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 email@example.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.
THIS WEDNESDAY A LIGHT AND A PRAYER
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: firstname.lastname@example.org.
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
I die with the maple
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.
MC AULIFFE Newtownsandes
PATRICK MCAULIFFE Moyvane.
New York NY Irish American Advocate 1937-1938 - 1309.pdf
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 18, 1939
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
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.
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.
THE ROAD TO NEWTOWNSANDES
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 . . .
New York NY Irish American Advocate 1943-1945 - 0956.pdf
10 Feb 1945
GENERAL A. C. McAULIFFE
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----------------
MOYVANE ANAMOY STREAM
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.
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.
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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. ----