Ambrose Con, Ballyhahill…died Dec 2022…Con was a past chairperson of the Gerald Griffins Ladies Football club. His wife Helen is the local correspondent for the Weekly Observer and Limerick Leader newspapers.
Ath Na gCorp, Clounleharde, Ballyhahill, plaque unveiled on Sunday August 18th, 2024…The following account by Peg Prendeville on Athea & District News, Knockdown News which can be accessed in Athea.ie .
Photo By George Langan Aug 17th, 2024.
Photo By George Langan Aug 17th, 2024.
Ballyhahill Christmas Party 2000 By Paddy Faley..W/O Dec 20th, 2000.
Ballyhahill Half-Set Dancers, won the County Limerick Final of Ceol an Gheimhridh at Ardagh…Photo – Weekly Observer Wed Jan 29th, 1992 p11. Photo includes – Jim Fitzsimons, Mairead O’Connor, Peg Prendeville & Jim Scanlon with musician, fiddle player, Roger O’Sullivan.
Ballyhahill National School.…A lively weekend is in store for the village of Ballyhahill writes Peg Prendeville…. who will be celebrating the 150th anniversary of the old school which is now the Parish Hall. On Saturday July 13th, 2024, evening Mass will be celebrated by Fr Mikie O’Connor at 5pm after which everybody will be invited back to the Hall for refreshments and music. But the main emphasis will be on old school pals meeting up and exchanging stories – good and bad. A little booklet has been put together also to commemorate the occasion. Well done to the committee members who have been working hard in the background to organise the event.
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Ballyhahill N.S. 24-06-02 By Paddy Faley.
Ballyhahill Notes...George Langan’s Book on Glenagragra
Brouder Coleman…June 22nd, 1994…Death of Coleman Brouder, Rathangan, Co. Kildare. Coleman was originally from Castlequarter, Ballyhahill. (Known locally as, Brouder’s at the White River)
Brouder Con, England and Castlequarter/Gortadromma, Tribute to By Paddy Faley – A Pleasant Meeting.
Brouder Mrs Margaret…Thursday Oct 1st, 1987…death of Mrs. Margaret Brouder, Gortnadroma,. Ballyhahill, mother to Raimey, Joe etc. Buried in Kilcolman cemetery.
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Brouder Raimey…poem to Paddy Faley
Chawke Catherine…Sept 12th, 1963…Death of Catherine Chawke nee Walsh, Clounleharde, Ballyhahill.
Clounleharde Massacre by Pelham’s forces, led by a man by the name of MacShane at Ath Na gCorp on March 12th, 1580. Weekly Observer, Wed Feb 28th, 2024. (see also Áth na gCorp)
Clounleharde….Poem, The Praises of Clounleharde written by my kinsman Micheal Og O’Longain. This was given to me by the late Thomas Michael Feury (Buddy) of Glenagragra, Glin that he recited for me verbatim during one of my many visits to his homestead. (See O’Longain Micheal Og)
The Praises of Clounleharde.
My fickle fancies and inclinations oft times did lead me from place to place
I’ve been prone to ramble by perambulation while life remains I shall never cease.
One day per chance while for recreation to view the beauties of this verdant lawn
In deep reflection, I chanced to stray through the pleasing landscapes of Clounleharde.
As if enchanted my senses scattered when I beheld the surrounding scenes
While abundant nature clad every meadow with vernal robes of delightful green
Each airy silver and each nymph and eagle each comely Saturn silver fawn
Are always sporting with sprightly motion through the pleasing landscapes of Clounleharde.
But in vain my efforts towards delineations the super subject of my infant thyme
Crown pagan Rick and that oration would not be adequate to paint the same
Oh hath I the eloquence of famous Cicero or like Juvenis or Mercury at dawn
Or like Jesurius could I paint the muses I’d write the beauties of Clounleharde.
‘Tis there you’ll see the thrush and blackbird wild goose and eagle and well fed stare
The jolly huntsman with his hounds and horn the fox the rabbit and the bounding hare
Its sterling springs are of the best spa-water, which my fond verses can be debarred
In spacious providences scattered wildly the blissful rarities of Clounleharde.
You’ll see the lark, the linnet, snipe, curlew and seagull the joyful songsters of the liquid air
The crake, the cuckoo, with gentle voices, the honest pheasant in her park doth cheer
The friendly neighbours or participators of the alterations of each other’s gains
While the numerous herds o’er the fields are grazing to crown the beauties of that rural swain
Abundant cares with all her graces for my dear subject has such regard While each yellow Autumn and yearly season smiles with complacency in Clounleharde.
