Last June, I spotted this small chapel in Carrick-on-Shannon.
It was closed that day so I was unable to see what the inside might look like.
That was rectified earlier this week when I received Louise’s latest blog.
Many others have probably received the voucher from Tesco entitling you to 5c off per litre of petrol or diesel in one transaction.
I went out of my way to go to Great Gas, near Musgrave Park to realise that even after deducting the 5c, the cost of unleaded was still dearer than the garage that I passed on my way there.
Message To Tesco Marketing Dept. – if the offer is likely to cost a customer rather than benefit, making the offer is likely to lose customers, this one anyway…..
I spotted this sign recently on Pope’s Quay.
My efforts to improve my Irish vocabulary resulted in web searches.
It translates literally as ‘People live in each other’s shadows’ but as I have come to expect with Irish, there are many varied meanings suggested. I list below the ones that I have found in my own order of preference.
No man is an island
United we stand, divided we fall
People need each other
Living in the shadow of each other
We rely on each other for shelter
Man is a social animal
Today is the feast day of St. Fanahan.
Last September, I was early for a meeting in Mitchelstown so stopped to walk to St. Fanahan’s Well. As you might have gathered from previous posts, Holy Wells intrigue me – the possible incorporation of Pagan rituals in Christian religious practices; the cures believed to be as a result of his intervention; and the continued observance of the tradition.
In September, it was a pleasant morning walk down the tree lined path and around the well.
Last Friday, driving back from Co. Kildare with a head cold after a long tiring day, made longer by road works diversions, I stopped again at St Fanahan’s Well – it being within seven days of the feast day. From the time I started walking down the path to my return, I passed about ten people – this being at about 6.00 p.m., dark and wet.
The straightness of the path, especially when lit, is a sight. The tall trees that surround the Well area gathered the soft rain into larger drops which fell from the trees to give the sound of heavier rain that actually fell.
I walked around the path clockwise as practised by those there before me, but the prayers and rosary are not of my religious persuasion so were not said.
The tall straight trees call out to be touched.
Before the M8 Mitchelstown by-pass, it must have offered an extremely peaceful and atmospheric chill-out time. The road traffic noise did impinge on my efforts to clear the head.
Following on yesterday’s blog about the Endurance, I remembered this memorial in Kinsale to Mortimer & Timothy McCarthy.
Timothy was in the lifeboat that set off for the whaling station. McCarthy Island is an island off South Georgia.
Two years later, Timothy’s luck ran out when the tanker, Narragansett, was sunk by torpedo from U-44, south west of Ireland.
He died before his twenty-fifth birthday.
p.s. Ní fhaca mé aon damhsóir gabhail I Gabhal Luimnigh
Another plaque that was shown at the talk on Monday night.
Seemingly, Denny O’Sullivan headed down to the local stores for some flour on his horse and cart. On the way, he stopped to give a lady a lift there also.
She, in return, stood him a drink in the bar which he was drinking when the British Army came into the bar. They did not believe his story and took him out of the bar and he was shot.
Note to self – Kilmichael Commemoration is on Nov 30th.
Last night, I attended a talk on the Kilmichael Ambush. It was given by Donal O’Flynn as part of the Muskerry Local History Society series of talks at Ballincollig RFC.
Donal has a photograph of this plaque at Baile Mhic ĺre. Seemingly, Séamus Ó Liaṫain was shot by the Auxilaries while just sitting down and lighting up his pipe. His death was less than two weeks before the Kilmichael Ambush.
Donal said that it was believed that Séamus Ó Liaṫain was shot by Cecil Guthrie, who survived the ambush, but was killed later by the local I.R.A. and buried in a bog.
Six years later, his body was dug up and he was re-interred in Inchigeela – believed to be the only Auxilary buried in Ireland.
No Such Thing As Bad Publicity – Chapter 17
No it is not a new newspaper.
Just something spotted recently on Devonshire St
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