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Heritage Treasure Trove, Laois

Treasure Trove – Heritage.  Laois


There is a ‘Treasure Trove’ relating to our Heritage in Co. Laois.  A friend of mine had told me that I really had to go and see this place and I am telling you now that it is incredible!!  The photos I have here don’t even do it justice.  The creator/owner of the Treasure Trove is of himself a Treasure also.

Some people know that I had 3 friends from the US staying in Sandymount House, Abbeyleix for 3 days last week.  The first day we met we headed off to Kilkenny, the 2nd day the plan was for me to bring them to the Rock of Dunamase (because that is an incredible Heritage treasure for Co. Laois).  En route, just as we got to a turn in Portlaoise I remembered that my friend had told me I had to go see this place and I changed route.

We got there, I spoke to the owners son he let us into the building and then telephoned his father to tell him that he had visitors.  His father returned and I have to say I was so glad.  As I’ve said he is a Treasure of himself and he walked all around telling my friends the history of every object – not exactly everything because there is so much ‘stuff’ there that it would take you a week to get round it all and even then you still would not be finished!!

My photographs do not do the Treasure Trove justice.  Light was bad and I only had my little camera with me.  Some of these photos may include my friends Sue, Mary and Phil.

Enjoy –  as we did :)

My ‘Header’ photograph on this page is of a Trolley which was used in St. Vincent’s Hospital, Athy, Kildare to transfer bodies to a paupers grave during the Great famine.


Carnlough (Glenarm), Antrim. Marriage 1869-73

Carnlough (Glenarm) Marriages, Antrim

Carnlough (Glenarm) Marriage Index 1869-73

The following table of Carnlough (Glenarm) marriages is transcribed from Microfilm No. 5474/6 held online by the National Library of Ireland accessible through their Roman Catholic Parish Register Search page.  This is an index of the names of the people who were married in this Roman Catholic parish during the years 1869-73.  This section of the register is in English and is *very* difficult to read.

My list is sorted by the surname of the groom.  Question and dot marks indicate letters or words I had a problem reading.
Place names are given in this section of the register

Nicknames, Shortened names used in Irish records

NameSurnameFromName BrideSurname BrideFromDateYear
DanielDela??neyPer…..SarahMcGall…..????11 ??June1873
JamesMc?Kiver or McRiverGlenarmElizaWhyteDun?orine17-Dec1873
WilliamMcNeillGlenarmEllenMcCambridgeBay Carnlough15-Jan1872
MichaelToomeyLarneMargaretGlass or GlafsCarnlough25-Feb1873

Live Christmas Crib, Rathdowney, Laois 2015

Live Christmas Crib.  Stories behind the animals

There has been a live Christmas crib in Rathdowney for the last 15 years and behind most of the animals there is a story.

This Christmas Crib is taking in donations in support the Children’s Hospital in Crumlin. People come and look at the animals, children feed them, some of the children (and even adults) sit up on the back of Jack the donkey.

The donkey Jack is 25 or 26 years old and he was orphaned when he was born. A little girl knew that the donkey was an orphan and persuaded her Dad that they would rescue the donkey. Jack was reared on a bottle and has come to live (on loan) with 3 other donkeys that Noel owns. Then we have another donkey Dusty, his name is Dusty because whenever you hit his back the dust rises up.  Dusty is the donkey who neighs very regularly in the crib.



Then, then we have Suki and Cloud.  Suki is the Mammy and Cloud the 10 week old baby.  Cloud is white even though her Mammy is black and her Daddy brown.  These two have never been kept in a pen before and it’s taken a few days now but Suki will take carrots from people.  She is very protective of Cloud and Cloud, Cloud is just beautiful and quiet and soft.

A few days ago the animal that I was calling the star of the show arrived.  Vera the Scottish Highland cow.  Vera came to live in Ireland 8 years ago and she is just beautiful.  I got some lovely photos of her just before she left her trailer and as she came into her stall part of the crib.  She is so quiet.

Bob the pony has been there since the first day that animals came in.  Poor old Bob his feet get itchy and you will hear him banging them on the ground to get rid of the itch.  Outside of that, what can I say about Bob.  He’s a dote if you know what a dote is.  He’s just there and his head is out of his stall most the time while he tries to communicate with everyone.  I think Bob belongs to Paddy Keyes.

Now we come to the real star.  Dustin the turkey.  Dustin was the turkey they had last year and a lady came and asked Noel not to kill Dustin.  Noel told her that if she made a donation to whatever charity they had last year then she could take the turkey home. She did and Dustin went home with her.  Noel wanted to know if she still had Dustin this year and so he telephoned her number (which he has listed in his phone as Mrs. Turkey).  Dustin came for a visit.  Yesterday two little children were in with their Granny and one of them turned round to me and said that the turkeys name is “Tinsel”.  It dawned on me that these had to be the children of the woman who had saved Dustin last year and I chatted away with them.  They wanted to know if they could bring Dustin home with them and I promised he would be home by Christmas.  I’ve been photographing Dustin for the last few days and I swear to God no matter how puffed up he seemed to be before he was bigger and fatter and more spread out when those two children were in.  He even talked to them gobbling away as they left.  Their Granny told me that Dustin follows them  around when they are out in the garden.  It was really very interesting to watch this interaction.
It took me a day to notice that the colour of his head changes.  They say it is white when he is calm and red when upset.

Next stall we have a sheep called Bubba. This sheep was one of triplets born to one mother. A sheep can only take care of two lambs so the farmer gave Bubba to a Nanny goat to suckle. The Nanny goat is called Kelly. Bubba follows Kelly around all the time and Kelly treats the sheep as if it is a baby goat!

Then we have a big Billy goat called Joe

A white Nanny goat called Snowy and her twin kids and then Jackie (or J.J.) the Shetland pony.

Finally, even though we know there were no reindeer at the Nativity, we had to have some reindeer at our live Christmas Crib because for children where would Christmas be without reindeer.  One of these reindeer has been named Rudolph!  It took 3 days and a lot of effort for these reindeer to get to Laois from Lapland, Noel picked them up last Friday and it took until Saturday night to get their ‘stable’ ready.  The stable is completely closed off in case any of them try to jump away on us!  The bottom of the panel has had holes placed in it to allow children see the reindeer.

Durty Nellies Photographs, Bunratty, Co. Clare

And so Penelope Pig has her first official outing.  She’s managed to break a wing but it got held on for the photo. Durty Nellies – what can I say.  A nice little pub right beside Bunratty – great location.  Food was good, company was great and I figured you’d all like to get a look at the interior.  I seem to have lost one photo which was a shot of the front of the pub.

St. Mary’s Church, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary

The Church of St. Mary’s is a very ancient and highly picturesque structure. In its present re-edified state it is, perhaps, the most beautiful of the parochial churches of Ireland; and it is to be regretted that while its original foundation seems completely buried in obscurity, so little is known of its after-history down to comparatively recent times. And yet that old church was the scene of some remarkable events – perhaps the most remarkable being the visit of the famous Dr. Brown, Archbishop of Dublin, who came in 1593, and preached before the Archbishops of Cashel and Tuam, and eight of the Bishops, and also in the presence of an immense popular audience, a sermon “advancing the King’s supremacy.” Then there was, in the following century, the enthronement of the famous Bishop Gore, whose valuable bequest in aid of “ruinated churches” was lately rescued from an adverse possession, and secured to this diocese for all time, mainly through the zealous and persistent efforts of the present Rector of Dunmore, the Rev. Thos. Gimlette, D.D.; and latest of all, the very first episcopal election after the passing of the Church Disestablishment Act was held within those walls, when the present Lord Bishop of Cashel, Maurice Fitzgerald Day, was elected.

St. Mary’s occupies what may be termed the north-western angle of the ancient borough; and stands in the centre of an extensive and beautiful enclosure, now overcrowded with “the habitations of the dead.” The churchyard, with its shady avenues of venerable trees, is enclosed on the north and west sides by the remains of the ancient town walls; the recessed arches in these walls are filled in with granite or marble monuments – while with their parapets are connected three of the old watch-towers belonging to the original fortifications. They are rather quadrangular in shape, and are pierced with narrow windows, evidently of great antiquity.

As to the church itself, its age can only be approximately arrived at from a careful inspection of its older parts. Probably it should be ascribed to the twelfth century ; and it is said that St. Mary’s was built just two-and-thirty years before the Abbey of Holycross.

The church was re-edified in 1805, partly by subscription, when the style was totally changed, the chancel, amongst other alterations, having been considerably diminished in length ; while the Corporation Gallery, emblazoned in front with the Clonmel arms, in oak, and erected on the north side, was then swept away.

In 1857 the church was all but entirely rebuilt in pointed style of the thirteenth century, and a new transept was afterwards added, on the north side.

“On entering the interior of the church itself, one is immediately struck with the elegant simplicity of the structure. The architecture is pointed, and, unlike the interior of the old church, the style is strictly carried out in the pillars, arches, and all the mouldings and omaments of the building. The light and elegant proportions of the pillars and arches, with the absence of side galleries, and the height of the open roof, give an effect of simple grandeur that is most impressive. Seven pillars divide the nave from the lateral aisles – which, with the wall of the tower and the terminal walls of the building, support nine arches, a tenth forming the entrance to a small southern transept; which has been opened in the tower. The pillars are of white sand-stone – the mouldings, the shields, and corbels supporting the principals and spandrils of the roof, being all in character. The chancel has not been altered; it is nearly as wide as the nave, but not so lofty, the roof of the latter being 56 feet 6 inches from the floor. The beautiful arches at either side, enriched with chevron ornaments, foliated capitals, and corbelled out with grotesques and sculptured heads; the groined roof, with diagonal and central ogives, and the exquisite tracery of the eastern stained-glass window, form a picture in this building not to be surpassed by any parish church in the country.” – Abbeys, Castles, and Scenery of Clonmel: Hemphill.

Some further improvements have since been made n the body of the church, including a beautiful pulpit, of Caen stone, resting upon a group of dwarf red Galway marble pillars, which has been erected as a memorial of the Rev. F. T. Brady, rector of the parish, who died in 1874.

Of the original architecture now remaining, the most prominent feature is the great eastern window, with its fine Gothic tracery, filled in with stained glass. A strange story is told about this same window. When, early in the present century, they set about pulling down and re-modelling the chancel-cutting off about thirty feet at the eastern end, and taking in at the opposite end that portion of the nave which had been screened off as useless – it became necessary, in the course of these changes, to take down the great old window; but alas! the person to whom this important work was entrusted forgot to make provision for its re-erection; and when the numerous blocks of stone mullions were strewn about, it was found impossible to place them together again in their former position. A timber window was substituted; while the old sculptured tracery lay scattered in all directions, half hidden amongst the graves by the long grass and rank vegetation. Some few years after an English tourist happened to visit our ancient churchyard, and, being struck with admiration at the beauty of these fragments of the old window, procured a skilled architect, who had them collected together, and the window itself restored according to the original design. It was filled in with stained glass during the churchwardenship of Messrs. Robert Romley and Samuel Morton Tuckey.

The steeple at the south-eastern angle of the church consists of a square basement of great antiquity, with a narrow spiral stone staircase in the walls, leading to a second storey: and an octagonal superstructure some sixty or seventy feet high, pierced in the upper part with eight louvred openings, in the form of Gothic windows, to allow free transmission for the chiming of the bells hung within. Five of these bells, supposed to have been cast in Clonmel, were placed in the steeple nearly two centuries ago; one of them, however, either fell or was taken down, and sold some time since as old metal – so that but four are now in position. Around each bell a legend is traced in raised but now rust-eaten letters. The names of the donors and the date (1697) are given in the inscription.

AI the north-east angle of the church was the Lady’s chapel, but so altered as to represent a massive embattled structure. At the south-west corner there formerly stood a small building, in correct style, known the private chapel of the White family. It cannot be more than seventy or eighty years since the removal of this chapel, after it had become unroofed, and had fallen into complete decay. The appearance it presented in its ruined stage was described by one,now some years deceased, who remembered to have looked, when a boy, through its broken windows. He saw the long grass and rank vegetation that choked up the interior, hiding partly from view the richly sculptured tombs and tablets which, in silent language, seemed to tell the old, old story – “Sic transit gloria mundi!” Some of these monuments were carried off to enrich other buildings, while the western window in the present porch of St. Mary’s once lighted the ancient chapel of the Whites. Three inscribed monuments belonging to this family, which are supposed to have originally belonged to this chapel, are now laid in the centre aisle of the church, near the chancel. They date from A.D. 1583. Two others were removed eighty or ninety years ago to decorate the little ruined chaple near St. Patrick’s Well. A sixth tablet, containing, the arms and insignia of a “Mayor of Clonmel” (1608), found its way, we are informed, to the Roman Catholic churchyard, Irishtown, long since, where for five-and-twenty years it served as a doorstep; fortunately it lay in a reversed position, with its face downwards, and this kept the inscription and armorial bearings free from becoming obliterated. It is now carefully preserved from injury.

Returning to St. Mary’s Church, there is in the south aisle a finely sculptured slab of fine grey limestone, now partly covered by the flooring of a pew. It bears this inscription :-

” Hic jacet Joannes Stritche burgensis huius oppidi qui obiit 25 Maii, 1622 ; et Margareta Daniel alias Smithe uxor eius qUae hoe monumentum superstes in memoriam dicti Joanis fieri fecit Ao. Dm. 1625 qUae obiit — quoru. animabus propitietur Deus.”

“Here lies John Stritche, a burgess of this walled-in town, who died the 25th May 1622; and Margaret Daniel, alias Smith, his wife, who, surviving, caused this monument to be erected in memory of the said John; who died — : to whose souls may God be propitious.”

The devoted wife left nothing to be added to this inscription but the date of her own death, for which a blank was left: that space has never been filled in.

In excavating the flooring of the church during the course of some improvement works about forty years ago, the entrance to a vault was discovered at the east end of the south aisle, immediately near Stritche’s tomb. Upon further search a skeleton was found enncased in armour, a portion of which was secretly removed. The then rector of the parish, the Rev. J. P. Rhoades, having learned of this sacrilegious act, had the stolen armour returned and replaced in the vault, which was then closed up; the place has not since been opened. We are assured of the truth of this singular discovery by a gentleman (Mr. B. P. Phelan, J.P.), who remembers to have seen the mail-clad skeleton. There are, besides these memorials of the past several beautiful white marble monuments erected within the church – the principal are those of Dr. Jos. Moore, for sixty-six years rector of the parish; and of several members of the Bagwell family of Marlfield.

The parish of Innislonagh, Marlfield, has been added to the Diocesan Synod to St. Mary’s, to form the Parochial Union of Clonmel.

Author : WILLIAM CLARKE. Published in In” Clonmel Chronicle.”
Taken from My Clonmel Scrapbook
Compiled & Edited James White
Second 1000 ; Published E. Downey & Co., Waterford ; 1907 ; No. ISBN

The Franciscan Friary, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary

The Franciscan Friary was founded in 1269, either by the townsmen, by Otto de Grandison, or by the Desmond Geraldines. The convent was reformed by the Observants in 1536, and surrendered by Robert Travers, the last guardian, 3rd March, 31 Hen. VIII. The property was given, half to the Earl of Ormond and half to the townsmen, who maintained the church, which the Provincial, Father Mooney, found in good order at his visitation to it in 1615. The Tudor iconoclasts had even failed to destroy a miraculous image of St. Francis, on which witnesses used to be sworn “it having been observed that perjurers had often been punished and confounded when they had had the audacity to swear against the truth, calling St. Francis to witness” (Alemand).

The Rev. C. P. Meehan has given us further particulars about the condition of the place when Mooney saw it. The conventual buildings were gone. But in the church the altars were standing, and also a magnificent monument to the Baron of Caher, and many others. The zealous Provincial was much “scandalised by the conduct of some Jesuits and other ecclesiastics, who, in the absence of the Franciscans, allowed the remains of the Protestant sovereign of Clonmel to be interred close by Lord Caher’s monument in the choir, and that he caused the body to be exhumed in the night time, and buried elsewhere. This, he informs us, he did with the permission of the Archbishop of Cashel.” The Archbishop was David Kearney. The Jesuits, if they showed less zeal than this distinguished Franciscan, certainly showed more policy. Mooney succeeded in rescuing the church altogether from the disciples of Loyola; but the lands, in spite of all his efforts, remained with the Earl of Ormond. These were but a few acres of land, partly situated at “New town, near Anner’s Bridge.” A long narrow pasture-field by the riverside, and lately added to the Osborne estate at Newtown Anner, is called, to this day, Inch-na; braher, or Friar’s Field. There were also some houses, one or more mills, and a fishing-pool and weir in Clonmel. The Earl of Ormond and the townsfolk respectively paid twelve pence rent to the Crown for their moiety or halfindel.

Cromwell is said to have stabled his troopers in the church, and the place fell gradually to decay.  After other strange vicissitudes, the building passed once more into the possession of the Franciscan Order. In 1827 the Friary was restored, and it is to be regretted that this was accomplished in a manner calculated, in a great measure, to destroy many traces of its original architecture then in existence. From the remains of the east window of the choir, which can now only be seen between the present ceiling and the outer roof, it was evidently a pure specimen of the Early English style, similar to the cathedral on the Rock of Cashel. The tower is the only part left in its original state – its parapet and pinnacles are, however, of modern erection. The present resident guardian, the Rev. James Walsh, O.S.F., has done much in beautifying the interior of the church, and has also shown a most praiseworthy interest in protecting from further injury the few fragmentary remains of the ancient sculptured monuments which once adorned the abbey. The covering slab of a remarkably fine tomb, belonging to the Butlers, and bearing the effigies of a Knight Templar and his wife, of the House of Ormond, has been carefully set up inside the church, immediately opposite the main entrance. We learn from the inscription it bears that this tomb was originally erected the memory of “James Galdie Butler,” and other members of the family, who died during the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries.

Author : WILLIAM CLARKE. Published in In “Clonmel Chronicle.”
Taken from My Clonmel Scrapbook
Compiled & Edited James White
Second 1000 ; Published E. Downey & Co., Waterford ; 1907 ; No. ISBN

Boula Church, Co. Galway

There I was – lost! – in Co. Galway :(  I’d set off to go from Portlaoise over to Loughrea and I did not have an actual map to show me the road but I did have the OS map I needed for that area of Galway.  I was after gravestones wasn’t I and my family are from over that way….

So, I asked trusty old Google maps on my phone to direct me and even though I was not expecting it the maps told me I had to go to Birr to get to Loughrea and that was all right except for when I got to Birr, Mr. Phone died and left me on my own and that was how I got lost!  I drove into Eyrecourt thinking ok, I can take photos here, *but* no, no good thinking that, I’ve already been in Eyrecourt and have already taken photos!  No signposts telling me where Loughrea is in relation to Eyrecourt so I set out for Portumna knowing that Loughrea was right of that…….

En route to Portumna, I spotted a church.  I would have sworn it was a Protestant church except for the grotto in the garden.  No gravestones.