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Plague of…Locusts (?!)…Galway – 1689

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The Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser 6th May, 1841
PLAGUE OF… LOCUSTS(?!) …GALWAY – 1689
According to the best account I can get of the swarms of insects which of late years have much infested the kingdom of Ireland, I find that this flying army was first taken notice of in the year 1688. They appeared on the south west coast of Galway, brought there by a south-west wind, one of the common, I might say, trade-winds of this country. From hence they made their way into the more inland parts, towards Bedford, a place belonging to George St. George, Bart., about twelve miles from the town of Galway. Here and in the adjacent country, multitudes of them showed themselves among the trees and hedges in the day time, hanging by the boughs, thousands together in clusters, sticking to the back of one another, as in the manner of bees when they swarm. In this posture or lying still and covered under the leaves of the trees or clinging to the branches, they continued quiet, with little or no motion, during the heat of the sun.
But towards evening or sunset, they would all arise, disperse and fly about with a strange humming noise much like the beating of drums at some distance and in such vast incredible numbers, that they darkened the air for the space of two or three miles square. Those that were travelling on the roads, or abroad in the fields, found it very uneasy to make their way through them, they would so beat and knock themselves against their faces in their flight, and with such a force as to smite the place where they hit and leave a slight mark behind them.
A short while after their coming, they had so entirely eaten up and destroyed all the leaves of the trees for some miles round-about that the whole country, though it was in the middle of summer, was left as bare and naked as if it had been in the middle of winter; and the grinding of the leaves in the mouths of this vast multitude, altogether made a sound very much resembling the sawing of timber. They came also into the gardens and destroyed the bulbs, blossoms and leaves of all the fruit tree, that they were left perfectly naked; nay, many of them that were more delicate and tender than the tree, lost their sap as well as leaves, and quite withered away, so as they never recovered it again particularly several trees in the curious plantation of one Mr Martin.
Nay, their multitudes spread so exceedingly, that they got into the houses, where numbers of them crawling about, were very irk-some; and they would oft to drop on the meat as it was dressing (sic) in the kitchen, and frequently fall from the ceiling of the rooms into the dishes as they were stood on the table while they ate – so extremely offensive and loathsome were they.
Their numerous creeping spawn, which they had lodged underground next the upper sod of the earth, did yet more harm in that close retirement than all the flying swarms of their parents had done abroad; for this young destructive brood, being underground, fell to devouring the roots of the corn and grass, and eating them up, ruined both the support of man and beast. This spawn, when first it gave sign of increasing every day, became a bigger worm, till at length it grew as big as a great white caterpillar; from whence according to the usual transformation natural to those smaller animals, came forth thus our flying insect.
The rage of this plague of vermin was fortunately checked several days. High winds, wet and mysting (sic.) weather, destroyed many millions of them in one day’s time.

Whence I gather, that though we have them in these southern moist climates, they are more natural, and more peculiarly belonging to warm and dry countries. Wherever these ill constitutions of the air prevailed, their bodies were so enfeebled they would let go their hold and drop to the ground from the branches where they struck; and so little a fall as this, at this time, was of sufficient force quite to disable, and sometimes perfectly kill them. Nay it was observable, that even when they were most alive and vigorous, a slight blow or offence would for some time hinder their motion if not deprive them of life. During these unfavourable seasons of weather, the swine and poultry of the country watched under the trees for their falling and ate them up in abundance, being much pleased with the food, and thriving well upon the diet. Nay I have been assured, that the poorer sort of the native Irish (the country then laying under a scarcity of provision), had a way of dressing them, and lived upon them as food.
In a little time it was found, that smoke was very offensive to these flies, and by burning heath, fern, and such like weeds, in this or that corner of their dardens or orchards which lay most convenient for the wind to disperse it among the trees, they would secure their gardens and prevent their incursions; of if they had entered, drive them out again.
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Moving Bog – Village overwhelmed – 1909

