Showing posts with label World War 1. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World War 1. Show all posts

Wednesday, 28 November 2018

Newmarket, WW1 Stories, Field Names and Christmas in Listowel


Olive Stack's Christmas tribute to her hometown



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Tree in Listowel Town Square in November 2018

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Pals Brigades


This is one of the recruiting posters from World War 1.  This and other similar posters played on man's desire to be one of the gang. This policy of putting men from the same area together worked in that it cemented friendships between men who shared common memories and loyalties. It also formed a bond born out of shared experiences in the battlefield.

At his excellent lecture on Kerry and the Great War in Kerry Writers' Museum on Sunday November 11 2018 Tom Dillon told us several stories of men risking life and limb to save a friend from home.
Denis Baily of Tralee won the Military Cross for bravery. At the Battle of the Somme in 1916, he went out, under fire, to rescue a fellow Tralee soldier, Patrick Collingwood.

Paddy Kennelly from Ballybunion lay dying on the battlefield in Messines in 1917.  The soldiers were under orders not to stop to help the wounded or they would be shot. Mickeen Cullens, a neighbour of Kennelly's recognised him, defied orders and hoisted the wounded soldier up on his shoulders and brought him to safety. Both men survived the war and remained friends back home.

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Newmarket Co. Cork


Just outside Newmarket, Co. Cork there is a lovely place called The Island Wood. Raymond O'Sullivan took this photo there.

Here is what he wrote on his Facebook page to accompany the photo;

Strabo, the Greek geographer, philosopher and historian who lived around the time of Christ, believed that in Ireland the limits of the habitable earth should be fixed. He described the natives as wholly savage and leading a wretched existence because of the cold. Other Classical writers also describe it as a cold and miserable place and go even further to to accuse us of cannibalism, endocannibalism (the ritual eating of relatives), incest and all forms of fornication. Opinions reflecting Classical prejudices to anyone living outside their narrow sphere, no doubt. It is clear that none of them ever set foot on our green and misty isle and definitely never stood on the bank of the Poll Fada on a sunny mid- November morning


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Shannon Mouth (Dúchas Collection)


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Field Names

Our ancestors had a name for every field. Maybe families still retain these names. Do farmers invent names for fields anymore?

Here is a contribution from a child in Ballylongford to the folklore commission and now preserved in the Dúchas Collection.

There are many names given to the different fields in our farm, such as, the “Well’s Field,” so called because there was a blessed well there one time. This well moved from where it was first, owing to a woman who washed clothes in it one time.

The Three Cornered Field, so called because there are three corners in it.

The Pound Meadow, this gets its name from cattle who were being pounded in it at night, long ago.

The New Field, is so called because it was a garden before, and now, cattle are being pounded there.

The Parkeen, this gets its name because it is a small field.

Griffin’s Field, this gets it name from a family of Griffins who once lived there. This family left the place and it is now owned by my father.

The Fort Field, is so called because there was a fort there at one time. The ring of the fort is all that now remains to be seen, as the trees were cut down long ago.

The Long Field is so called because it is the longest field in our farm.

The Gate Field, this field is so called because there is a gate going in to it from the public road.

The Hill Field, is so called because it is a very hilly field.

These were told to me by my father who lives in the townland of Ahanagran about two miles from Ballylongford.
Collector Teresa Holly- Informant Patrick Holly, Relation parent, Age 60 Address- Aghanagran Middle, Co. Kerry, Location- Aghanagran Upper.

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Christmas in Listowel

This year once more the local traders have a Christmas website up and running. It's worth while checking back every so often to see what's happening and what's on offer.




This is the Christmas supplement that came last week with Kerry's Eye. The eagle eyed will spot yours truly in the picture on the cover.

Monday, 25 September 2017

WW1 Poem, people at Ladies Day 2017, some timeless Kerry humour and Culture Night 2017 in Listowel


Photo: Chris Grayson

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A Poem from The Trenches of WW1 is uncovered

This photo and story is from The Irish Post


The photograph was taken at Cornelius’ home at 40 Shannon Street in Bandon after his return from the war.
It shows the O’Mahoney family posing for the camera in front of their humble Co. Cork home – their graceful mother sat wearing a smile, exuding pride.

A MOVING poem written by an Irish soldier during World War One has been unearthed in an attic in Britain over a century on.

