Clara Townsend Hudson was born on January 14, 1899, to William J. Hudson (1861-1946), and Grace Alma Wright Hudson (1864-1950) and was the 5th of the Hudson’s six


best in a poem she wrote later in life:




I know it may be just a fad,


In fact, I may be hobby mad;


But deepest pleasure I confess


Comes from these dolls I possess,


They represent so much to me;


In looking at them I can see


A picture built into my mind


Of olden times, and I can find


Myself entranced by Jennie Lind,


Or Dolly Madison’s highland fling,


Or Mary Todd and Frances See;


And many other dolls I see,


With [good] pictures let me roam


And dress my dolls right here at home.


The waxen pattern dolls have untold charm,


Their very beauty would disarm


The prejudice of anyone


Who didn’t love this hobby fun,


So just like going to a show


To run across a doll or so;


But for the interest friends have shown


My hobby would have been unknown,


So please if you are hobby mad,


Get friends to share this hobby fad.







Plenty of local news at








I'll have to take a look at my great-grandmother's picture to see if it can be copied clearly. I know she was an old woman when it was taken outside the cottage she lived in at Dromin Beesom where my cousin Cissie still lives and where my mother lived as a child for a few years when her mother died. I wrote this poem about my visit to that cottage taking a few liberties:




Mom's Irish Home




I've been to the cottage with a roof of thatch


And a trellis on which roses grow wild


On an old country road by a blackberry patch


Where my mother lived as a child.




 'Twas her grandmother's house in Newcastle West


Rather modest with a greatroom and loft


But the riches I saw in the memory chest


Were of reveries silken and soft.






I divined I had lived there ages ago


My veins filled like a rill in a flood


And I swore I heard someone murmuring low,


"Sail on back on the tide of your blood."




 Rosemary Egan Zimmer




BOOK: Survey of four local graveyards: Clounagh, Coolcappa, Kilscannell and Rathronan, is available  from Dooley’s Supervalu in Newcastle West or from Mary Kury at kurymary95@gmail.com or 0879282462.


BOOK: Lisa Fingleton is launching her book ‘The Last Hug For a While’ online Wednesday, December 8 at 8pm. Michael Harding will launch the book.


PRESIDENT Michael D. Higgins is pleased to announce the availability to the public of Machnamh 100 – Centenary Reflections, Volume 1. The book is available in eBook format free of charge and can be downloaded. The book brings together the speeches and discussions, chaired by Dr John Bowman, at the first three of the President’s series of six Machnamh 100 seminars looking at the events of a century ago.    https://president.ie/en










The Anglo-Irish Treaty signed in London – archive, 1921.










SAINT Nicholas (c 270-343) – Feast Day 6 December


Saint Nicholas was the original Santa Claus!  He was noted for his holiness, kindness and generosity and lived in modern Turkey where he was born c270 into a wealthy family at Patara.  He became bishop of Myra in the south of the country early in the 4th century and was bishop of that area for about 30 years.  After his death in the year 343, Saint Nicholas was buried in Myra.  Over 700 years later in 1087 when Muslims invaded the area, some Christians brought his relics to Bari in the south of Italy to keep them safe.  Some relics are also believed to have been brought by some Normans the following century to Ireland to Jerpoint Abbey near Thomastown, Co Kilkenny.  As well as being patron saint of children, Saint Nicholas is also patron saint of sailors and fishermen.  






HISTORY & Heritage of the Limerick Diocese








SOUL CITY; Half a century ago, a multiracial new town envisioned by a leading Black activist was one of the most visible and ambitious projects to emerge from the civil rights era. Today it is almost entirely forgotten.













Historians Vincent & Tom artfully present Limerick’s story




FAMOUS Limerick son JP McManus recalls his own youth taking the family’s milk to the Lisnalty Creamery in his foreword to a new history on Limerick by Vincent Carmody and Tom Donovan


The new work on the modern history of Limerick City and County by historians Tom Donovan and Vincent Carmody.


The new work on the modern history of Limerick City and County by historians Tom Donovan and Vincent Carmody.








December 01 2021 12:00 AM




SHORT of watching an accurate period drama on the box, you’ll be hard pressed to find a better method of time travelling than by opening the cover of this new work on modern Limerick’s rich past.




‘Limerick: Snapshots of the Treaty City and County, 1840 – 1960’ is the striking result of a joint venture by Listowel’s Vincent Carmody and Glin historian Tom Donovan.




