The reply then received from a Stephen or a Steven.
Upto my visit to Shanrahan Cemetery, I had not ever contemplated a spelling of SHTEPHEN.
It may be an engraving error but maybe in the 1770’s that was the spelling……..
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I have often asked the question – is that with a PH or a V?
The reply then received from a Stephen or a Steven. Upto my visit to Shanrahan Cemetery, I had not ever contemplated a spelling of SHTEPHEN. It may be an engraving error but maybe in the 1770’s that was the spelling……..
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I am assuming the addition or addition of the third E is an engraving error but there could be another explanation. It does appear like a missing E. 40 Shades of Green Taking my morning coffee and croissant earlier today, I wondered as to the post box across the road at St Luke’s Cross. It was definitely not the normal shade of green for postboxes – Emerald Green. This evening, I returned to photograph and suspect that the brighter green is an undercoat as the demarcation between the green and black is far from sharp.
I suspect that same excuse does not apply to the wall box at Mitchel St in Clonmel, Co. Tipperary. The box is still open for use but is painted camouflage grey – possibly to fool the tourists….. Shanrahan Cemetery – Part 4
As we were making to leave the cemetery for the first time, local residents, P.J. and his good wife, out for their evening stroll, educated me as to The Fairy Tree and brought me to the grave of Katie Ryan where the headstone records the name of the deceased and the song. It is a bad day when one does not learn something new.
Maybe Not Lost Lost – Just Lost In Plain Sight
When in Shanrahan last week, I decided to look out for headstones, the subject of Photo Requests on the Find-A-Grave website. Three requests proved elusive. William Wade was spotted close to the O’Callaghan mausoleum. The date of death of 1965 suggested that the headstone of Edward Sackville-West would be easily found in the new part of the cemetery and it was. His Find-A-Grave biography does read of an interesting life. That evening I met P.J. and his lady wife who were out for a stroll and advised that they understood that Edward was descended from the family that gave its name to Sackville Street – now O’Connell St. in Dublin. The referred me to a book by local historian Ed O’Riordan – Lonely Little God’s Acre on Shanrahan cemetery which has now been requested through the Inter-Library Loan. On a Tuesday evening, outside Clogheen in County Tipperary, I was smiling broadly once the carver’s name was spotted. The headstone was admired, and touched. Earlier this week, a long day’s work after an early start finished in Cahir just after five and I decided to treat myself to a Supertramp evening – I took the Long Way Home , the road not previously travelled. I have recently started putting my ‘To Visit’ locations on a Google Map so that it is easier to cross-check diversions and distractions when time may permit on a journey. I recently learned of Fr. Nicholas Sheehy via Tipperary Studies on Twitter. He was hung drawn and quartered in Clonmel in 1766 and buried in Shanrahan Cemetery, outside Clogheen in Co. Tipperary where he is also remembered with a monument outside the church and in the name of the local GAA Club – An t-Athair Sithigh. Fr. Sheehy’s grave is in a reasonably prominent position in the graveyard – a double grave adjacent to the old church, shared with Rev. Dr. James Glison. It is interesting to note that the plaque was erected in 1898, the centenary year of the 1798 rebellion and 132 years after his death. The tomb conservation was in 2013. The final project of my Local History course is on remembrance and commemoration – the To Do list not contains questions:
As ever, some knowledge leads to more questions. This afternoon, I had an ‘I Wonder’ moment. These sometimes convert into ‘Eureka’ moments when one goes back to research and check. Often, the moment is merely a joining of curious connections. It is probably over 25 years since I was in the Five Alley premises, on the Limerick Road, just outside Nenagh. The first time I heard the name, my mind processed ‘Fivelly’ – only when I arrived at the premises, I learned the true spelling. I cannot recall if I did ask of the landlady family as to whether there were five handball alleys, but that is how I had the pub and area filed away – until that ‘I wonder’ moment today. On our walk in the Regional Park in Ballincollig, I saw the bilingual sign for Beech Walk. I pronounced the translation of beech in my head and wondered – Five Alley – Fáibhilí.
Logainm does not have a listing for Five Alley in Tipperary. There is one in Co. Offaly, north of Birr and the literal translation of its name in Irish is The Court and the notes do refer to Handball Courts or alleys – but none in Tipperary or anywhere else in the country. The extent of Beech trees outside Nenagh is yet to be investigated. It may only be a curious co-incidence, or I may have been right to wonder….. I remember growing up hearing of and wondering about Tipperary North Rising and Tipperary South Riding.
My logic was puzzled as to why Cork was not similarly split as we had been told it was the largest county – but the City Corporation and County County Council were used as an explanation. “Council” and “Corporation”, I could somewhat understand – but “Riding” was something else. It was only English but my recollection was of it being more exotic than that. I knew that there were only two ‘Lord Mayors” – all except Dublin and Cork were just ordinary ‘Mayors’. But it was two – not one. And Tipperary were lucky enough to be the only county to have ‘Riding’. Last Saturday, I spotted this car as it was pulling away. I had known of the merger of Tipperary North Riding and South Riding but this was the first time that I had seen (or maybe taken notice) the implication. I wondered if my eight year old will ever ponder the borough division of a ‘Riding’. A while back, Ian’s blog reminded me of old petrol pumps, Sine then, I have recorded the few that I have come across – in varying stages of neglect. And one unusual installation at Begley’s Forge.
MeticulousMick’s update today prompted a picture gallery. Last week, both Myles and Stair na hÉireann reminded as to the Munich Air Disaster on 6th February, 1958. When in Dublin on Monday, I took a trip to the Liam Whelan Bridge. On my way home, I was contemplating that there were quite a few memorial plaques that I have come across to air crashes and their victims - and I haven't photographed Ahakista - yet.
p.s. Ní fhaca mé aon damhsóir gabhail I Gabhal Luimnigh P.P.S.
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