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Ballyvourney, Listowel’s One Stop Sweet Shop, roadworks at the courthouse an the 2019 Parade

Jim McSweeney


Séipéal Bhaile Mhuirne

I often pass through Ballyvourney on my way to Cork. It’s a lovely little Gaeltacht village full of old world charm and character. One day last week I took a pit stop in the village and I explored the lovely  church. The photos speak for themselves.


One Stop Shop on Church Street

For all your confectionery needs


Gas Works?

Last week they were digging up the pavement at the library plaza.


Listowel St. Patrick’s Day Parade 2019

Some people were in Listowel and some people wish they were.

Steve Scallon LAPD from Monaghan ,Tony Curtin NYPD Clounmacon, Greg Sterns LAPD at the St Patrick’s Day Parade New York. 

(Photo: Facebook)

Philomena Kuhn at her home in Germany

Maria Sham celebrated with her friends in London

Shop Windows, Dancehall Days and Market Street in 2019 and Gapos

Photo: Chris Grayson


Happy Days

Philomena Moriarty (now Kuhn) has many happy memories of growing up in Listowel. Recently she shared on Facebook some memorabilia of her dancing days.

1959…Philomena’s first dance. Dancing was always and still is one of her favourite activities.

Left to right: Bernie Sullivan, Marie Canty, Danny Shine, Beata Keane and Philomena

Left to right: Bernie Sullivan, Philomena Moriarty, Ann Flaherty and Helen Rohan.


St. Patrick’s window Displays 

Photos from a year in the 1980s or early 90s by Danny Gordon


Flower bed at an Iconic Corner of Listowel

Tarrant’s Garage at the old mart entrance is enhanced by these lovely raised beds.


Mai Fitz’s Then, Gapos Now

Recently the lovely people who run this restaurant closed for a short while. They posted this endearing message on their door.

In case of any misunderstanding, Gapo’s is open and it’s business as usual in this lovely place to eat.

Communion Day at The Convent, Artistic Windows, old stamps and a laugh

Chris Grayson’s Robin


Presentation Convent Then and Now

Philomena Moriarty Kuhn posted a series of photos on Facebook remembering her First Holy Communion. It was the custom to have a communion breakfast in the convent after the ceremony and the children used to pose for photos in the beautiful convent garden.

This kind of commemorative picture has been kept for years.

Isn’t Philomena the picture of innocence?

When she was holidaying in Listowel in 1966 Philomena returned to the convent and here are some of the photos she took.

The convent garden and chapel hold many happy memories for Listowel  people.

Below is the old convent building as it is today.


Artistic Windows

Listowel shopkeepers got behind the recent visual arts event by decorating their windows appropriately


Some Old Stamps

I came across these when I was tidying up.

The lady depicted here is waving a traditional “crios” the old fashioned way.

Look how the cost of postage has increased.


Vincent Doyle sent us a laugh


Famous Victory

My son- in law, Seán had two reasons to celebrate last week. The GAA powers that be caved in to people pressure and allowed Kildare to play Mayo at home in Newbridge, as planned.

The icing on the cake was a sweet victory for Kildare.

A May altar, A Love Story and Guerins of Convent Street

May altar in Knockanure Church photographed by a local photographer

Bring flow’rs of the fairest,
Bring blossoms the rarest,
From garden and woodland
And hillside and vale;
Our full hearts are swelling,
Our glad voices telling
The praise of the loveliest
Rose of the vale.

O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May,
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May.


On the trail of illustrious ancestors

Roz Scharf and her sister are coming from Australia to conduct some further research on their ancestors. One of their ancestor was deported for his Whiteboy activities.

Gerard Curtin

Religion and Social Conflict during the Protestant Crusade in West Limerick 1822-49

Winter edition 2003

The Old Limerick Journal

quote from the historian Maurice Lenihan,  writing in 1867, may have been Edmond/Edward with his surname changed or misremembered?