It was launched last night (Tuesday) in the city to a great reception, and unfolds the very genesis of the modern-day conurbation across its bright glossy pages.




Photographs; facsimiles of elegant commercial bill and letter heads; engaging historic writing and much else come together to offer the reader one of the most accessible works on the period in Limerick in recent memory.


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Take it from none other than JP McManus, who provides the foreword for the tome, in which he fondly recalls his own family’s daily trips to the creamery – chiming with the emphasis on the dairy industry within the pages.




“Limerick has a proud and storied history, and I believe that this fine publication will be a wonderful addition that will shine a glowing light on the commercial life of many previous generations,” Mr McManus writes in the foreword.




Its value lies in the light it shines on the commercial history of the city and county; running the gamut of the old reliable commodities.




“The insights that one can gleam from reading through these pages reflect so well on the endeavours of countless businesses, big and small, who down through the ages provided some service for the people. From Blacksmith to Chemist from tea to whiskey, all are included,” Mr McManus added.




As are the creameries of old, of particular fond memory to the Limerick tycoon: “The extensive tour of the county with its many creameries brings back memories of my many trips delivering milk with the pony to Lisnalty Creamery, which was a subsidiary of Drombanna Creamery. Insights into the various creameries and the Co-operative movement reveal the rural life of the time.




“Great credit is due to the authors Vincent and Tom for this labour of love...Such a book is a depiction in word and in picture of bygone times that are superbly brought to life by the authors...This book stands as a fitting testimony to a long and vibrant period of business and trade in this great City and County of ours.”




Snapshots is prefaced, meanwhile, by Curator of Limerick Museum Dr Matthew Potter, who described the period falling under the scope of the book as a ‘golden age in Limerick’s commercial and industrial history’:




“In this wonderful new book, Tom Donovan and Vincent Carmody...bring us back to a bygone age, populated by a dazzling variety of commercial enterprises. It was the age of the family business, with the proprietor and his family literally living over the shop.”


Most of these august merchant names will resonate with all Limerick people and those well familiar with the city.




But some of the invoices and transactional documents relating to them might not have made it to print but for a trove Vincent secured access to in Listowel: at Dromin House, belonging to the Raymond family.




“Some of the material from the Raymond collection features in about 38 pages as they were getting so much stuff sent down from Limerick,” Vincent told The Kerryman.




“Much of the time, particularly in the middle of the 19th Century, Listowel-bound goods would have been transported via steamer from Limerick to Tarbert.




“There’s also a wealth of material from Johanna Buckley, the Listowel publican who was a grandmother of the Whitehouse cook Cathy Buckley. It was Tom who copped that in one of the pages from her collection, there was a receipt showing that the delivery was to have been collected in Tarbert by a Michael Carmody –my great-granduncle, as it turned out!”




Limerick Museum proved another rich source for the duo.




Snapshots is a successor of sorts to Vincent’s 2012 publication Listowel - Snapshots of an Irish Market Town and his 2017 work on Newcastle West.




Tom Donovan is, meanwhile, well-known as the author of the definitive book on the history of the Knights of Glin; and editor of the much-loved Old Limerick Journal, a position he inherited from the late Jim Kemmy. They struck up a friendship over the shared history of these counties back in 2010, and it wasn’t long before a proposal to collaborate was made. It was Vincent who approached Tom with the idea over four years ago as the pair set to work:




“Tom is a phenomenal historian and we get on perfectly. We never argue, I come up with stuff, he comes up with stuff and, as I say myself, if Tom was a credit card he’d be platinum. It’s very seldom you find someone so compatible with you.




“I was showing him material I had on Limerick one time and he said that if I ever wanted to do something on it that he’d go in with me on it.” The rest was, literally, history in a fine book for all lovers of the Treaty City and County that’s available now.











BOOK LAUNCH- Rhyming History: The Irish War of Independence and the Ballads of Atrocity in the Valley of Knockanure by Gabriel Fitzmaurice will be launched in Seanchaí, the Kerry Writers’ Museum, Listowel on Saturday, May 15 at 2 p.m. Everybody is welcome to this historic launch which commemorates the centenary of the tragic events in Knockanure in April and May 1921.


TALK: On May 12th 1921, a troop of Black and Tans were travelling out from Listowel towards Athea when they arrested four young unarmed men in Gortaglanna. Prior to this the barracks in Listowel had been burnt out. In this lecture, local historian Martin Moore, examines the background to this event, the profiles of those who lost their lives and looks at further dimensions of the Gortaglanna deaths. See writers museum on facebook for lecture. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHiwCO39U44


Sir Arthur Vicars, was killed by the IRA on April 14th, 1921 at Kilmorna and the Great House burned to the ground.