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The Intermountain Catholic, February 27, 1909 p 6
VILLAGE OVERWHELMED BY VAST MOVING BOG
Details have just begun to reach Boston of a disaster in the west of Ireland, which in many respects has had no parallel in recent years.
Because of heavy rains and a severe frost, which was again followed by a thaw and more rain, a great section of a bog detached itself from the side of Mount Mary in County Galway and moved along silently in the night, overwhelming an entire village.
The people were all asleep and the first intimation they had of the disaster was the houses began to rock and move from their foundations. Some of the people, on trying to escape, found themselves waist deep in mud. The disaster came so suddenty and the bog moved with such rapidity that it was with the utmost difficulty that the people could get to safe ground, and in spite of all efforts one woman lost her life.
Cattle and livestock of all kinds were lost, and, or course, the people lost all their personal property. Ten houses were totally destroyed and fully 100 were damaged, some of them very seriously.
The latest accounts received in Boston state that 200 acres in the villages of Ballygar and Kilmore were covered with mud to a depth of twelve feet and that the bog is still moving, but much more slowly that at the outset.
The disaster attracted general attention in the west of Ireland.

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Outfoxed! – 1898

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THE APPEAL, DECEMBER 24 1898 P3

Off the west coast of Ireland is a small Island where rabbits abound and when the tide is out the place may be reached by wading, the water being then only a few inches in depth. Two fishermen one day rowed to the island for bait, it being high tide, and on landing saw a fox lying on the beach. The fur of the animal was all wet and dirty, and he seemed to have been drowned.
One of the men, remarking that the skin was worth something, pitched the fox into the boat, and after they had returned to the mainland, he picked him up by the tail and threw him ashore. As soon as the cunning animal struck the beach, he jumped up and shot off like a flash among the cliffs, while the men stood staring at each other in mute astonishment. The men concluded that the fox had crossed over to the island during the night, while the tide was low, in search of rabbits, and finding in the morning that he was cut off from the mainland, he counterfeited death, with the expectation of getting a passage to the shore in a boat.
It may be that the fox was really stunned and almost drowned when found by the men, and had had time to recover on the way to the mainland; but the manner in which he jumped up and ran away the moment he touched land, indicated a clear case of “playing possum”.

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National Bank 1907 – no cheques in Irish please

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THE INTERMOUNTAIN CATHOLIC JANUARY 26, 1907
A resolution passed by the Galway County Council condemning the action of the National bank for refusing to accept checks signed in Irish, has been adopted by several popular bodies in the country.

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The Passing of the Shee – 1902

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THE CATHOLIC PRESS SATURDAY 5TH APRIL 1902
THE PASSING OF THE SHEE

And did you meet them riding down
A mile away from Galway town?
Wise childish eyes of Irish gray,
You must have seen them, too, to-day.

And did you hear wild music blow
All down the boreen, long and low,
The tramp of ragweed horses’ feet,
And Una’s laughter, wild and sweet.

Oh, once I met them riding down
A hillside far from Galway town;
But not alone I walked that day
To hear the fairy pipers play.

They lighted down the kindly Shee,
They builded palace walls for me;
They built me boker, they built me bawn,
Ganconagh, Banshee, Leprechaun.

They builded me a chamber fair,
Roofed in with music, walled by air,
And, in its garden, fair to sight,
Green wallflowers, windflowers, brown and white.

Bouchaleen bree, if you should see
One riding with the happy Shee,
One with blue eyes and yellow hair,
Less light of heart than many there-

Ah, tell him I’m seeking still
Our fairy hold by fairy hill-
Following the fairy pipes that play
Over the hills and far away.

NORA HOPPER

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The Banshee

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The Banshee Henry Meynell Rheam (1859-1920)
The Banshee
Henry Meynell Rheam (1859-1920)
DAILY YELLOWSTONE JOURNAL, AUGUST 21, 1889 P4
THE BANSHEE

The single superstition of which every one has heard, and which is almost universal in Ireland, is of the banshee. Bean-sidhe is the Irish name for this wonderful creature and it literally means ‘the woman of the fairy mansions’. Her office is to announce a coming death. For several nights she appears, sometimes as a radiant maiden, sometimes as a decrepit old woman with long flowing hair, and wails her plaintive lamentations for the approaching death. If the death is to occur by natural ailment, the ‘keening’ of the banshee is simply measured and pathetic; but if accident or untoward calamity are to be associated with it, then her lamentations are loud and clamorous.
But she is easily disturbed and vexed, and if ever frightened away will never return during the same generation. This would be a calamity; for while the Irish banshee favors no particular class, cast or religion, she only comes to families of long and respectable line. She comes as a friendly spirit to these, not as an inimical one, and to be known as a family deserving and possessing her pathetic guardianship, is regarded as an honor of a very tender and sacred character. Many truly believe the banshee to be the spirit of some former member of the family.

