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Victims of the War – But Which War?

15/8/2018

Quite a few blog posts hereabouts have been accompanied by the expression that ‘it is a bad day when one does not learn something new’.

Last week, I learned something completely new. Upto then, I would have thought that it could not have been true. It was so ‘not a bad day’.

Private A. George died 21st March, 1921

Serjeant F. Boxold died 11th February, 1921

Those of you who regularly pass by these pages are probably aware of my interest in Commonwealth War Graves – the inscriptions; the dates; the distances travelled; the alias; the location; and, the neighbours in the graveyard.

I had understood that such headstones were erected to those who had died in the World Wars or slightly after as a consequence of action in a World War.

If a Book Could Only Talk

24/12/2017

This book was recently taken down from an attic in Ennis where it resided for probably close to 50 years. It is assumed that it belonged to the man who built the house but he was educated in Partry, Co. Mayo where he was born in 1918.

The web educates that fifth edition of the book was published in 1910. There is nothing to say whether this copy is a first or later edition.

Among those thanked in the Preface is an tAthair Pearar Ó Laoghaire, who died in 1920 and is buried in Castlelyons where Thomas Kent was reinterred in 2016. Seán Ó Catháin and Diarmaid Ó Foghludha are also thanked and, if I found the correct men, they died in 1937 and 1924 respectively, and were involved in Irish education.

sJames Griffin of Main Street in Dingle has his name written in the book. The 1911 Census reveals that there was only one James Griffin in Main Street, Dingle, the then youngest of ten children living with shopkeeper Michael and his wife, Kate. Their house was at 33 Main Street.

Having gone up and down the street on Google, very few premises have numbers on their doors. Even fewer appear to have the building number on their website or on weblistings. My best guess is that the south side (Foxy John’s; Benners) have odd numbers and the north side (Currans; St James’ Church) have the even numbers.

Number 33 would appear to be in or around McKenna’s . My mind supposes that young James Griffin, as one who had no problem with writing his name in many locations, was more interested in playing around the corner on Dykegate Street rather than perfecting the art of Irish Composition. The fact that at 4 his parents did not consider him able to speak either Irish or English, adds to that image.

I can understand how the book travelled from Partry to Ennis and why it resided in an attic for 50 years but am intrigued as to who Pat Carroll was; was he the second of three owners of the book; where was he living.

How the book got from Dingle to Partry is another riddle remaining unsolved.

I don’t think I have ever before enjoyed a book so much without reading it.

Seán Ó Ríordáin b. 1916.12.03

3/12/2017

Today’s listing from Stair na hÉireann advised that on this day in 1916, Séan Ó Ríordáin was born.

This prompted a reminder to self to finish the grouping of the very many photographs and start uploading here. I have spent a while this afternoon putting together the different aspects relating to Seán Ó Ríordáin that I have encountered in the past few years – as well as a bit of a distraction on YouTube.

SEE ALL HERE

It has also provided a reminder to get back to the exercise of using the poems of Ó Ríordáin to increase my vocabulary.

Michael O’Riordan, b. 12 Nov. 1917

22/11/2017

Touch history while you can

I remember, about 25 years ago, speaking with J and N whose job involved visiting a Nursing Home in Mid-Cork once or twice a week. They mentioned that one of the residents had been involved at the Kilmichael Ambush.

At that time, I knew next to nothing of Kilmichael; Cadet Cecil Guthrie; or the effect the ambush and the death of Terence MacSwiney had in heightening tensions so that when the British Army were ambushed at Dillon’s Cross on the night of 11th December, 1920, it led to the Burning of Cork.

If I had the knowledge and interest then, the chance to hear first-hand of that period may have been available – an opportunity that passed by.

From even further back than 25 years, I remember seeing Michael O’Riordan on the television, particularly in and around election times. I remember him speaking on behalf of the Communist Party of Ireland.

I had no knowledge of his involvement in the Spanish Civil War; or, his book, The Connolly Column which led Christy Moore to write Viva La Quinta Brigada – a book that POF kindly gifted to me and which has come down off the shelf and onto the ‘For Reading’ pile.

Indeed, I had little knowledge as to the Spanish Civil War. That interest was piqued many years later, some years after Michael O’Riordan had passed away aged 90.

I would like to think that I would have sought out an opportunity to listen first hand to his experiences in Spain – but that possible chance to touch history had passed unaware.