CON GREANEY programme broadcast on West Limerick 102 fm on Saint Patrick’s Day, you can still  hear it on podcast, on the West Limerick 102 fm radio Facebook platform.




The months of April and May, 1921 saw a lot of bloodshed in the Parish of Moyvane-Knockanure.  This was, of course, during the Irish War of Independence.  On Thursday, April 7, Mick Galvin, an IRA volunteer, was killed by British forces during an ambush at Kilmorna in Knockanure.  On Thursday, April 14, 1921, Kilmorna House was raided by the local IRA.  Kilmorna house was burned and Sir Arthur Vicars was shot.  Then on May 12, Crown forces shot dead three unarmed members of the Flying Column, Paddy Dalton, Paddy Walsh and Jerry Lyons at Gortaglanna.  Their comrade and fellow member of the Column, Con Dee made a miraculous escape from the scene.  On Thursday May 26, Jack Sheehan was shot in Moinvionlach bog as he attempted to escape capture by the Crown forces.  To commemorate these events, the North Kerry Republican Soldiers Memorial Committee are asking that each household light a candle on Wednesday, May 12, the centenary of the Gortaglanna tragedy, at 9pm.  Fr. Kevin has very generously sponsored commemorative candles which can be collected by parishioners at all Masses this weekend.                                        


GABRIEL’S BOOK LAUNCH- Gabriel Fitzmaurice


With freedom now to gather, maintaining social distancing and wearing masks, Gabriel Fitzmaurice will launch his latest book – ‘Rhyming History:  The Irish War of Independence and the Ballads of Atrocity in the Valley of Knockanure’ in the Seanchaí, the Kerry Writer’s Museum on Saturday 15th May at 2pm.  Feel free to join this historic launch which commemorates the centenary of the very tragic and sad events in Knockanure which occurred one hundred years ago this month. 


STORYTELLING;  Kerry Writers’ Museum storytelling workshops take place on May 7th, 14th and 21st from 10 am to 12 noon.  Each workshop is a standalone event. This Bealtaine Hero event is organised in partnership with Age & Opportunity as part of the nationwide Bealtaine festival – celebrating the arts and creativity as we age. To register for the workshops email: kerrywritersmuseum@gmail.com.


May 13th 2019 Gabriel Fitzmaurice was with the Sliabh Luachra Active retired Network Choir. Kerry Writers  Museum in Listowel had Bealtaine Writer’s Residency from May 1st to 24th.


POETRY: Matt Mooney latest collection of poetry, Steering by the Stars was launched online through the Limerick Writers Centre recently. It is Matt’s fifth collection of poetry.





The Age + Opportunity inaugural Creative Ageing Writing Bursary aims to generate discussion, debate and knowledge about creative ageing in Ireland.


One award of €1000 will be made to the successful applicant.


Deadline: 12 PM, Friday 26th March




More details (https://kerrycoco.us10.list-manage.com/track/click?u=b3755ab5575cb711eac9566f8&id=e10be28833&e=57e387efec)










The Edna O'Brien Young Writers Bursary 2021


The Museum of Literature Ireland is offering a five-day, immersive, blended learning programme to students between 15 and 17 years old. The Edna O’Brien Young Writers Bursary will take place both online and onsite in MoLI from 19 to 23 July 2021 (subject to public health guidelines).


The closing date for applications is 10pm on 29 March 2021.


More details (https://kerrycoco.us10.list-manage.com/track/click?u=b3755ab5575cb711eac9566f8&id=40e2189f2e&e=57e387efec)


The Patricia Leggett Playwriting Scholarship is a fully paid scholarship for a place on the MFA in Playwriting degree at The Lir Academy.




ATHEA News Feb 2021




A Prayer of Hope




Oh Lord, when we grow Weary –




especially in these difficult times – please help us to remember each aid every day to –




Count our Blessings and not our Crosses.




To Count our Gains and not our Losses.




To Count our Laughs and not our Tears




To Count our Joys and not our Fears.




To Count our Health and not our Wealth.




And most of all to Count on God




And not ourselves.







