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: The Big Wind

Soldiers’ Houses

Market Street, February 2025

A Kerry Castle

The Big Wind in Family History

Lauren Davis wrote the following letter to us in October 2020:

Hi Mary ~
I wanted to let you know how much we’ve been enjoying your blog lately. Even with little “new”news to report on, you are keeping our interest here in America! My ancestors left Listowel around 1870 so even “news” from the 19th century in County Kerry is fascinating for me. For instance, when a piece you posted a few days ago said,
 “For three quarters of a century afterwards the people in this district and in North Kerry generally recorded events from the year the boat was drowned” or from the night of the big wind”.”I got so excited! Our family’s stories mention that my 2x great grandmother was born “the night of the big wind.” (She actually was born a few days before but everybody remembered her birth in connection with the storm.) My own granddaughter was just born a month ago here in Oregon. I’m sure we will be remembering her birth as “the time of the big wild fires.” Just knowing that other people from Co. Kerry remembered events the way my family did makes me feel so much more connected to our ancestral home.

Thank you for all that you do! Please keep it up!

Lauren Carroll Davis

Sisters, Oregon

Hens and Eggs

Photo; Chris Grayson

Egg prices in the US have risen by 20% due to the many outbreaks of bird flu.

Did you read about the egg heist in Pennsylvania when 100,000 eggs were stolen? I must admit that with the CEO’s name given as Flocco and references to scrambling to improve security and cracking down on theft I think maybe the story was a wind up.

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Soldiers’ Houses

Since Carmel Hanrahan raised the subject, I have been fascinated by the story of the soldiers’ houses in Cahirdown.

A helpful blog follower told me that the late Gerry O’Carroll had written about them in his memoir. I borrowed it from the library.

So True

So, grief walked up to love, 
and asked if it would dance. 
Love blamed grief for everything
and rudely answered “no chance.”

Grief stood there watching love. 
Knowing there was nothing it could do. 
It shared in every teardrop 
and felt the heartache too. 

Love hated grief so fiercely,
and prayed for it to go away. 
Grief could never leave though
and it was here to stay. 

Every day it asked the same question, 
“Love, please dance with me.”
Everyday was met with the answer
“Please just leave me be.”

Grief and love shared every moment.
Every thought was just the same. 
Every day they fought a battle,
Of love along with blame. 

Grief finally stopped asking, 
and pulled love to its chest. 
Together they swayed to memories,
and shared their empty nest. 

Grief never let go of love again. 
They made better music as one. 
After all if there was no love, 
then grief wouldn’t belong…

Joanne Boyle ~ Heartfelt 

A Fact

In 1978 the song Mull of Kintyre by Wings went to No. 1 in January.

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The Big Wind of 1839

in The Square in February 2025

The Other Big Wind

While some people are still reeling from the devastation of Storm Eowyn, let’s look for a minute at the legendary big wind of 1839. With no internet and only the most primitive of weather forecasting, people had no warning that such a weather event (It was a cyclonic storm.) was imminent. Houses and other buildings were not as well constructed as they are nowadays. In 1839 no one thought of giving a storm a name so it was always known as The Big Wind or Oíche na Gaoithe Móire. It passed into legend, embellished by storytellers for generations and it became a milestone in Irish history.

January 6 1839, Ireland was under a blanket of snow as people headed to mass to celebrate Little Christmas, the feast of Epiphany. The weather was mild during the day but towards evening the wind began to rise. By midnight it was blowing a gale and structural damage was being done under the cover of darkness.

The bell of St. Patrick’s Cathedral in Dublin was blown out of the steeple. Chimneys were blown down igniting thatched roofs and houses were destroyed. Many people reported thinking it was the end of the world. 250,000 trees were blown down, taking with them the nesting habitats of many wild birds. Crow and jackdaw numbers fell to near extinction shortly after the storm. Farmyard hens were blown up to a distance of half a mile. In Dublin the rear wall of Guinness Brewery was blown down and nine brewery horses were killed.

The estimated number of human casualties was 300. Many of these unfortunate souls were drowned when 42 ships went down. In Clifden alone 17 fishermen were drowned trying to make their way home.

( Information from an Irish Independent article by Dr. Patrick McGarty)

Credit Where Credit is Due

I published this poem last week. I found it on a Facebook page and I cut and pasted it as it was. Then Lauren Davis got in touch to say that she was familiar with the poem and the poet is not anonymous at all.

Hi Mary, We have a version of the “Speak Gently” poem in our church hymnal. It’s one of my favorites! It is attributed to the American poet, David Bates (1809-1870).

Lauren lives in Oregon.

Humans of Longford

I love this image and story. No Listowel connection that I know of.

Here’s a photo from Longford in the 1960s ( thanks to Longford Library) .

The photo was taken at the entrance to a goods store ( now a car park) on Earl Street, at the foot of the railway bridge, leading to Park Road and Teffia. Note the ad for Oldtime Irish Marmalade on the billboard, in the background.

The horse and dray and the smartly dressed CIE  man are delivering Guinness kegs to the many pubs ( 44 ?) that traded in Longford back then .

The wagons  from the goods train used to be shunted into a siding , some into the relative protection of a goods shed ( still standing). There was a small crane ( still there too ) to lift the heavier goods off the wagons. 

On one memorable day, elephants were even unloaded at the spot – they were transported by train as part of a famous circus, which was held  in the Fair Green(  Mollihans Furniture store there now).

( Actually, I’m still trying to contact the former CIE driver  [ for Humans] who told me he was the only CIE man in the world to shovel elephant shit .)

Certainly it was a different world in the 60s but there  were storms then too – a massive one in 1961 when the Market House ( Dealz now) was burned to the ground  and, if memory serves me right, 15 were killed nationwide.

Finally and hopefully,  someone will fill us in on more details of the man in the photo  – I can just remember him as a smartly dressed  kind, gentle man and I think he lived on Park Road.

Is Listowel the Richest Town in Ireland?

The story of Kerry Group’s share bonanza in this week’s Farmers’ Journal states that, of the many happy people who shared in the spoils, 736 people gave a Listowel address.

Here is the link to the story;
https://www.farmersjournal.ie/is-listowel-the-richest-little-town-in-ireland-855095

A Fact and its Source

On the same day that I learned that birds don’t pee, I came upon this great fact book in a charity shop. I had to share this enlightening fact with you.

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