School: Cromadh (B.)
- Location:
- Croom, Co. Limerick
- Teacher: Dáithí Ó Ceanntabhail
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“One day as St. Patrick was going about preaching, it rained very hard.”
One day St. Patrick was going about preaching, it rained very hard. The Saint went into a poor man's botan. "A terrible hard day, honest man", says the man of the house to the Saint. "You have your health", says the Saint, in a nice way to the man of the house.
"I have, thank god", says he. "Well", says the Saint. "There is never a hard day while you have your health, 'tis the want of that, that makes the bad weather". "That's the truth, David and I have it from the old people, but the young snibs that's growing up now would laugh at them".(From Dan Ryan, Tooreen, 76)
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- Dan Ryan
- Gender
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- Age
- 76
- Address
- Tooreen, Co. Limerick
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“When I was a mere lad I used to hear of a certain spirit, and I don't think it used be called a ghost, that used make attacks, and fatal attacks, on people in a certain place whose exact location I have long since forgotten.”
When I was a mere lad, I used to hear of a certain spirit, and I don't think it used be called a ghost, that used make attacks, and fatal attacks, on people in a certain place whose exact location I have long since forgotten. This spirit was finally laid, by a man who converted a florin, the coin with the cross on it. into a bullet. Loaded a pistol with this bullet, and shot the spirit with it. That memory returned to me looking at a
James 11 coin, recently discovered in this neighbourhood, but beyond that I cannot go. (D.O.C.) (no title)
“Breilleach = a soft slob of a woman, a danger to herself.”
Breilleach = a soft slob of a woman, ad danger to herself.Cromadh.