“A Tree’s Decades of Wisdom”


brown, red, orange and yellow leaves swirl and dance through the air


taunting me with lightness and freedom


I try to catch them


to prevent nakedness and vulnerability


but if I do


the brittle things fall apart in my hands




shedding and letting go may be the best thing I could hope for


this tree will grow back all the better for it


in the dead of winter it still holds out its branches


in hope that the water flowing in its veins


and the buds beneath the surface


will burst open in spring sunlight




I surrender too


trusting that by my little and continual earthly deaths will grow strong branches


a thicker trunk more securely anchored in the ground


wider limbs for shade


twigs that bear fruit




but first


I die with the maple


and wait.














Kevin McManus




Sitting alone at the bar in Kilburn


Mid afternoon on a mid Summers day


Wearing a suit stained with blood, sweat and booze


Drinking the last of this months rent




He took the boat in 57


Leaving behind Mayo


Full of hope and fear


An address in his pocket


For a ganger and a start


Money for a week to tide him over


Sunday best on his back


New shoes squeezing his feet




No Irish need apply


Lodgings hard found


Working every hour god sent


Paid in the crown at the weekend


Missing home, laughs to hide the pain


Another from the top shelf




Saving for the summer holiday


Putting a little by


Back home for a week to the old sod


Buying pints for the lads


Bragging about the wages


Gold chains around the neck


Bought from a suitcase


When did you get home?


When are you going back?




Back to back breaking in blighty


Years passing on


Body getting tired


Drink taking hold


No money for the holidays


Or the funerals at home




Nights in the doss house


Sleeping on the rope


Days on the streets


Dreams of a long gone family


Passing away in the cold




(C) Kevin McManus


By Kathleen Mullane Oct 2020


I will start this Sunday evening with a lovely poem I recently came across which was written by an American lady – Kitty O’Meare and is so relevant in these unreal times.


‘And the people stayed home.


And read books and listened, and rested and exercised, and made art and played games, and learned new ways of being and we’re still,


And listened more deeply.


Some mediated, some prayed, some danced.


Some met their shadows.




And the people began to think differently.


And the people healed.


And, in the absence of people living in ignorant,


dangerous, mindless and heartless ways –


the earth began to Heal.


And when the danger passed


And the people joined together again,




They grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live, and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.



Thomas Keneally was granted the permission he sought and so began the novel titled Towards Asmara. He embarked on several weeks of research in Eritrea. Keneally always had a queue of books lined up to write, but at this time he was looking for a story large enough to follow Schindler’s List – much was expected of the winner of the Booker Prize (1982). After a couple of less impressive novels he hoped that the book about Eritrea would capture the critics’ approval. This was, in the words of the main character Darcy, ‘a rehabilitative journey’.









MC AULIFFE Newtownsandes












                New York NY Irish American Advocate 1937-1938 - 1309.pdf












There  is beauty  in her  green  fields  and  her  fragrant   mossy  dells,


 There  is beauty  o'er the rich  soil   from   which  flow  her  pure  spring  wells,


  There  is beauty  on the mountain   side   where  sweet  the  heather  grows, 


And  there's  beauty  in the  music  of each rippling  stream  that   flows. 




There  is no place   like    Ireland     God's     country  and my sireland


If   there's  a  heaven  on  this   earth it's that  green  isle  I  know 


There  nature  paints  a  story  unveiled in flowery  glory


 You'll  find  all Ireland  beautiful   no  matter  where  you go.




 Oh  the hills  and  vales  are  verdant  and  for  miles  they  can  be seen


 Beautiful  are  all the   valleys     where     bloom  shamrocks  fresh  and  green


 There  the daisies  and  the    disk-rose    grow  in  colored   rays  of  white


 Where  the gorse   with   yellow   blossoms   hides  the  fairy  and  the  sprite. 


Copyright   1935—June 15.


 By  Patrick   McAuliffe.




TRIBUTE  TO  THE  KERRY  FOOTBALL  CHAMPIONS  Bonfires  are  burning   tonight   in the "Kingdom," The  great  football  team  they  are  champions   once  more;  Once  more  they  took  home  the  coveted  laurels which   they  proudly  exhibit  to admirers galore.


(see paper for long poem) by B O’Sullivan.










New York NY Irish American Advocate 1937-1938 - 1300.pdf


Nov 11 1939


Nellie Bray


Oft  I  hear  a  soft  voice  crooning  low


 It  brings  back  memories  of  long  ago. 


When  youth  was  mine  I  was  little  and  and  gay,


 While  I   roamed   the  wild  woods  with  Nellie  Bray.