Last Saturday, I spotted a wreath on Pope’s Quay in the distinctive Republican colours. Very many thanks to Pat Cadogan.

I stood, with my 11 year old, and we again remembered – leaving a small memento.

Sunday, I watched again the Cathal O’Shannon documentary ‘Even the Olives are Bleeding’ and a documentary on Michael O’Riordan where it is suggested that the first communist in Ireland might have been St. Finnbarr.

All of which is a reminder to self to grasp those opportunities and experiences that might be passing by……..

Connolly Column - Dedication

Irishtown and Englishtown

22/1/2017

Some time ago, I learned of the origins of the placename and expression “Irishtown” from author/playwright, Cónal Creedon.

Cónal published his Second City Trilogy under the name Irishtown Press which demanded of me to ask the question. When I did ask, I learned.

Cork was originally a walled city based around North and South Main Streets. There were gates at either end with bridges over the river – North Gate Bridge (Griffith Bridge) and South Gate Bridge.

The native Irish were not permitted or able to reside within the walled city and so created a community outside – not too far away, but outside.

In Cork, the native Irish created an enclave close to Shandon. This place became known as Irishtown, the town of the Irish.

I knew of an Irishtown in Dublin, close to Ringsend. Logainm advises that there are 20 such places in the country.

This morning, I had a very pleasant couple of hours around Limerick. As well as seeing the location of the old wall of Irishtown, I discovered that there was also an Englishtown. Upto then, I had assumed that the walled town or city was called Dublin, Cork, Limerick or wherever and the outside area called Irishtown.

“Later, however, as the Anglo-Saxon influence began to make itself felt, the Normans themselves came under pressure and laws were enacted to inhibit their assimilation into the Gaelic way of life. The city was closed to the Irish and they were compelled to live outside the walls, on the site of the present Shandon and Blarney Streets in the north and French’s Quay and Barrack Street in the south. Even to this day some of the older residents refer to Blarney Street as ‘Irishtown’ “

The Story of Cork – Sean Beecher (1971)

Logainm lists 7 Englishtowns in the island of Ireland – but its location for the Limerick one differs from the location of this sign.

Limerick’s Life does provide some interesting history on the bridge between Irishtown and Englishtown.

I repeat, it is a bad day when one does not learn something new.

A Photograph Paints a Thousand Words

18/11/2016

Well, maybe not a thousand – a thousand is a lot for a ten year old.

Spot the escape route

Remembering The Seanchaí

11/8/2016

2015

I have been to Gneeveguilla only once. Entering the village as the light was fading on a lazy Sunday evening, I never expected that it would inspire a streak of inquisitiveness that has led to very many dots of historical information that are now connected in my web of a brain. Neither did I expect that a year later, the visit would prompt a visit to the theatre for a very enjoyable performance.

Leaving my family behind on the Dingle Peninsula to enjoy a warm summer week, I returned to Cork to continue the struggle for the legal tender. I diverted to Gneeveguilla, a detour promted by a previous blog when I learned of a ‘Gneeve’.

The detour was profitable in feeding my hunt for grottos and postboxes before I arrived at the village where I was brought back to many evenings watching television in my youth. I grew up within 15 minute walk of Patrick St yet the stories of The Seanchaí were always watched and enjoyed.

A month later, visiting friends, I spotted The Apprentice on their bookshelf and it went on to my ‘To Find & Buy’ list – within months it was taken off that list, as were two other Éamon Kelly books.

2016

Within the last couple of months, the three books have been read and appreciated. There were not enough flysheets to accommodate the very many notes that I scrawled to remind me as to possible future (or past) connections to add to the web of knowledge. I prefer the flysheets to notes in the margin – time spent finding the page with the margin note has taught me that lesson.

There was quite a number of nuggets about people and places that I had blogged previously – Jerome Connor’s statue that he spotted in Washington; acting in the plays of T.C. Murray and adapted from Seumus O’Kelly; and, the tradition of telling the bees of family news to which Mikel Murfi first introduced me.

My interest in matters relating to Seamus Murphy was also stirred in that I learned that there was a one-man play adapted from his book Stone Mad and that Seamus Murphy believed that the lettering on Nelson’s Column was the best example in Ireland – I sense Donal Fallon’s book moving onto that list.

Gneeveguilla, Co. Kerry

Cork Arts Theatre

To Find Out More List

The three books have provided little bits of knowledge about so many things that I need to find out more (ever connecting).