Peter ‘Derry’ McCarron was clearing the house of his late mother in Kendal, Cumbria when he discovered the poem within a stack of old documents.
The verses were written by his great-uncle Cornelius O’Mahoney, who was born at 40 Shannon St (now Oliver Plunkett St) in Bandon, Co. Cork in 1889.
Cornelius was 26 when he fought in the Dardanelles, Turkey in 1915 for the 1st Royal Munster Fusiliers – who lost over a third of their regiment during the Great War.
His beautiful poem – titled simply ‘The Royal Munster Fusiliers’ – was dedicated to the “memory of our dear comrades who died in Seddul-Bahr, April 25 1915.” It reads:

‘They are gone, they are gone

Yet their memory shall cherish

Our brave boys who perished

And crossed over the bar

O’er their graves now the wild hawk

Doth mournfully hover
In that lone weary jungle

Of wild Seddul-Bahr
In
In the highest of spirits they

Went through the Dardanelles

And scattered their rifles

O’er the hills afar

Not knowing their days

On this Earth they were numbered

When the regiment arrived
In wild Seddul-Bahr

Shot down in their gloom

And the pride of their manhood

But God’s will be done

’Tis the fortune of war

With no fond mother’s words

To console their last moments

Far, far from their homesteads

In wild Seddul-Bahr.

May they rest, may they rest

Unhallowed in story

Tho’ their graves they are cold

Neath that lone Turkish star

Yet their presence is missed

From the ranks of the Munsters

Our heroes who slumber

In wild Seddul-Bahr.’

Following the Royal Munster Fusiliers’ disastrous campaign in the Dardanelles, Cornelius O’Mahoney’s unit was redeployed to the Western Front after a humiliating retreat.
“It was a case of out of the frying pan and into the fire,” Derry, who was delighted to discover his great-uncle’s moving stanzas so many years on, told The Irish Post.
“Cornelius thankfully survived the Western Front and most of his family went to England after the warFollowing the Irish War of Indepencence, the Irish Civil War and establishment of the independent Irish Free State in 1922, The Royal Munster Fusiliers were disbanded.
On June 12 of that year, five regimental Colours were laid up in a ceremony at St George’s Hall, Windsor Castle in the presence of HM King George V.
Nevertheless, the regiment chose to have its standard remain in St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Dublin.
The Royal Munsters won three Victoria Crosses in total during the Great War.
“Cornelius died in Shanakiel, Co. Cork in the late 1950s. His youngest son John Joe stayed in Bandon and died only around 15 years ago,” Derry said.
He added: “I found his poem among old documents when we cleared my mother’s house in Cumbria. It was a beautiful surprise.”
Derry kindly provided The Irish Post with a picture of a young Cornelius with his mother, two brothers, and two sisters taken almost a century ago.

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He who loves himself will never be short of admirers




Picture shared by Banksy on Twitter. Words of wisdom from an old sage.

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More from Ladies Day 2017


I spotted Yankee Doodle making his way among the crowd.



Mary O'Halloran can be depended on to look stylish and beautifully co ordinated and groomed.


Our own Donal Lynch with some well dressed contenders.



This lady had half a bird on her head for the jazzy hat competition.



The style on the stage was matched by the style in the audience.

 Junior met an old friend at The Races



Joan and Caroline Kenny were at The Races with Helen Holyoake of Houston (and formerly Listowel)

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Vincent Doyle sent us a laugh


This great story was recorded in 1938 by a Moyvane lad, William Kiely. 
Humour is timeless.

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Culture Night 2017

I was not in town for Culture Night this year. I was in Tralee. I'll tell you about that tomorrow. But I have curated a collection of photos from Facebook, describing the great night I missed.

Listowel Writers' Week took a leading role in Culture Night activities of Friday September 22 2017. They organised Poetry in Locomotion in collaboration with the Lartigue Monorail and they held the Listowel launch of Fergal Keane's book of love and war in The Listowel Arms.

Other events for Culture Night were held in St. John's and The Seanchaí.  Finuge held its own very popular event. All in all, l a great night! I won't miss it next year.

The watermarked photos are by John Kelliher. The others were taken by Máire Logue.




Artists in residence at Olive Stack Gallery


Audience for Fergal Keane's launch of his new book, Wounds


Invited dignitaries for Poetry in Locomotion


Daughter Pippa joined Liz and Jim Dunn for the evening's activities.


Meanwhile in Finuge the audience gathered to watch themselves and their neighbours in old archive films.


Last minute preparations before he releases his book to a very appreciative audience.


Fergal Keane with local poet and author, Gabriel Fitzmaurice


Holding the fort while Olive is in Paris


Listowel literary royalty,  first cousins, Joanna, Billy and Fergal


Fergal Keane with the best organiser of a literary event, Máire Logue of Listowel Writers' Week



Poets and poetry lovers at The Lartigue


Meanwhile across the square in St. John's, Vicar Joe was hosting a sell out concert with Sean Keane


Seán Keane fans enjoyed a great night. They are already looking forward to his return.


Meanwhile in The Seanchaí.....