 On  the  mossy  banks  of  old  Shronoun 


In  the  cool  of  E'en  when  the  sun  went  down


Where    the    primrose    bloom    in    the    month  of  May,


 There  I  first  cast  eyes  on  young  Nellie  Bray.




She  was  mild  and  modest  my  dark-eyed  dear,     


Oft  I  hear  her  voice  ringing  in  my  ear


 'Tis  always  sweet  to  behold  that  day 


When  I  first  made  love  to  young  Nellie  Bray,




  Now  she's  laid  to  rest  near   Shronoun   side,


Happy  days  are   gone  since  my  Nellie  died,


We  laid  her  down  on  her  native  Clay


  Then  I  bade  farewell  to  my  Nellie Bray.


Patrick    McAuliffe.    Copyright,  October  7,  1939. 




New York NY Irish American Advocate 1932-1934 - 0853.pdf


21 Oct 1933


We regret   to   announce   the   death   of   William    McAuliffe   of   Newtownsandes,   Co.  Kerry,   Ireland,   aged  38  years;   a   most   devout   Catholic   and   a  great   favorite   amongst  the   Gaelic   football  players  in  this   country.    He    played  with  the  Newtownsandes  football  team  with  Captain  Con  Brosnan  until  he   came   to  this   country;   was   a   great   athlete;   did   22   feet   in   the   long  Jump;  also  a  great  concert  flute  player.    He  died  at  5:20  p.m.  Oct.  17.  Funeral  from  Hayes'  Funeral  Parlor,  101   Third   avenue,  this  Friday,   Oct.   20.    William  was  a  brother  of  Patrick  McAuliffe.








                New York NY Irish American Advocate 1940-1942 - 0386.pdf


226 Oct 1940


Farewell to Moore’s Glen




Farewell old Hills and little rills


Today I sail away


I now must leave the place I’ve lov’d


Since I saw the light of day


While thinking of the days  spent


Upon your bonny dell.


Tis sad I take a last fond look at you


I love so well.




Those may be my last footprints on


the dew upon your brow,


And I promise while in foreign land


I'll love you then as now,


Your sweet primrose I wear today


those petals I'll preserve,


Just to recall old happy days I'll keep


them in reserve.


Farewell thou singing brownbird, my


old pal of bygone years,


Farewell thou whistling blackbirds,


for you note I now shed tears,


Lov'd beauty all along the hills the


castle  and the  dell


 It  breaks  my  heart  to leave  today   and 


 bid  you  all  farewell.


  Copyright,  Oct.  26,  1940.


 Patrick    McAuliffe






New York NY Irish American Advocate 1940-1942 - 0606.pdf


26 April 1941


Patrick   McAuliffe  s  Songs  Four  Songs  set  to  music  by  me  are  now  ready  for  Publication.  All  original   copies   of   my   songs   are   copy-righted  and  registered  in  all  European   countries.     I   am   no  relation  of    Denis   McAuliffe    of   the   I.R.A.   Orchestra.




                New York NY Irish American Advocate 1940-1942 - 0730.pdf




In   a  very  flattering   letter,   our   pal   Pat   McAuliffe   tells  us  he'd     like     to     dedicate   the   following   poem   to   his   parents,  John  and  Mary   McAuliffe. 




 Many  a  tree  gave  shelter  to  that  half-mile  road  to  town,


 Many   a  tree  has  withered   there,   and   many  a  new  one  grown;


  Twenty     years    have    vanished     and     swiftly  they  did  go


 Since   I   have  seen  that   gravel   road,   or  hit  it  heel  and  toe.




Sometimes  I  hear  my  step  resound  beneath  the  old  stone  bridge,


  I  scent  the  fragrant  floral  bow'rs  that  grow  on  either  ridge;


 I   see  the  white  thern   trees  in   bloom   and   good-nuts  dropping   down


  All  these  are  visions  of   delight   while on  the  road  to  town.




 I  see  the  little  schoolhouse  where  culture  is  in  vogue, 


I   hear   the   scholars   singing   with    a    fluent   Kerry   brogue; 


 And   midst   the   scenes     of     grandeur     there,    while   clasping    old    friends    hands,


 'Tis  with  pleasure  I  review  again  the  ROAD  TO  NEWTOWNSANDES  .  .  .


