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Knocknagoshel, a Bike Park for Tralee and The Imeldist

Listowel Arms Hotel at Christmas 2019



I was back in Knocknagoshel after Christmas. I asked Kieran in the shop why,  when they made those souvenir fridge magnet signs, they made them of a dirty signpost.

He told me that it is not actually dirt on the sign. It’s an effect of weathering that makes them look like that. “If you go up to the graveyard,” he said, “You’ll see what I mean.”

So I did just that and, sure enough, the sign at the cemetery looks just like that.

Knocknagoshel cemetery is in a lovely location on a hilltop overlooking the rolling hills of North Kerry. Here it is.


More on The Imeldist

Research on line found that the Imeldist had some famous contributors over the years. I found the cv of the artist, Louise Béhal Price online in an ad for an exhibition of her work last April in a US town called DeKalb

Through My Eyes,” an exhibition of paintings by Rochelle artist Louise Béhal Price, will be featured from April 1 through 27 at The Art Box in DeKalb.

Born and raised in Ireland and educated by the Sisters of Mercy, Louise Béhal had always been interested in art because of her great natural talent. She won local awards, and several of her pieces were published in The Imeldist, a widely distributed Catholic publication.

At 16, she moved to Spain and enrolled in the San Jordi School of Fine Arts of the University of Barcelona, graduating with a bachelor’s degree with an emphasis in painting, and a master’s degree in art education. She taught English as a second language in Bilbao, Spain, and continued to paint until she met her husband, Tom Price, who was in the Peace Corps.They moved to Ireland, where Louise ran a business matching Spanish students to Irish homes to learn English. After a few years, the business sold and she and her family moved to the U.S. Béhal Price continued to make art while raising her three children, entering and winning prizes in local competitions. As an adjunct professor she temporarily taught painting and life drawing at Kishwaukee College.

Dedicating herself to painting and drawing in her home studio, Béhal Price takes in commission work for landscapes and portraitures in oil paint and charcoal. As time allows, she shows her work locally and attends a drawing group with professor emeritus Louis Mustari and other local artists.

The paintings of Béhal Price reflect a mystique – a certain light and color that can only be attributed to Ireland. She will capture a serene image of a countryside, centuries old castles and mills by rivers and ponds framed with greenery enriched by the currents of the North Atlantic Ocean and the Irish Sea.


Bike Park for Tralee

Radio Kerry reported that plans are being made too develop an urban bike park in Tralee 

Duagh, Little Women, The Imeldist and a new song

Parish Church, Duagh, Co, Kerry



Photo Credit; Taneka Bishop


Remember The Imeldist

I am still anxious to find anyone who kept one of these or better still someone who wrote for this mini magazine.

I have done a bit of digging and I found that the booklet was first published in 1921 by Fr. Finbarr Ryan O.P. who was then the prior of St. Mary’s,  Popes Quay, in Cork.

I found a few old copies for sale on eBay and other auction sites.


Little Women

The film, Little Women is the one to see these days.  Saoirse Ronan in the role of Jo is being lauded as as triumph and she is tipped for an Oscar.

This has led to speculation on social media as to how Louisa May Alcott may have felt were she to know about this piece of casting. 

The following piece is being shared widely online.


Foley’s Field by John McGrath and Neil Brosnan

Foley’s Field

Written by John McGrath and Neil Brosnan, September 2019 and sung by Neil at John B’s, Listowel, January 2020

Never did what I was told. I dug the field but not for gold,

Though long ago my father told me how.‘Forget the cows,’ the old man said, ‘to make it pay, plant trees instead,
This boggy ground is far too poor to plough.’
But land, like poetry, draws you back, to write a line and leave your track.
Dry summers gave a glimpse of buried store.
I dug where mighty trees had grown, where cows had grazed and crops were sown
And men had thrived two thousand years before.

‘Too poor to plough,’ my father said, ‘Forget the cows, plant trees instead.

Plant trees and then sit back and watch them grow.’

But I was wilful, I was bold, and far too smart to heed the old,

With much to learn and still too young to know.

Golden roots of deal I found, and as I raised them from the ground

I filled each space with fine and fertile soil.

Now the grass grows sweet and green, the finest sward you’ve ever seen,

A rich reward for all those years of toil.

‘Plant trees, my son,’ the old man said, but I dug deep for trees long dead

And found the gold of myth and ancient lore.

Now I sit beside the fire. I watch the bog-deal blazing higher

And drink a toast to all who’ve dug before. 

‘Too poor to plough,’ my father said ‘Forget the cows, plant trees instead.

Plant trees and then sit back and watch them grow.’

But I was wilful, I was bold, and far too smart to heed the old,

With much to learn and still too young to know.

John McGrath


Road Closure

Duagh, The Imeldist, Listowel Friday Market and Australian Wildfires

Ballybunion in late December 2019


Nollaig na mBan

Today is Jan 6th, the feast of the Epiphany, when the three wise men made it to the stable in Bethlehem. Its the day when we put the last three figures into the crib only to take it all down shortly afterwards as we pack Christmas away for another year. This year I did a bit of a tour of the local cribs. I’ll bring a few photos later on although I think most people are ready to leave the festive season behind by now.


Fr. Pat Moore R.I.P.

Duagh people remembered their good friend and beloved parish priest at Christmas time 2019


Do You Remember This?

The Imeldist was a little booklet published by the Dominicans and sold in schools around

the country. It was filled with little moral stories and poems.  If anyone kept one please share it with us.


Listowel Friday Market

I subscribe to en email service from Google called Google Alerts. Every so often I get an email alerting me to something that is happening in town. Sometimes it’s news, sometimes it’s not. Last week this was what it sent to me. 

Listowel Farmers’ Market is a the longest-running food market in Kerry with tens years under its belt. It is a hubbub of activity every Friday and brings vibrant life to the town square. You can’t miss it!

Address: The Square, Listowel 

Date/Time: Fridays 9am-2pm 

Contact: Anita Bodenham 

Phone: (087) 3936698 

E mail;

Maybe someone is making a New Year’s resolution to take a stand at the market. Maybe someone reading this has a great business idea and this might just be the impetus he needs to take his business to the Square on a Friday. Despite its title, I dont think there are too many farmers there these days.


Pray for Australia

This reflection comes from the Redemptorists in Australia

Inexhaustible fire!

The climate is changing. The oceans are warming and drying lands have become frighteningly fire prone. Global warming bears down on humanity and indeed all of nature. Seasonally on red horizons and under black skies the world witnesses more frequent and ferocious bush fires, wild fires, forest and grassland fires.

Most people marvel at the interrelated systems that make up the universe and which have birthed the living earth, our home. Humans gazing into nature’s mirror see themselves as part of earth’s systems and know now it is time for systemic change. For such change to take root we have become urgently aware that humanity has a part to play.

Not only are humans the children of the earth, we are its stewards. Today people know that partisan responses to a warming earth are at least passé and at most irresponsibly destructive. They know that unless nations, vested interests, political parties and people on the street get beyond partisanship the earth will continue to burn as humanity flounders in a vale of tears.

Speaking of fire, Chilean poet Pablo Neruda (1904-73) mused: “Of all the fires, love is the only inexhaustible one.” It seems therefore that only love and its derivatives – respect, listening, cooperation and commitment will guide humanity to the new heaven and new earth of divine promise and human hope.

God of the universe, move our hearts, clear our minds and lead all peoples to bless the earth with a love for all that is good, all that is generous and holy, all that has been given us. Come Holy Spirit and renew the face of the earth. Amen.

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