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

Tag: Listowel Ball Alley

Races 2021, Baby Joy and more photos from Ballylongford

Listowel Races 2021 by Bridget O’Connor

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Just another Working Day

Pat Healy of Healyracing working on The Island on Monday.

Gordon Elliot, trainer, back in Listowel for another year.

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Welcome Baby Aoife

What a blessing! I get to hold the hand of my newest granddaughter.

(The painted nails are the remains of the wedding.)

Aoife with her Mammy, Clíona Cogan McKenna. Aoife is 2 months old.

Aoife has her Daddy wrapped around her little finger already.

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Ball Alley Transformation

Listowel Ballalley has had many makeovers. The latest is a series of lovely murals by local artists. Paul (not so local), Erin and Eimear were hard at work when I visited at the weekend. The murals are a work in progress and we should have the grand launch soon.

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Old Post Box

At Kelly’s, The Six Crosses

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We all grow into our mothers eventually

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Last few from the Blacksmithing Festival

There was lots more than smithing going on in Ballylongford on Saturday September 25 2021. There were pony rides for the children, a wandering musician, stalls with vintage stuff for sale and other side shows.

This “lord and lady’ were dressed in period costume, sword and all.

Indoors I met my friend, Dan Hartnett, with lots of vintage tools, cutlery and miscellaneous stuff.

Another seller had these colourful tin signs.

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Tralee Town Park in May 2021 and Handball Memories Sought

Photo credit; Bridget O’Connor

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In Childers’ Park

Out and about with pets in Listowel Town Park

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Schools’ Folklore, Clandouglas School

This story was told to the writer by William McElligott, a farmer of 65 years of age from Glenoe between Listowel and Tralee. He was bred and born there and still lives there. He told me that Gleann na Léime was so called from Finn Mac Cumhail who used to hunt in that district with his Fianna. It is said he jumped from one side of the glen to the other a distance of 500 feet and that he attempted to jump it back again but failed. He fell in the rocks between the two hills. His footprints are still to be seen six inches deep in the solid rock. He then threw a stone 2 tons in weight, and it alighted in a meadow 3/4 miles away in a field in Mr. McElligott’s farm. That meadow is still called Rockfield. The stone stands there still, five feet under and five feet over the ground.


There is another field in Mr. McElligott’s farm called “Andy’s meadow” . He always heard the tradition that in the time of the “White Boys” they used to practise drilling there. It is believed that guns were hidden there.

The same man, Mr. Wm. McElligott, Glenoe told me the following story which was told him by his father who died years ago.
One night he, the father, got out of bed to look at a field of corn as he was afraid the cows would break in to it. He found one heifer in the corn, and he set the dog on her. The dog drove the heifer out of the cornfield + followed her a circuitous route to the house, the man himself coming across the fields in the direction of the house too. When crossing one field he heard the galloping of horses and cracking of whips and he had to run to get out of the way of a number of horsemen. When he reached the fence he looked again and saw them steering their course for the wild bog and they were soon out of sight.
When the man reached the house, he found both dog and heifer in the yard. He tied the heifer in the stall and went to bed. In a short time after the heifer appeared outside the window of the room, bellowing. He remained in bed until morning, when he got out and dressed.

He went to the stall to see if the heifer was there. There she was tied, as he had left her earlier in the night.
COLLECTOR Margaret Shanahan

INFORMANT Mr William Mc Elligott

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Changes in Town

Grape and Grain, Church Street
Number 18 Church Street

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Remembering the Handball Alleys

I have been contacted by Caoimhe about this exciting new project. Below is her call out to everyone with any memories of Listowel Handball Alley. Maybe you have played there, courted there, took part in a decorating project there…any memory at all, Caoimhe wants to hear from you. She will be in town in the next few weeks. If you’d like to talk to her to share a memory drop me a line at listowelconnection@gmail.com

IN YOUR WORDS…

Do you have a handball alley tale to tell? 

Airy, natural, honest, unadorned – handball alleys are magical spaces full of stories – we’re creating a collection & would love to hear YOURS.  Get involved by contacting Caoimhe at broadreach@coisceim.com with memories of your handball alley. We are welcoming stories in written form via email, but Caoimhe will also be visiting Listowel in the coming weeks so if you would like to tell your tale and have it recorded or transcribed – just let us know!

Find out more at https://coisceim.com/inthemagichour/ or email broadreach@coisceim.com for further details.

IN THE MAGIC HOUR is presented as part of Brightening Air | Coiscéim Coiligh, a nationwide, ten day season of arts experiences brought to you by Arts Council Ireland. To see the full Brightening Air | Coiscéim Coiligh programme, visit www.brighteningair.com

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Believe It or Not

The man who sent the world’s first email in 1971 can’t remember what it said.