The first dancer I ever met – he was the first in Munster, Leinster or Ulster, 

an inventor, sir, of dancing himself – his name was “Edward Ellard;* he was a 

Kerryman, sir. He danced Irish dancing with any man that ever laid foot to flure 

[floor]. He was unequalled at the Moneen Jig. Oh! to see him dance it, you 

would go any distance or spend any time; it was delightful, sir – aye, I say 

delightful! The Moneen Jig, you know, or ought to know, is the best dance that 

ever was known – a true, real, undoubted Irish dance; it would dazzle your eyes 

to see it danced, sir. Well, Ellard was transported for life! He got at the head of 

a great number of rebels, and he attacked the home of a gentleman where he 

was teaching, and was informed against by one of his own party, and sent over 

the seas for life! Oh, he was a great teacher – he taught myself …. He was a  

native of Listowel, in the county of Kerry – a great man entirely. 

Anyone know anything about this fellow?


Philomena and Peter …A Story of Enduring Love

This is a recent photo of Philomena and Peter on a holiday in Prague

I asked Philomena to tell me her story and she did. I’m looking forward to meeting her when she comes for her Irish holiday later in the summer. She is bringing her photograph album.

Philomena Moriarty Kuhn

I was born in Listowel, lived in O’Connell’s Avenue and I attended the convent primary school and then the  secondary school for two years. I went to Germany in August 1962 for a week’s training with a view to coming back to work in the Listowel factory.  Jowika was the first factory to come to Listowel. It was later Stag. I never intended to leave home for  good. I love the Irish culture, dancing, singing, just the Irish way of life which I still miss.

I met Peter in 1963, shortly before it was time for me to go home. (What will be, will be, as they say) I left Germany in November 1963 with the intention of going back again in January but unfortunately I got T.B.  I was in Edenburn hospital from January to September of 1964.

That summer Peter came to visit me. I got out of hospital for a few days so he stayed in Listowel. Afterwards when I went back to hospital he stayed in Tralee. Bunny Dalton knew a family in Tralee and they put him up. They were the Ryans of Stacks Villas. The first two days they drove him out to Edenburn, so that he would learn the way. Then they gave him a bike and he cycled out to visit me every day for two weeks.

I think the nuns felt sorry for him as they took him into the convent for his dinner every day. I don’t know they communicated as he had very little English but somehow it worked.

The nuns were very good. My favourite was Sr. Laurence. I kept in contact with her for years after leaving Edenburn. My first Christmas card every year came from Sr. Laurence. I visited her years later with my family. She was then in the Bon Secours Hospital in Cork as Edenburn was closed down.

Once a week a group of Irish singers and dancers used to come from Tralee to Edenburn to put on a show. There was a little hall on the hospital grounds. Those of us who were on the road to recovery were allowed to get dressed and go there. I used to look forward to  Thursday evenings. Many friends from Listowel and Tralee came to visit me while I was there. I was really surprised the day Bunny Dalton and John B. Keane came. When I was discharged John B. sent a car to bring me home. That’s what’s nice about living in a small town; everyone knows everyone and helps when help is needed. I’m afraid that has changed now. When I come home and take a walk up the Avenue it’s all closed doors., not like long ago when the doors were always open and the neighbours sat outside chatting and welcomed one home. I know life goes on and things change. Still it makes me sad.

I was sad to see that my old school was knocked down as I was hoping one day to go through my old classrooms. Also I thought it a pity that Clieveragh Bridge was knocked down but I suppose it couldn’t cope with the heavy traffic.

When you live away from home, you always hope that when you come home everything will be just the same as when you left. We know that isn’t possible as life goes on and things change. It’s a dream one has of wanting everything to be the same as it was when you left.

There is a song I love sung by Mike Galvin from Killorglin. It’s called Dublin in my Tears. This beautiful song describes how I feel when I come home. I call it Kerry in my Tears.

To finish my story, I was discharged fro Edenburn in September 1964. I went back to work in the factory in May 1965 and I wen t back to Germany in October’65. I got married to Peter in 1967. We have two children, three grandchildren and two great grandchildren, bless them.


From the John Hannon Archive

Do you remember when it looked like this?


Eugene Moriarty, Family and Friends

James Kenny took this photo in Market Street after Eugene Moriarty cycled into town at the end of Stage 3 of Rás Tailteann 2018. He was surrounded by family, neighbours and friends.


An Appeal for help

Hi Listowel 

I am still looking for any information on any Flavin in Listowel or elsewhere who is interested in

Family history. I am particularly interested in any photos that might exist of Michael Joseph Flavin 1916-1985. 




Friends Returning from Mass in the sunshine of may 2018

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