Volume: CBÉ 0407 (Part 2)
- Date
- 1937
- Collector
- Location
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“Flax! man. I tell you I 'sot' flax...”
(continued from previous page)That was back in 1914. He had a pub. We spoke flax night after night & drank 'oceans of whiskey', so that his daughters called the whisky 'flax-seed' Pity this work could not have been started 20 years ago!- I remember when I was teaching in the Monastery room in 1914, a boy came to the school one day. I had my class near the window and I asked the boys who he was "That's Paddy Glaisín" when I answered the knock he said "If you please, sir, I want to speak 'with' Thomas Green." Both are now priests.
- Like an inverted funnel with one side perpendicular: 'Depth' about 5 ft. from wall out no hobs. Holes at either side of fire for odds and ends. The 'blower' is universal (wheel bellows). The little Hall is 'lofted' for holding saddle, etc.
- Well about 1 mile from Limerick on our way in (left hand side - half mile beyond 'Magardle's' Pub. "Man who insisted on working on the Sunday. That Sunday he was ploughing and having finished in one field, was talking his team along the road to another. When passing this well the waters rose and drown himself and his horses (Tradition). Hence the name.