(Source; 1339 Facts to make your Jaw Drop)

Ball Alley, Mike O’Donnell Cartoons and A Little Known Fact

Blue tit photographed byChris Grayson

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Listowel Ball Alley Remembered

Memories of the ball alley in Listowel

When school was o’re, our hearts would soar,

At meals we would not dally,

With homework done, to seek our fun,

We’d wander to the alley.

To toss that ball against the wall,

And combat every rally,

With pouring sweat we’d play‘til death

Those games within our alley.

With left hand or right we’d try our might,

Until the grand finale,

But win or lose, how we’d enthuse

On those games played down the alley

Each game was fought, the prize was sought,

The marker counts his tally,

The match was won at twenty one,

‘Twas victory in the alley

But time moves on, the youth now gone,

No more do young men sally

To toss that ball against the wall

Of my beloved alley

Yet, memories hold of comrades old

Until the last reveille,

Of times gone by which brought such joy

Those days spent down the alley

Junior Griffin


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 Mike O’Donnell Cheers us in Lockdown


We are familiar with Mike O’Donnell’s artwork in murals all over Tralee. During the Covid 19 emergency he is confined to his desk but he is continuing to entertain and enthralling us with daily cartoons on Twitter. When the book of this unprecedented time in our history is written, Mike’s illustrations would be the ideal accompaniment, telling the story in sketches.



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A Bit of Home Schooling



I intend to tell you a fun fact or two while we’re all in isolation.

 Can you test if a “gold” coin is fake by biting into it?

The answer is no.

The theory behind this old trick in pirate movies is linked to the fact that gold is a soft metal.

Gold, indeed, is a soft metal but gold coins are never pure gold. All gold coins minted in the U.K. and the U.S. since 1538 contain copper.

St. Michaels Graveyard, the Ball Alley and my day in Philip’s Bookshop, Mallow

November 2019

November is the month when we remember our loved ones who have gone before us.

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Listowel Ball Alley

For many men of a certain age, growing up  in Listowel is narked by memories of hours spent in the town’s ball alley. Below is the poem Junior Griffin wrote, remembering those halcyon days when his childhood entertainment revolved around the alley.


Memories of the ball alley in Listowel

When school was o’re, our hearts would soar,

At meals we would not dally,

With homework done, to seek our fun,

We’d wander to the alley.

To toss that ball against the wall,

And combat every rally,

With pouring sweat we’d play‘til death

Those games within our alley.

With left hand or right we’d try our might,

Until the grand finale,

But win or lose, how we’d enthuse

On those games played down the alley

Each game was fought, the prize was sought,

The marker counts his tally,

The match was won at twenty one,

‘Twas victory in the alley

But time moves on, the youth now gone,

No more do young men sally

To toss that ball against the wall

Of my beloved alley

Yet, memories hold of comrades old

Until the last reveille,

Of times gone by which brought such joy

Those days spent down the alley

Junior Griffin


 This is how the alley looks now, replastered and repainted in preparation for the light show that was part of Féile an tSolais 2019.

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What a tree!

On the banks of The Feale

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My Friends, Mary and Paddy

I ran into  this lovely couple, Mary and Paddy McElligott  on Bridge Road. They were in town for a wedding and were fitting in a quick walk  before the wedding feast.

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A Minute of Your Time in Good Company





Flavins’of Church St. Listowel

I’m in the new Irish titles section in Philip’s Bookshop in Mallow, between Listowel’s Billy Keane who came to my book launch and RTE’s Brian O’Connell who didn’t.

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My Mallow Signing



Since I come from that corner of the world, many of my Cork friends and relations were in Philip’s Bookshop on Saturday to celebrate with me.

My two most loyal supporters and friends, Bridget and Geraldine came from The Kingdom to hang out with me in Mallow.

This is Marion Moynihan, my late sister’s great friend who has never forgotten her over all these years. Marion came from Ennis.

Margo Anglim and I met on our first day in UCC and we have been friends since. Here we are with her husband, Eamon Kelly. They came from Dublin to support me.

Anne Leneghan is the daughter of my old Kanturk neighbours, Peter and Rita. I used to drive Anne to school when she was a pupil and I a teacher in Scoil Mhuire. Anne, a nurse was just off night duty but she made it to Mallow.

Elizabeth Breen is my niece just back from the rugby world cup in Japan. Next to her is my first cousin, Norah Ahern Rahilly. Norah and I are doubly related. Our fathers were brothers and they married first cousins., Norah’s daughter  is next and then me .

Darina Allen was signing her books with a sharpie.

There were 6 authors signing on the day. One of them was Darina Allen and she was also the judge of the Bake off. My granddaughter, Róisín, who was the youngest entrant won a special prize for her lemon drizzle slices . She got a big rosette and a copy of Darina’s latest book signed for her by Darina.

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