Wednesday, 9 May 2018

Daoine Cáiliúla in Eanach Cuain - Seán Ó Fearrachair - Well-known People in Annaghdown - John Farragher, Padhraigh O Coincheanainn

Amongst the people of this area there were a lot of famous people in years gone by, and it’s not so long ago since they were around. About 60 years ago, there was one - Mike Margot’s father. Mike is still alive and well and lives in Woodpark, in his 69th year and a lot of stories are told about his father John running and jumping. 
He lived in Woodpark and another man lived there too, in the place where Micil Fahy is now. Mike's father met the family who were there, where Micil is now, and they started talking. During the conversation, Stanton said that the wall was too high for Mike Margot’s father. “Well”, said John Farragher, Mike’s father, I’ll bet you ten shillings that I’ll jump it. He stood out from it on the ditch on the other side of the road. He took off his shoes and took a run towards it. Up with him to the top of the wall and he only had to leave his hand on the top and in with him. Stanton had to keep his deal and pay John Farragher.
Another day William Farragher’s father got sick. He only had to put on his shoes and he started on the way to Tuam, and they were related too. He ran to Tuam for a doctor and before the doctor’s horse was able to get there, John Farragher was home before him. It is said that he could run as fast as a hare.

Written by Padhraigh O Coincheanainn/Patrick Concannon of Rinnaharney, from his father Micheál Ó Coincheanainn.

Anach Cuain, pages 37-38. Link:

Monday, 12 March 2018

Fear Láidir - A Strong Man, Eibhlín Ní Ghráinne

There was a man living in Corrandulla named Michael Kavanagh. He was a big, strong man. He was drawing water one day and he had big barrels of water - a hundredweight in a cart; he had a mule drawing it and there was frost on the road. When he was coming home with the water, the mule failed and he took it out from under the cart. He drew the cart and the water home himself. His father told him that he ought not have done it, but he said he was as strong himself as any horse that he ever had."Wait and you'll see that I'm strong", he said. His father had ropes bought a week beforehand. He went out and he said to his father that the ropes were no good, but the father said they were. Then he tied the rope to the gate-pillar and broke it in two. Another time there was an old smith in the place and he had a horseshoe made. He caught the shoe and straightened it right back out. It's a true story.

Written by Eibhlín Ní Ghráinne / Eileen Greaney of Kilgill, from her father Seán Ó Gráinne/John Greaney (61).
Corr an Droma, Book 2, pages 483-484. Link:

Bádbhriseadh - A Boating Tragedy, Eibhlín Ní Ghráinne

A terrible accident happened out on Lough Corrib in the year 1828. There were 31 people in the boat altogether. They were going to the Fair of Galway with sheep. The boat was old and there were rotten boards in it, and one of the sheep put her foot through the bottom of the boat. When Thomas Cahill saw this, he took off his coat and pressed it into the hole. He put the whole board out and the water started coming straight in. The boat went down then and the the sheep and people were scattered in the lake. Nineteen of the people were drowned and I heard that twelve of them came safe out of it. A man, one of the twelve who came in, he came back to Annaghdown and he brought the two sheep with him through Claregalway and he sold the two sheep in Galway the same day the other people were drowned. Wasn't he the strange soldier that was able to go to Galway again that day and sell sheep. The same afternoon, those who were drowned were taken out.

Written by Eibhlín Ní Ghráinne / Eileen Greaney of Kilgill, from her father Seán Ó Gráinne/John Greaney (61).
Corr an Droma, Book 2, pages 790-791. Link:

Geata Pheigí Barraig - Peggy Barry's Gate, Pádraig ó Dúbhláine

Peggy Barraig’s Gate

Blake’s have an old gate to the right hand side of the road that’s called Peggy Barraig’s Gate. 
It was said that Peggy was living on a hill on the east side of that gate. She was a Catholic and her son was a Protestant. When she was on her death bed, she called for the priest. When the priest came, the son was before him at the door with a fork in his hand and he wouldn’t let the priest in. 
They started fighting, but the priest got the upper hand. He went back around the house and in he went through the closed door. He gave confession and communion to the old woman and she died. 
A type of nearmhail (? - probably an affliction, strangeness, or regret) came on him and it stayed with him until the day he died. 
It was said that a man was seen with an apron some years ago. He was cleaning a stream going into the lake. The apron came up from the ground and he went out of sight again. 
It is said too that it isn’t right to go past that place from 12 o’clock in the night until 3 in the morning. Something can be seen there. 
Inside that hill, there is an old grave and there is a big stone over it. John Woods is written there. He was a Protestant and that’s the reason he wasn’t let into the graveyard.
Patrick Delaney


The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0024, Page 0024

Sunday, 13 August 2017

An Drochshaol - The Great Hunger, Eibhlín Ní Ghráinne

The Great Hunger affected this area badly. There were many more people living here than there are now. When the potatoes were growing the blackness came on them, and the ones that didn't rot in the ridges, they rotted in the holes and in the houses. They had only a little seed for the next year. They grew very well for any man that succeeded in saving them. There was one man who had no potatoes at all, he collected the seed potatoes and he ate them. It was said that he took potatoes as fast as the man was sowing them. The men would be working for the big farmers for fourpence a day. They wouldn't get but one meal and they'd only have turnips and "stirabout" to eat. A lot of people died at that time as a result of hunger and fever.

Written by Eibhlín Ní Ghráinne / Eileen Greaney of Kilgill, from her father Seán Ó Gráinne/John Greaney (61).
Corr an Droma, Book 2, pages 713-714. Link:

Boithrín Aindriú - Andrew's Boreen, Pádhraig Ó Dubláine

There is an old boreen behind my house which is called Boirín Aindriú. There was an old man living there long, long ago. Andrew Cosgrove was his name. He had one young son named Brendan. That man and a man named Michael Kavanagh were fighting. Didn't Brendan kill him. The boys of the area drove him out then. He went down to Kiltimagh in County Mayo and he was going around like a tinker there.
One evening he came to a place where there was a big meeting. He went as far as them and what was there but people throwing stones to find out which one of them was the best. He took the rock and he threw it further than any of the others.
They all gathered around him and asked him "who was he". He told them his story from start to end. They jumped on him then and they killed him. His mother heard about it and great sadness came upon her. She walked down to County Mayo and she opened the grave. She took the head from the body and she closed the grave again.
She came home then and she left the head on a big stone that was at the back of the boreen. She cried for three days and three nights. Then she put it underneath the stone. She lied on the stone then, and she died. The stone is called "Cloch Bréndán" [Brendan's stone], and the boreen behind it is called "Boirín Aindriú".
It is said that that woman is to be seen every year, and that she does have the head under her arm. It was said that the stone should not be broken, but it was broken a few years ago and there is nothing more about it.

Patrick Delaney,

Written by Pádhraig Ó Dubláine / Patrick Delaney of  Coitchianta / Coteenty.
Anach Cuain, pages 22-23. Link:

Oíche na Gaoithe Móire - The Night of the Big Wind, Eibhlín Ní Ghráinne

In the year 1839 there were a lot of people working in Corrandulla, and they were far from home. They went in under the shelter of a hill or a large rock because the wind was knocking the houses. There was one man named Thomas Hession and he said he'd go home, no matter what would happen. When he was going between the mill road and Thomas Kelly's house, there was a large flood. The wind got so strong there that it took the water three feet high. The poor man spent from nine o'clock at night to morning on the bank there. When they went out in the morning they found Thomas Hession, and he was close to death. The other men who stayed in the shelter were safe.

Written by Eibhlín Ní Ghráinne / Eileen Greaney of Kilgill, from her father Seán Ó Gráinne/John Greaney (61).
Corr an Droma, Book 2, pages 512-513. Link: