, Division 2 competition at the Carrigaline Open. The tennis competition was sponsored by Kerry.

A Fact

In Lake Maracaibo in Venezuela, lightening occurs for 10 hours a night for 140 to 160 days a year.

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Santa is Coming

The Curragh; Photo by Éamon OMurchú

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Canon’s Height

This is the entrance to Listowel Town Square from the Tralee side. Some of the old names have been lost but older residents of the town know that this is Canon’s Height leading to the Custom Gap, so called because on fair days Lord Listowel’s agents exacted a toll from people entering the Square to see cattle or produce. The Square was the market place on market day. Once, on a walking tour with Vincent Carmody, I learned that the corner on the right of the picture was also know as Collopy’s Corner as the building on the corner was a hotel owned by a family called Collopy.

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Santa is back on The Lartigue

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Another Listowel Writer

Noel Grimes who now lives in Killarney is another Listowel historian and writer. He has produced this book detailing the devastation wreaked on the people of Killarney by The Great Hunger. There were 7 burial sites in Killarney and at one stage the cathedral was used as a workhouse.

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A Faithful Restoration

This house on William Street is so beautifully restored I just love to stop and admire it. It’s hard to see in my photo but there are two parallel bars across the lower window that I remember from my childhood as serving to keep cattle from damaging the window on a fair day. Some shops had bars that could be removed and erected on the morning of the fair when the cattle were bought and sold on the street.

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In Killarney and Sneem

Jane Darby took this photo in Rosslare when her girls went for a midnight swim.

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Barbara’s Tour Hits Killarney

The next morning, we made our way through Limerick City to Adare.   We stopped off at the quaint village of Adare.  From there, we headed to Killarney.   Once we got to Killarney, we hopped on the jaunting car for a tour of Killarney National Park.   

While on the tour, we drove by the racetrack and found out the Killarney Races was on.   

We had the evening free and what do I do, I head to the races!  I bet on 4 races and won one race winning 42 Euro on a 2.50 Euro bet.  Not bad for one race. 

I treated myself to a steak dinner back in Killarney at The Laurels Pub and Restaurant-highly recommended by my cousin, David Toolan.

    Day 4, a day to remember with glorious sunshine to do one of the most scenic drives in Ireland, Ring of Kerry.  We stopped at Scardiff  Inn or lunch with stunning views of the ocean.  Of course, we visited Sneem and walked around and shopped some more.   

Next stop, Kissane Sheep Farm, no relation at all, a memorable sheepdog performance.  That evening, we had dinner at The Killarney Plaza Hotel where we were staying and a show called, Gaelic Roots at The Avenues.  

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The Two Men in Her Life

The giving away tradition is a lovely one. Eddie Moylan gave away his youngest daughter on Saturday, August 20 2022 in a moving wedding ceremony celebrated by Fr. Donal O’Connor.

Mary Moylan and Dave Murphy soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Murphy.

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A Sign of Hope

This Church Street premises has lain idle for years now. It’s great to see that the new owners are carefully removing the old owners’ name letter by letter to be restored later.

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A Fact to Maker You Laugh

People who laugh a lot are healthier than people who dont. Laughing lowers stress hormones and strengthens the immune system.

Six year olds laugh an average of 300 times a day. Adults laugh an average of 15 to 100 times.

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Muckross, Church Street, Listowel Races in Days Gone By and David Toomey, Endurance Runner

Boats at rest on the Lower Lake, Killarney

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Animals in The National Park

I love seeing this old form of transport in Killarney National Park

These are the famous herd of Kerry cows.

 Here is Cora with Molly as they wait patiently for Daddy to return with the picnic.

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Mullally’s of Church Street 

Armel White alerted me to this. As painters stripped the paint prior to repainting Murphy’s, they revealed the name of the former owners, Mullally, bringing back many memories to Listowel people.

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 Charles’ Street in 2003

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Listowel Races in the Light of Other Days

We won’t be seeing any of these scenes this September. Here are a few old photos just to remind you of better times.

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David Toomey…Man of Iron


David Twomey is Listowel’s very talented town gardener. In Valeria O’Sullivan’s picture from last weekend he is taking part in a gruelling ultra marathon.


David Toomey, on Drung Hill, Mountain Stage, Kells, Co Kerry, undertaking a 200km non stop endurance race – The Kerry Way Ultra Marathon, a daunting 40 hour, 200km, non stop race, which traverses the MacGillycuddy’s Reeks and Iveragh Peninsula, on Ireland’s longest trail route in Ireland. All athletes adhered to social distancing, HSE and Sport Ireland Covid19 guidelines.

Photos:Valerie O’Sullivan


Unfortunately, David suffered a foot injury towards the closing stages and was unable to finish.

Beidh lá eile ag an bPaorach (He’ll live to fight another day)

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