 Patrick   McAuliffe






                New York NY Irish American Advocate 1943-1945 - 0956.pdf


10 Feb 1945




Runstedt  howl'd  surrender.  Then  Mc-Auliffe  sent  him  "Nuts" 


The  sort  he  cannot  chew  while  stumbling  o'er the  ruts


 What   McAuliffe   meant   by  "Nuts"  Is  Mr.  Kraut   you're   crazy 


 And  you  are  sinking  in  the  mud  in  a  fog   that's  mighty   hazy.




  And   before   the  fog   will   clear   you'll   be   swimming  in  the  mire


 And  your  brilliance  will  be  burned  in  McAuliffe's   raging   fire


  You'll  forget  the  word  Surrender  your  Ultimatum  won't  be  heard


 Mack   will   give   you  a   hair-cut   he'll   also  trim   your   beard.  




Here's  three  cheer's  for  General  Mack  from   Washington,  D.  C. 


We  send  him  three  cheers   from  New  York  for  making   history


  Fearless   and   courageous   at   Bastogne   McAuliffe  won


 Here's   three   cheer's   for   the   Nation   that reared  that  Manly  Son.


 (Copyright   Feb.  3,   1945


 by   Patrick   McAuliffe).






New York NY Irish American Advocate 1968 c - 0800.pdf


21 Sept 1968----------------




 I'll   carry  many  a  branch  and I'll carry  many a berry


 While   splashing   on my way  round  the  bends  In  Kerry


  Fine  fish  will  travel  with  me thru the Irish  dale


  And  I'll  be crooning  gaily  'ere I join  the  Rive  Gale.




 Many  years  I've  dallied,  down by Sande's  Castle


  And there  with  many a gully I sputter and I rastle


 I'll   sprinkle   many  a  wild   flower   while  on my  way


  And for  generations  I  have done this night  and  day.




 Every   well-stream   in  the  valley  join  me  day  and  night


  And   fairies   nestle   near" me   with   leprecaun  and  sprite


 People  living  near  me  don't  really  know  how  old I am


 Nobody   knows  where  I  came  from  and I never  had  a dam.


 I  sparkle  with  the  sun  and I  sparkle  with  the  moon


 And  you,  I  often  hear  me murmur and  also  hear me  croon 


Sweethearts  romp  beside  me  while  singing  songs  of joy


And  ever  since  I  was  a  little    rill    they  call  me  Anamoy. 


By:  Patrick  McAuliffe




New York NY Irish American Advocate 1969 b - 0347.pdf


26 April 1969--------------




Brothers in the North  loved brothers  of our race,


Partitioned  by  a  silk  thread  tyrants   mock   on  our  face, 


Partition   now  between  us is  the  English  tyrants'  blow


  Now   tongues   with   Irish   blood   should  say Partition must go




While  the  Irish  are  united North, South,  East  and West,


The  English  can't  divide diem, let them try their best; 


  A  partition line  between us is  just  a  weak  silk  thread,


 And It never  should be entertained in  any Irish  head. 




Tongues  of  fire  are saying  today,  we'll  not be England's slave


 And  they'll  not  grab Irish  money,  the  money  that  they crave.


 Partition   now  between  us is  the  English tyrant's  blow


 Now  that  silk  thread  must  be cut, the  ugly  partition  must go.




Brothers thou wert  born  of a race that loved  our native  land,


 Men   who   sacrificed   their  all,  'gainst  a foreign  grabbing  band


  Men who fought for Irish  freedom,  our historic  pages  show


  Men  who  fought  and  died  that  we  might live, Now  Partition  must go.


 Patrick   McAuliffe












    Nicholas O’Donnell’s Autobiography is a gem of family and social history. Born in 1862 at Bullengarook in central Victoria, O’Donnell graduated in medicine, married New Zealand-born Molly Bruen and for many years, based in West Melbourne, they were community leaders and prominent campaigners for Irish Home Rule. Nicholas was was a Gaelic scholar and one of the founders of the Celtic Club.




    Before the arrival of the internet, he researched his and his wife’s parents and scores of others who migrated from Ireland, especially Limerick. Although O’Donnell died in 1920 before publishing his findings, his descendants cared for his manuscript.




Val Noone has edited O’Donnell’s hand-written pages, adding an Introduction and an Epilogue. This is an attractively illustrated volume of 344 pages.


Jim’s Last Goodbye


(From Listowel Connection)


By Noel Roche




(Noel and Jim grew up in O'Connell's Avenue in a large and happy family. Noel finds comfort in poetry. He wrote this one after his brother's funeral.)




And so the family gathered


To partake in Jim’s last race,


Led off by the lone piper


Who played Amazing Grace.