I have enjoyed a pint in The Blue Bull in Sneem. It was Éamon Kelly who educated that The Blue Bull was a Synge Play.

I will need to return to Gneeveguilla to photograph the plaque to Mick Sullivan who was shot by Black & Tans while Éamon Kelly was in the adjacent school – the list of Civil War and War of Independence memorials ever growing.

There are many traditions that intrigued, sounded lovely or just demanded further exploring – families joined in butter; overnight fasting prior to receiving Holy Communion; family owning a church pew so those standing at back did not have funds to purchase and pay rent on pew; stopping the clock upon a death, as seen in Jean deFlorette; and the giving of a disease to another similar to leaving cloth on a rag tree at a Holy Well.

It also introduced words to me, many appear derived for Irish. These will keep me going for some time. The list is below but any education as to ‘gripe’; ‘hoult’; ‘fakah’;or, ‘roiseters’ would be welcome.

A Visit To The Theatre

This week I spotted that Jack Healy had a play based upon the stories of Éamon Kelly at The Cork Arts Theatre on Camden Quay.

Yesterday lunchtime was a magnificent hour spent listening, smiling, laughing and remembering.

More than halfway through the show, I was reminded as to one of my flysheet notes in The Journeyman. There had been quite a few different stories. Éamon Kelly in The Journeyman was writing of ‘In My Father’s Time’ – ‘We found that a number of stories told one after the other could sound episodic. There had to be a changing relationship between the pieces, and the links had to be carefully thought out to make seamless the fabric, which we hoped would be colourful and entertaining’.

My flysheet note was that the book, unlike The Apprentice which I found much more interesting, was failing to flow. Fair play to Jack Healy. With the benefit of reflection on my hour or so in the auditorium, the different aspects and stories flowed; and, the knitting of the stories was brilliant and of a manner that brought the occasion up to date.
I had heard or read of a few of the stories but the delivery, verbally and with actions, made them a new experience – I laughed even when I knew the punchline.

It is in the Cork Arts Theatre only until tomorrow night but is intended to travel later in the year.

I do recommend.

A Local Hero - Sonia - cast

21/6/2016

“All I knew was that I intended to be famous and have a statue put up to me near that of Father Matthew, in Patrick Street. Father Matthew was called the Apostle of Temperance, but I didn’t think much of temperance. So far our town hadn’t a proper genius and I intended to supply the deficiency’

Frank O’Connor – the Genius (from My Oedipus Complex & Other Stories)

Frank O’Connor’s books of short stories are all about. They could be at work, bedside, in car, or, best of all, occupying inside pocket. The short stories are visited in coffee shops, on bus or just chilling.

A while back, I was reading ‘The Genius’ and the comment desiring to be remembered in a statue got ingrained upstairs as I could not recall any recent commemorative statue in Cork city to anyone still alive at the time.

The following week, watching the Late Late Show, Sonia O’Sullivan admitted (at 0:18:30) to glancing at the statue by James McLoughlin in Cobh when on early morning runs.

I appear to be on an athletic theme at present so reasons enough to share the statue in Cobh.

Enjoy.

All Round Gaelic Champion of Ireland - 1895 & 1896

20/6/2016

ALL ROUND GAELIC CHAMPION OF IRELAND 1895

Not for the first time, a trip to the cemetery has led to learning and connecting of historical dots of information.

The cemetery in question is at St Bartholomew’s Church in Kinneigh, Co Cork – the location of the only round tower with an hexagonal base, as well as headstone commemorating O’Mahony Mór.

Sophie Peirce d. 9th May, 1937

9/5/2016

The Snare is Broken And My Soul Is Set Free

26/1/2016

I was in Rathcooney Cemetery recently. Among other things, I was looking to photograph the headstones of Seamus Murphy and came across this in the newer part of the graveyard.

I was struck by the message. It definitely left an impression with this reader that Louie Rickard was very happy to depart this life when the time came. I don’t think I have ever heard of life being called a ‘snare’ previously.

The cemetery caretaker advised that she was a famous author.

As a fellow north-sider, I had never heard of this former Montenotte resident, I was intrigued. The internet provided answers and some connections.

Wikipedia did provide quite a bit of information including details of some of the many books but it also included a photograph of a picture which I had spotted a while back on a tweet from Jean Prendergast.

Seemingly, the picture by Mantania, The Last General Absolution of the Munsters at Rue du Bois, includes Louie Rickard’s husband on horseback.