Cor. New York Commercial Advertiser.

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Emer

Illustration of Cuchulainn and Emer by H.R.Millar, published in Celtic Myth and Legend by Charles Squire (1905
Illustration of Cuchulainn and Emer by H.R.Millar, published in Celtic Myth and Legend by Charles Squire (1905
Emer is a name from ancient Celtic mythology. She was the wife of Cu Chulainn, renowned for her beauty, wisdom, wit and the art of needlework. Her father, Forgall Monach, did want want her to marry Cu Chulainn and tried to prevent the match – so, in keeping with the times Cu Chulainn abducted Emer and made her his wife – but only when he proved himself worthy.

The only jealousy of Emer was Fand – a beautiful spirit who seduced Cu Chulainn and tried to coax him away with her. Fand was unsuccessful.
Emer is featured in the Ulster Cycle of Irish Mythology. My mum put a poster of her in our kitchen, just behind my chair. She was amazing … my mum – and Emer.

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Tea and Pistols – 1864

National Museum of American History, Smithsonian Institution Tranter revolver, in 1863 given to Confederate Major General James Ewell Brown “Jeb” Stuart by his prussian (german) Staff Major Heros von Borcke (1835-1895)
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Tranter revolver, in 1863 given to Confederate Major General James Ewell Brown “Jeb” Stuart by his prussian (german) Staff Major Heros von Borcke (1835-1895)
LIFE IN SYDNEY AND SPORTING CHRONICLE 27 FEBRUARY, 1864 P4
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A Galway gentleman once entered a coffee house in London and called for tea. His brogue attracted the attention of a scented civilian in the opposite box, who relying on his superior accent, resolved to have a jest at the expense of the stranger. The civilian called for tea too; the Irishman called for muffins, so did the civilian, toast, milk, sugar, &c, were severally called for by the Irishman, and as severally called for by the fop, who enjoyed in his corner the supposed embarrassment to which he was subjecting the Galway gentleman. At last, with the greatest composure, and, if possible, with a richer brogue, the Irishman desired the waiter to “bring up pistols for two!” The jester’s echo was suddenly silenced, and he quickly made his exit.

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Galway Ghost causes chaos – 1891

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BRISBANE COURIER, 5TH FEBRUARY 1891 P2
A GHOST AT THE WINDOW

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It would seem (says England and the Union) that Galway is not going to be behindhand in the matter of belief in the supernatural, judging from the state of excitement created a few nights ago by the rumour that a ghost had made its appearance at one of the windows of a house in Abbeygate Street, directly opposite the sacristy of the Pro Cathedral of St Nicholas.

This house, it must be mentioned, was lately occupied by a woman who died after a very short illness. Since her death it became tenanted by another person, but from some cause or another, the last mentioned left, and the place remained unoccupied till last week. On the night it was occupied some children were passing to attend devotion at the chapel, when they say they observed a sort of unusual light in the house, and a woman standing near the open window, who, in a sepulchral voice, said, “offer one prayer for me.” Some of the children fainted on the spot, and this caused others going to their devotions to inquire into the cause.

The tale of the spectre at the window spread like wildfire and in a quarter of an hour no less than 2000 persons had congregated outside the haunted house. The streets on each side became blocked. The crushing and jostling to get a glimpse at the “visitor from the other world” was such as has never been equalled in Galway. Several persons were thrown down and trampled upon, and it was with the greatest difficulty a strong force of police, after about three hours’ incessant labour, succeeded in clearing the streets sufficiently to allow pedestrians and cars to pass. The tramcars were even compelled to stand still in the streets.

The following nights the same state of things have prevailed, but up to the present the real cause of the rumour has not been satisfactorily explained. Several versions of what the object really was that created such a sensation are given, but the adult portion of the community say that fifty years ago there was also “something seen” in the house, it having been the scene of a most brutal murder – namely the assassination of a woman named Maxwell by her husband. From the description now given of the late apparition by the children, who say they saw it, the older people say it is one and the same ghost, which has to put up alternate half-centuries in this world and the other. The police are stationed near the place, where four streets meet, and it is as much as they can do to keep the curious from congregating. It is most surprising that amongst this class are to be found some of the most respectable, and, it might be expected, enlightened people in the town, both male and female. The strangest thing of all is that, notwithstanding the thousands who congregate nightly, not one – even the police – have the courage to try to unravel the mystery.