It was there famed Daveron was by Goldsmith pictured and all the beauties this place can vie
The fields of Elysian whom poets treat of in super couplets of sweet poetry
Or the beauties of old Tara’s green or the splendour prospect of Rathcrahane
Cannot bear a ratio in point of beauty to the charming landscapes of Clounleharde.
Pray-gentle editor will you excuse me for many a defect this may comprise
Let friendship glow within each poets bosom rather pity such than criticise
A noble genius a joyful Tyro a humble scholar and a fearless bard
Can raise you up to famed Parnassus’ steps and paint you more pleasingly sweet Clounleharde.
Cummane Mairead...An Older Person…W/O June 1999.
Dillane John Joe., Dromagarraun, Ballyhahill and Glasha, Athea…died Jan 1990…buried in Templeathea Cemetery….Tribute to by his 1st, cousin, Paddy Faley….Weekly Observer, Jan 24th, 1990….Dillane John Joe., Dromagarraun, Ballyhahill and Glasha, Athea…died Jan 1990…buried in Templeathea Cemetery….Tribute to by his 1st, cousin, Paddy Faley….Weekly Observer, Jan 24th, 1990….
An Evening with John Joe By Peg Prendeville…
Dillane Martin, Clounleharde, Ballyhahill, Co. Limerick (son of Patrick Dillane & Ellen Liston) was born on 27 Nov 1895 in Kinard, Glin Co. Limerick. Martin Dillane, like his father before him, was a tailor and lived in Clounleharde, Ballyhahill. (Next to the school) I knew him well. I drew home the turf for him from Spa Hill bog back in 1970. On April 29th, 1930 at Ballyhahill church, Martin married Ellen (Nell) Enright, daughter of Mick ‘The Bram’ Enright, Clounleharde, the witnesses being –John Dillane & Bridget Quinn. Ellen died in 1988 aged 90 years. Martin and Ellen had a family of 5.
Egan Michael (Mick), Clounleharde, Ballyhahill married CATHERINE DILLANE as follows – Catherine Dillane was born on 18 Nov 1893 in Kinard, Glin Co. Limerick. She died on 24 Feb 1947 in Clounleharde, Ballyhahill County Limerick, aged 54 years. On April 25th, 1931, Catherine, aged 38 years, married Michael (Mick) Egan, aged 45 years, from Clounleharde, son of John Egan, a deceased farmer, the witnesses being – Thomas Egan & Margaret Kelly. Michael Mick Egan was born on April 9th, 1886, to John Egan and Margaret Dillane. Margaret was the daughter of Thomas Dillane, Kinard, Glin.
Egan Thomas, Clounleharde, Ballyhahill, Co. Limerick...(son of Mick Egan & Catherine Dillane above) was born on 28 May 1892 in Clounleharde, Ballyhahill County Limerick. He died in 1971. Married to Nora O’Connor, Clounleharde. Tom Egan and his wife Hanora (Nora) O’Connor lived for a time in the two-storied brick house before relocating, along with his family to Finnoe, Ballyhahill. In Irish Genealogy.ie Thomas Egan, address given as Glenbawn, Ballyhahill, got married on March 17th, 1942, to Hannah O’Connor who was also from Glenbawn, Ballyhahill, daughter of John O’Connor, the witnesses being – Pat Finucane & Peggy O’Connor. The townlands of Glenbawn and Clounleharde are located side by side. In fact Clounleharde School is in the townland of Glenbawn. Paddy Dunne formerly of Glenbawn and now Clarecastle, Co. Clare and myself had a good chat today Feb 2nd, 2023 about the subject matter.
Enright John, Glenbawn, Ballyhahill, Co. Limerick…John Enright married Elizabeth Leahy on Feb 8th, 1877 at Newtownsandes church, Elizabeth being the daughter of James Leahy, Carruaragh, Listowel, the witnesses being – John Costello and Margaret Enright.
Enright Liam,…Sat Sept 10th, 2022…burial of Liam (Liz) Enright, Clounleharde at 97 years of ageOn Feb 19th, 1870 at Athea church, .
Enright Margaret, Clounleharde…Aug 26th, 1962…Death of Margaret Enright, Clounleharde, Ballyhahill. (the Liz Enright’s, mother of Liam above)
Enright Mick ‘The Bram’, Clounleharde, Ballyhahill, Co. Limerick….Mick ‘The Bram’ Enright was born at Clounleharde on Sept 27th, 1867, son of John Enright & Margaret Ahern. On Jan 20th, 1889 at Ballyhahill church, Mick who was aged 22 years, married Catherine Walsh, Clounleharde, daughter of labourer John Walsh, the witnesses being – Thomas & Bridget Enright.
Enright Paddy, Killeaney Beg, Ballyhahill, Tribute to… Weekly Observer June 26th, 1996.
Gerald Griffin’s Junior Football Team, Tribute to By Paddy Faley W/O Oct 11th, 1995.
Gerald Griffin County Junior Champions Dec 1996 By Paddy Faley.
Gerald Griffins U12 1997 By Paddy Faley.
Gerald Griffin’s Ladies By Paddy Faley, W/O Oct 18th, 2000. 
Hayes Sonny & Daisy, Clounleharde….Sonny & Daisy Hayes, who were unmarried lived together at the home farm in Clounleharde, in a long avenue east of Clounleharde school. They had a brother Ned Hayes who married Mulcaire from Turraree and they settled in Mohernagh, Ballyhahill. I mowed many a filed of rushes for Sonny back around 1971 with tractor and mowing bar.
Hynes Paddy, Curra, Ballyhahill, death of in Jan 1998…tribute to By Paddy Faley.
Kelly Hellen, Moohernagh, Ballyhahill, Co. Limerick, Tribute to By Paddy Faley. Helen was a member of the Dublin All Ireland winning Junior Football team who defeated Clare in the final. Daughter of Joe Kelly. Weekly Observer Wed Nov 8th, 1989.
Leahy John & Eileen (Eily,) Kilmihil, Kilmallock & Clounleharde…Fatally injured in a Road Traffic Accident at Grange on Sept 10th, 1998. Eily nee Behan from Clounleharde and John from Tournafulla. Report in Limerick Leader Sat Sept 19th, 1998 http://www.irishnewspaperarchives.com Poem to their memory By George Langan W/O Sept 1998 as hereunder.
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Liston Patsy, Moyreen, Publican…died on Wed July 25th, 1990. Many’s the time I was in his premises with my grandfather Paddy Langan in the late 50’s early ’60’s as we travelled the Kerryline together in our pony and car.
Mangan Mick, Clounleharde…. Mick was the son John Mangan & Bridie Wallace, he had two brothers, John & Paddy Mangan. Mick was a renowned fiddle player. He married Elizabeth Walsh who lived approx. one half mile west of Ballyhahill cross on the Glin road. Mick married in there to a farm Elizabeth inherited from her uncle. They had no family. The story of Mick Mangan from Clounleharde paints a vivid picture of local history and musical heritage. As a renowned fiddle player, Mick’s legacy is captured in the tune known as “Mick Mangan’s Jig,” a piece of music that has been passed down through generations. Indeed, my grandfather Paddy Langan taught me that tune on the fiddle when I was very young, and I still have it to this day. This tune not only celebrates Mick’s skill but also serves as a testament to the rich cultural tapestry of the region.
McCoy Mrs, schoolteacher……Mrs. McCoy, whose maiden name was Fahey, came from Co. Clare to Glin as a schoolteacher. She married Dick McCoy, publican in Ballyhahill. She was teaching for a while in Ballyguiltenane before securing a fulltime post in Ballyhahill in 1940. They had no family.
O’Brien Den, Ballyhahill…Weekly Observer
O’Brien Dymphna…Feile Skills Award…tribute to by Paddy Faley Weekly Observer July 1997.
O’Connor Michael Rev Fr.. Dublin & Clounleharde…Tribute to by Paddy Faley on the occasion of Michael’s Silver Jubilee, W/O, May 1998.
O’Grady Jack & Peg, Glenbawn, Ballyhahill. Happy Anniversary Tribute By Paddy Faley
O’Sullivan Joe, Clounleharde, Ballyhahill...’The Bard of Clounleharde’. Joe was a carpenter by trade but was somewhat handicapped by weak eyesight. He was very quick to compose impromptu and has a good few songs to his credit.
O’Sullivan Mickeen Joe, Clounleharde….Mickeen was the son of Joe O’Sullivan who was known as ‘The Bard of Clounleharde’. Mickeen emigrated to England and married a nurse there by the name of Kinsella. They came to live in Clounleharde for a time but couldn’t settle, departing again for England where the spent the rest of their lives.
Prendeville Peg…All Ireland Short Story winner 1992
Prendeville nee Faley Peg….reply to my questionnaire of Feb 17th, 1997.
Prendeville Peg, Holidays in Athea….A.P.N. Aug 8th, 1998.
Prendeville Peg...Knockdown News…Rambling House tour of England 2000.
Prendeville Peg…March 28th, 2023… Knockdown News
Somebody in the Knockdown Vintage Committee has a strong link to the weatherman. They could not have got a more pleasant day, last Sunday, for their annual run in aid of their three chosen charities, Dromocllogher Respite Centre, Friends of St. Ita’s and Abbeyfeale District Search and Rescue. From early morning bikes, cars and tractors started coming, together with throngs of people, some laden down with food, all eagerly looking forward to a great day. And so it was. To me, an onlooker, it looked to be the biggest yet with all parking spaces used up in no time at all. They stretched from Ta Mullane’s house over past the shop, pub and on to the Spa hill junction. Everybody was in good humour, some meeting up with people they had not seen since this time last year. All were offered tea, sandwiches and goodies. There was music, raffle prizes, auctions and banter, all adding up to a great day for the area. Great credit goes to the hardworking committee who puts in hours and days of hard work to ensure success. Long may it continue.
May 2nd, 2023…Says Peg Peg Prendeville in her column, Knockdown News, in the Athea & District News – I was delighted to hear the cuckoo loud and clear during the week. A real sign of summer, I think. As we enter into summer my mind always goes back to the summers I spent in Athea with my Aunty Mary and all the Falahees. Aunty Mary’s birthday was April 30th, May Eve, so with her in mind I include the following poem which I wrote years ago although I am aware I have used it a few times….
Summer Memories
Oh the memories come flooding back and my eyes fill up with tears
At the thoughts of those summer holidays with my cousins through the years.
Tea in bed on Sunday morning – Auntie Mary was so kind,
How I loved my days in Templeathea, they’re forever in my mind.
To replenish the spring water to the well we used to go,
With a bucket on each handlebar so we travelled nice and slow.
We picked blackberries by the gallon as we walked along the way,
Sure we made our own small fortune when we sold them in Athea.
Once a week we took a walk to the Graveyard and Holy Well
To say a prayer for all the souls whom we knew would never tell
Of all the laughs we used to have between the headstones playing hide,
Sure we often broke the silence there, bringing smiles to those who died.
Drawing home the wynds of hay brought the greatest of delight,
That we could scarcely sleep with excitement on that night,
At the thought of all the fun we had with that lovely horse and float
Our legs dangling at the back, as we sang our glad hearts out.
And in the very hot days to the river we would race,
Having begged poor Auntie Mary ‘til she gave in just for peace.
Our clothes off in a jiffy we took no notice of the cold,
As we paddled, splashed and kicked around. ‘Twas worth more than any gold.In the evenings after milking to the ‘Bridge’ we went along
With a pint of milk for Breege and Jose, God rest them now – they’re gone.
And if there was a sudden downpour, then Uncle Peter hurried down
To make a dam outside their door for fear that they would drown.
In the evenings we gathered round the fire and looked forward to a stroll
From any of the neighbours who might have stories to be told.
They thrashed out the price of turf and hay and gave out about the weather.
We young children listened, eagerly, not caring which nor whether.
When, too soon, the night was over and it was time for bed,
After a slice of bread and tea the Rosary was said.
We all knelt down to say our prayers and thank God that life was good,
We looked forward to the day ahead and more fun to be had.
But now alas we have grown up and those times are in the past
We’ve left behind those carefree days, we knew they couldn’t last.
I know that times are better now than when we lived hand to mouth,
But, I feel sorry for the children now, as I think they’re missing out
Peg Prendeville… May 30th, 2023 wrote the following poem.
Sounds of Summer
Rocking in my garden seat, Creaking gently to and fro
Watching life continuing on, Like a stream in constant flow.
Listening to the chirping birds, Busy at their daily tasks
The leaves are whispering in the breeze, A honey bee goes buzzing past.
A tractor drones in a neighbour’s field, Boasting of a busy day
Taking advantage of the sun, Cutting silage, turning hay.
A cow concerned for her calf, Calls him back with a gentle moo
The clothes are flapping on the line, Peaceful times like this are few.
Children play out on the lawn, Sending out their squeals of joy
Laughing, singing, cheering on, Their playmates in a rugby try.