Once more – joining the dots of information…

IN LOVING MEMORY OF

LOUIE RICKARD

WHO DIED

AT MONTENOTTE

27TH JANUARY 1963

The snare is broken and my soul is set free

21 January 1854 - 380 Die

21/1/2016

Last November, I was in Portrane and spotted this anchor on display near the seafront. It was the first time that I had heard or read of the ship, Tayleur.

Over Christmas, I was in Liam Ruiseal’s bookshop. I spotted ‘The Sinking of RMS Tayleur’ by Gill Hoffs and it has been on my ‘To Buy’ list since.

Today, I read on twitter that 162 years ago today, the Tayleur ran aground.

These three associated dots of knowledge were more than enough to warrant connection in today’s blog.

A short history of the Tayleur

The sailing vessel, TAYLEUR, skippered by Capt. Noble, sailed on her maiden voyage from Liverpool to Melbourne on Thursday, January 19th 1854 with a company of 652 persons of whom 71 were crew. The vessel was the largest sailing ship built in Britain up to that time. Many of the passengers were bound for the goldfields of Australia. The ship encountered rough weather in the Irish Sea and with visibility reduced the Tayleur dropped two anchors in an attempt to ride out the gale. Both cables snapped almost immediately and the ship drifted onto the rocks off Lambay Island. The Tayleur was washed back by heavy sea and sank in deep water, taking with her 380 persons.

The raising of the Anchor

This anchor known as the “Bower” anchor was removed from the deck of the Tayleur near the ship’s bow during a number of dives which took place in the Summer of 1985. The anchor was subsequently towed to Malahide by a boat called The Albatross. The ship’s “Kedge” anchor is currently on display in the town of Rush, Co. Dublin.

This anchor was unveiled on the 16th of May 1999 by Councillor Cathal Boland, Cathaoirleach Fingal County Council as a memorial to the 380 souls who lost their lives on the vessel, Tayleur, which sank off Lambay Island on the 21st January 1854.

Kindly donated to Donabate and Portrane Chamber of Commerce by:
Mr. John Finucane – Dive Leader and Project Organiser
Mr. Tom Durcan – Diver and Boat Skipper
Mr. John Alcock – Diver

Restoration sponsored by Donabate and Portrane Chamber of Commerce
Erected by Fingal County Council Parks Department

Water as Gaeilge

6/1/2016

I think it was ‘Miss Smilla’s Feeling For Snow’ where I read of the Inuit having many words for ‘snow’, in its very many different states or conditions.

I was reminded of this as I have been flicking through a lovely little book which I picked up before Christmas – “An Sanasán Uisce – The Water Glossary” by Carol Anne Connolly.

It lists so very different Irish words for water in its very many different forms – rain, rivers, ponds, sea and may others.

Every couple of days, I will flick through and try to add another word to my Irish vocabulary. My favourites to date include:

drúchtín – a dew drop

cómh-shnúadh – a meeting or confluence of rivers or waters

scim – veil of haze or mist

puiteáil – the act of messing in a puddle

The Boy, Allen

24/11/2015

Last year, I blogged about some monuments to the Manchester Martyrs, that I had seen around the country.

At end of Summer, POF told me of a memorial at Kilbrogan Graveyard in Bandon – so a visit was made. I also spotted that they are commemorated on the National Monument in Grand Parade.

I still have not got around to reading the book but the amount of times that I have read of them this year does make me wonder as to why I was so unfamiliar prior to this.

They were killed on 23rd November, 1867 so there has been many On This Day type references in the past few days including ExecutedToday, Stair na hÉireann, Ireland In History and StuartBorthwick.

Jean Prendergast’s tweets regularly include clips form newspapers 100 years ago. The Manchester Martyrs featured often recently with marches, parades, prayers among other anniversary actions. ComeHereToMe’s blog yesterday mentioned a final march to Glasnevin cemetery, without the bodies.

Maybe the book will educate but it appears, just like Pearse’s words at Rossa’s grave, that the Fenian dead Manchester Martyrs were a rallying call, a cause behind which Republican groups united in a common cause – such unity proving beneficial for later activities.

HE ALWAYS TOLD ME HE WAS ILL

3/11/2015

‘Dead Funny’ was one of my purchases on my most recent visit to An Café Liteartha when west of Dingle for the Bank Holiday.

I smiled on page 2 at ‘I told you’s I was sick’.

I definitely did not expect to see something similar only a week later – in Curraghkippane.

But I did.