He was flanked by Tom and me,


We stood proud and bold,


Followed by a guard of honour


Of the Gaels in green and gold.




Behind the hearse came brothers and sisters,


Nephews, nieces and the rest.


Dick Walsh controlled the traffic


He was like a man possessed.




And in the church that evening


There was not a dry eye,


As, in the back, on his accordion,


Jerry Walsh played Danny Boy.




Next morning at the funeral


I couldn’t believe my eyes


At least five hundred people


Came to say their last goodbyes.




Out comes the priest


His name was “Fr. Jack”.


I thought it was really cool


That Fr. Jack was black.




It seemed to me that everyone


Who knew Jim was there.


And I got to hear a new rendition


As Mike said his Lord’s Prayer.




As Tom gave his tribute,


It had us spellbound from the start.


You could see that every word he said


Came from deep inside his heart.




And then we gave Jim


His greatest last goodbye


As five hundred people raised the roof


Singing The Fields of Athenry.




I can see you up there now  Jim,


As you sit upon a cloud,


Telling all the angels


How your family did you proud.


Life in Covid time




Our days are quiet, not much to do




But stay inside, maybe cook a stew




No need to fuss, we have all day




We’re staying at home, it’s safe that way.




How did we ever get to this?




We thought ‘twould never come to us.




Twas fine in China, so far away




But it speeded up without delay.




And now it’s lurking all around




Businesses closed, we’re gone to ground




Talking to family through window pane




Not sure when we can touch again.




But we’re learning a fact which we had forgot




We’re all one together in the pot




No difference now tween black or white




All held up in the same light.




And that is how we’ll beat this virus




By facing head-on whatever arises




Giving each other a helping hand




One big family in this land.




And though we may have some pain to bear




We’ll all be the happier when we care




And ask for blessings on all mankind




And offer thanks … and love we’ll find.




By Peg Prendeville








Late in the sixth century, Pope Gregory the Great saw an opening to reassert Rome’s control of this far-off island, when the Christian daughter of King Charibert of Paris married the pagan King of Kent. To this end, he sent an obscure Benedictine monk called Augustine as a missionary. The mission was a shot in the dark, and nearly collapsed even before reaching Kent. Yet Augustine proved so adept on arrival that he converted the Kentish king, founded the English Church, built cathedrals at Canterbury and Rochester as well as St Augustine’s Abbey, and became the first Archbishop of Canterbury.








Victoria Kennefick’s chapbook, White Whale, won the Munster Literature Fool for Poetry Competition 2014. It will be launched as part of the Cork Spring Poetry Festival 2015. A collection of her poems was shortlisted for the prestigious Melita Hume Poetry Prize 2014 judged by Forward Prize winner, Emily Berry. She has also been shortlisted for 2014 Over The Edge New Writer of the Year Award. In 2013 she won the Red Line Book Festival Poetry Prize and was shortlisted for the Bridport and Gregory O’Donoghue Prizes. She was selected to read as part of the Poetry Ireland Introductions Series 2013 and at the Cork Spring Poetry Festival Emerging Writers Reading in February 2014. Her work has been published in The Stinging Fly, Southword, Abridged,The Weary Blues, Malpais Review, The Irish Examiner and Wordlegs. She was a recipient of a Fulbright Scholarship in 2007 and completed her PhD in Literature at University College Cork in 2009. Originally from Shanagarry, Co. Cork, she now lives and works in Kerry. A member of the Listowel Writers’ Week committee and co-coordinator of its New Writers’ Salon, she also chairs the recently established Kerry Women Writers’ Network . She is the recipient of both a Cill Rialaig /Listowel Writers’ Week Residency Award and a Bursary from Kerry County Council this year.






Moya Cannon was born in 1956 in Dunfanaghy, County Donegal. She studied History and Politics at University College Dublin, and at Corpus Christi College, Cambridge. She has taught in the Gaelscoil in Inchicore, in a school for adolescent travellers in Galway, and at the National University of Ireland in Galway. She served as editor of Poetry Ireland in 1995. Her work has appeared in a number of international anthologies and she has held writer-in-residence posts for Kerry County Council and Trent University Ontario (1994–95). Cannon became a member of Aosdána, the affiliation of creative artists in Ireland, in 2004. Her first book, Oar, (Salmon 1990, revised edition Gallery Press 2000) won the 1991 Brendan Behan Memorial Prize. It was followed by The Parchment Boat in 1997. Carrying the Songs: New and Selected Poems was published by Carcanet Press in 2007.




Eileen Sheehan is from Killarney, Co Kerry. Her collections are Song of the Midnight Fox and Down the Sunlit Hall (Doghouse Books). Anthology publications include The Watchful Heart: A New Generation of Irish Poets (ed Joan McBreen/Salmon Poetry) and TEXT: A Transition Year English Reader (ed Niall MacMonagle/ Celtic Press). She has worked as Poet in Residence with Limerick Co Council Arts Office and is on the organizing committee for Éigse Michael Hartnett Literary & Arts Festival. Her third collection, The Narrow Place of Souls, is forthcoming.










SCHOOL Folklore; Local Poets




Collector Thomas Walsh- Informant    Maurice Stack Age  39 buried in Murhur.




 There are no stories told about how he got the gift of poetry. His father and Uncle were poets. One day a widow woman asked Rucard Drury and three other men to eat a meadow of hay. They had a piece of a boar for their dinner and he made a piece of poetry about it. "O God on high who rules the sky Look upon us forth and give us meat that we can eat and take away the boar."




 He made a song about the Listowel Races, Foley's donkey, Knockanure church. In English he composed those songs. He had an Uncle Mike who also had the gift of poetry but was not as good as Rucard. He was a labourer and he spent most of his time in Knockanure. He was a great scholar and the people liked him very much. He was working with a woman and in the evening she got short of tea and sugar. When drinking his tea she asked him if there was sugar in his tea. He said no because if there was he could see it in the bottom.




For much more visit https://www.duchas.ie/en/src?q=songs&t=CbesTranscript&p=2&ct=CI


September 2019

Peg’s Poem – An Cailín Bán 👩


By Peg Prendeville


Posted on 16/09/2019    by glinnews




The Cailin Bán – September 2019


In memory of Ellen Hanley who was murdered in 1819




It started with a rumour


That John Anthony had a dream


To bring the Cailin Bán to life


Down by the Shannon stream.


And to make it even grander


And ensure it was the best


He had the inspiration


To include Dominic West.




And so the rumour blossomed


And soon grew big and strong


When Vicar Joe and Eleanor


Brought a script along.


The next task was not so easy


To find people for each role


But they trusted in the talent found


From Loughill to Listowel.




And so the summer bore some fruit


As each one learned their part


And delivered lines with passion


Getting serious from the start.


Meanwhile some eager ladies


Were making strides backstage


Sourcing props and costumes


Not expecting any wage.




So when September came around


And the opening night in sight


Many people had bought tickets


So as not to miss this night.


And they were not disappointed


As this outstanding crew


Through singing, dancing, acting


Made John A’s dream came true.




Credit due to all the locals


And Glin Development committee


For making this a memorable event


Which will go down in history.


We look forward to the time when


Tourist will flock to see


The Knight of Glin Interpretative Centre


At the back of the Library.




Glin Development, the Abha Bhán and Glin Players and all the production team of the Cailín Bán play would like to extend their sincere thanks to everyone who came and supported this event. It was a resounding success, and one that will be remembered for years to come!




STORYTELLING CONCERT on Sat Sept.7th at 8.00 pm: Join our guest storytellers Lizzie McDougall, Randel McGee, Batt Burns, Frances Kennedy, Bryan Murphy and singer/songwriter Mickey McConnell for an evening of stories and music. MC – Gabriel Fitzmaurice Venue: Kerry Writers’ Museum.


RIVERS OF WORDS – MAURICE WALSH on Fri 6th Sept at 5.00 pm: A screening of the acclaimed documentary produced by the North Kerry Literary Trust in association with RTE.


Venue – Kerry Writers’ Museum, Admission – Free


LISTOWEL RAMBLING HOUSE Seanchai on Sunday 8th Sept. 3 to 6 pm:


To close our Festival weekend, join us for an informal afternoon of traditional Irish music, song, dance & storytelling. Light Refreshments served. Venue: Kerry Writers’ Museum.


Full programme at Seanchai Tel. 068 22212.




What could I say about Peggy?


Nothing but the truth.


I loved her songs and her singing


I heard away back in my youth.


Her songs were food to my Soul


Her voice was a thrill to my ear.


I loved her then as a child,


It was mutual and sincere.




I love her today as a friend


And the memories shared together.


Her songs still lift my soul


Like the lark warbling o'er the heather.


What can I say about Peggy?


Thanks for the joy she has given.


Blest be the dawn of our friendship


When Peggy was only seven. ----


Dan Keane