I close my eyes to appreciate, The restful sounds that I can hear
It’s easy to believe in God, When His presence is so near!
Prendeville Peg, Glenbawn…..Poem…
On a Summer’s Morning
The curlew calls way up in the sky,
The cuckoo’s song comes back in reply,
The cattle are lowing on their way to the barn;
Sounds on a summer’s morning.
The perfume of hay just recently cut,
The scent of the flowers as they open up,
The sterile fresh air as it sweeps in the dawn;
Smells on a summer’s morning.
The rustle of leaves in the pure gentle breeze,
The chirping of birds making nests in the trees,
The turf machine promises “I’ll keep you warm;”
Sounds on a summer’s morning.
The cloudless blue sky with its streamers of white
Whispers to us of its traffic all night,
The gorse all ablaze, the spray of whitethorn;
Sights on a summer’s morning.
Flower gardens resplendent in colours so bright,
Grasses all glistening from the dew of the night,
Bathed in brightness, all lovely and warm;
The world on a summer’s morning.
Heart light and airy, the world’s at peace.
With each breath of air all my worries cease,
God is in Heaven – the devil I scorn
Thoughts on a summer’s mornin
Prendeville Peg...Feb 13th, 2024…Peg Prendeville wrote the following in her column, Knockdown News, in the Athea & District news – It was lovely to hear George Langan back on Cork Music Station on last Saturday night. He has been missing since December 23rd due to the bereavement of his brother Patrick followed by a severe dose of the flu. He has had a hard few weeks so we send him all our good wishes.
Prendeville Peg…taken from her Knockdown News column on Athea & District News of Feb 20th, 2024.
A bit of poetry this week to get away from the troubles of the world at the present time.
Recently I wrote the following poem:
Home by the Kerryline
The Kerryline from Glasha to Blaine
Feels like home to me
As I travel along this country road
I am swamped in memories
Of growing up in the Mountain Home
The house where I was born
Where the Faleys lived for many years
And worked hard from early morn.
A small thatched house with two bedrooms
No water or electric light
A well down in the meadow
Water drawn home before each night.
Three generations were born here
And thrived in the mountain air
All happy and contented
With no time given to despair.
Memories keep coming
As I pass by Glasha Lake
My mother at the open fire
Baking me a birthday cake.
The murmur of people in the bog
Footing on the famed round bank
Or pikes of dried hard black ciarans
Heaved into the lorry of Mick “Gol Dang”.
Oh yes I’m carried back the years
To this place where I belonged
I think of Higgins, Langans and Falahees
Windles, Daltons Lynches and Longs.
So as I drive though this Kerryline
It brings solace to my heart
And tho I left it years ago
I never really did depart.
For in this little valley
With hills on either side
It’s like I’m wrapped in mother’s arms
And it’s here I want to hide.
Safely cuddled in her embrace
With kind neighbours all around
Their gentle presence is still felt
In this sacred boggy ground.
I sent it to George Langan who replied in verse as follows:
(we will include George’s reply next week)
George Langan’s reply to Peg’s poem from last weeks issue
Ah yes indeed Peg, the sweet Kerryline
Where oft-times we roamed, in the sweet summertime
Down the bog road, from your old mountain home
Where times long ago, the memories were sown
In that whitewashed house, humble and clear
Echoed the sounds, of laughter and cheer.
Where once was a bog-hole, there’s now a bright lake
The sign of the times, how my heart it dot break
And the well in the meadow, we can no longer see
Surrounded by spruce, and the conifer tree
God rest your dear gran, she was Bridge Faley White
Who worked like a beaver from morning till night
And the lads cutting turf, on the famous round bank
Bill, Paddy, Mick, Danny, and Danaher ‘The Yank’
Higgins and Langan’s, and the Falahee boys,
The Lynch’s and Dalton’s, those familiar eyes
Many years have since passed, since you moved away
But your heart still remains, where the grouse once held sway
Many neighbours are gone, but their presence remains
In that haven of peace, where love it sustains
And as the Kerryline carries us, both on our way
Within our young hearts we long for to stay
We remember the ‘Bard’, see the imprint of his toes
Inspiring us daily, these lines to compose.
George Langan
Prendeville Peg…..Poem on Feb 25th, 2024 re- Abha Bhan Players..
Abha Bhán Players
Nights are busy in the Parish Hall
As preparations are under way
Setting up the stage and checking lines
The cast of ten are busy
And a little nervous too
Preparing for the opening night
Of a The Tomb with a View.
It is a comic thriller
With many funny lines
Be prepared for twists and turns
As you sort out the crime.
Guaranteed you will go home
With stitches in your sides
From laughing at the antics
Of this group from Abha Bhán side.
Bookings will be ready soon
So make sure and mark the date
Of the four shows in April
And be warned, don’t be late!
The first two weekends in April
Are the dates to book
So spread the word and get there fast
To find out who’s the CROOK.
“A Tomb with a View,” written in the 1970s by Norman Robbins
Just imagine a dark evening in late autumn. Rain and fog restrain the view, you can hardly see a couple of inches far. At the end of the long driveway that you are passing, a stately mansion, surrounded by a huge, old garden, is rising. It occurs to you quite soon that this pleasant garden with its rosebushes and marigolds holds a couple of dark secrets. The garden belongs to Monument House, which is the residence of the venerable Tomb family. After weeks of waiting, the time has come: The will of Septimus Tomb, the deceased head of the family, is to be read out.
You will have to be present in Ballyhahill Hall to find out what happens afterwards. April 5,6,12 and 13, 2024.
Prendeville Peg…February 28th, 2024, Knockdown News…..
In Knockdown all the background work is taking place in preparation for the Patrick Langan Memorial Run on March 24th. This successful annual vintage day promises to be bigger than ever this year to honour Patrick who, with Dave Noonan, was the founder of the club. This year the proceeds are in aid of two very worthy charities:
Mid-Western Cancer Foundation UHL and Parkinson’s Association of Ireland. (Mid-West Branch). All support will be appreciated.
The Kerryline is getting great attention this past week. Mike Ruttle, at the Ballyhahill Rambling House last week sang a song Paddy Faley wrote about The Sweet Kerryline. This was on top of my own attempt followed by George Langan’s poem. It seems it is dear to the hearts of many.
Prendeville Peg….Knockdown News, March 26th, 2024, taken from Athea & District News.
by Peg Prendeville
In spite of the miserable weather last Sunday a huge crowd turned out for the Patrick Langan Memorial Vintage Day. As usual there was a great atmosphere, tons of food, loads of prizes as well as all the tractors and cars. No doubt there will be lots of photos and reports in the local papers. Well done, once again, to the small, but totally dedicated, committee for all the hard work put into the preparation.
I attended the play in Athea last Saturday night and was very impressed with the acting. There were great laughs and a few interesting twists in the play “Turning Mammy”. Very enjoyable.
It is all systems go for the Abha Bhán Players as they put last minute touches to the set for their play which is totally different in content but has many laughs also. The group recently purchased and installed permanent stage lights in the Hall which will be there for future events and productions. These make this great facility in our parish even more precious. Tickets are selling fast for the four performances of A TOMB WITH A VIEW on April 5, 6, 12 & 13, so if you have not already booked your ticket do so now on
086-8458821 or 069 82106 ( business hours)
Cash only. No card.
I was talking to George Langan during the week and wish to bring your attention to his website
Here you will find a fascinating index to all things connected to Athea. George has spent years writing down dates and important events and he has them all catalogued in alphabetical order. If you want an interesting way to pass a rainy day then this is what you need. He tells me he has boxes of stuff to be recorded yet. A very interesting project.
In the midst of all the drama Easter has crept up on top of us. I wish you all a lovely weekend. Let’s hope
the sun finds its way through these awful clouds of rain. Will the land ever dry again?
Prendeville Saibh, Glenbawn, Ballyhahill.
Scanlan Jimmy, Ballyhahill, By Paddy Faley.
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From Athea Newsletter July 1996
Sheehy Tommy, Dan Culhane & Mick Brasill.
Woulfe Padden, Glenbawn…. Padden was the son of the Cooper, Maurice Woulfe who lived in Glenbawn after moving from a former home in Barneigue. Padden had a tiny farm in Glenbaun where he lived with his wife who was Bourke from Rooskagh. They had one daughter Josie Woulfe. Padden was an uncle to Mick Dalton of Glasha, Mick came from Glenbaun and married Moll O’Connor, Glasha. Padden had a brother who was a blacksmith.
Wrenne Patie, Clounleharde…. Patie was the son of Jack Wrenne from Knockfinnisk. Jack was a well to do farmer and cattle dealer who was married to Winnie O’Sullivan from Knocknaclugga, Athea. Unfortunately, Patie wasn’t the sensible man his father was and sold out the farm in bits and pieces, most of it to the forestry.
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