Along the sea coast from Kerry to Galway, the people have a belief that the sea will take from you whatever you take from it.There was a lifeboat inspector in Kilmore recently and he said that there were eight people saved off the Galway coast just before the Aranmore disaster. Not long after this there were nineteen lost coming from Scotland, and the people

handful of rocks and threw them out in the water. These stones are to be seen to this day and they form a kind of a bridge, and that bridge is called St. Patrick's Bridge. St. Pat. went out along the bridge until he came to the end of it. Then he took up a large boulder and threw it in the direction of the devil but ti fell a few yards short of him. The rock or boulder is seen to the present day and it is known as St. Patrick's Rock.
When the devil was about five miles from Kilmore Quay the load was too heavy for him and he dropped a large portion of it. When he got about half a mile form where he dropped the first bit of land he got exhausted

say to the other man "Hingera, Hangera, Lighera pick how many horns are standing up" The other man of course wouldn't have the slightest knowledge, but of course he would make a guess. The game would go on until the man would guess the correct number.
There was an old woman lived in the Grange in the parish of Kilmore. She lived in a small house with a flat roof. Anyhow she died and all the neighbors came to her wale. About twelve o clock at night eight fellows came to the wake and they were as drunk as they could be. They all sang outside for a long time, until someone came out and told them to go away and not to be making a show of themselves. They heard no more singing

at the wake was very fond of music, and when he heard that this man was after coming he went down to the kitchen, where the travelling man was and asked him to play a few tunes. The man started off. It wasn't long until a dance started, and was kept up for an hour or so.
There was another man waking at Kilmore Quay many years ago, and it was a bright moonlight night. All the men at the wake went outside, and started a game of "pitch and toss"
There was a man waking in Gallbally one night, and there were a crowd of fellows talking in the kitchen. They were talking about cars with big wheels. Some of them said that it was twice

There are two blessed wells in Tomhaggard, St. James's and St. Annes. St. James' well cures all kinds of pains, and St. Annes was supposed to cure nearly any kind of a complaint. The feast of St James is celebrated on the twenty fifth of July, and St. Annes on the twenty-sixth.
The water used to be sold out of St James well on the great day, the twenty fifth. An old woman would sit at the well, and sell a tumbler of water for a penny, and anyone who wanted would buy the water would have a year's health.
St. Patrick's well is at Kilmore Quay. It is in a rock, and everytime the tide comes in, it goes into the well. When the tide goes out again

They fairies were supposed to travel in the whirlwinds hence the name she gees side gaovil.There is a rath in the parish of Kilmore and three fellows went to dig it one time and one of them died soon afterwards and the other got a hump on his back, and the other got bone disease. There is another rath called Rath Ronan and there are a lot of fairy ring around it. There was a family lived near it, three or four brothers and they had one sister, she used be taken away every night by the fairies and brought back in the morning. The brothers went to the priest about it and he told them to watch by here bedside all night. They did so but it was as much as

Great bonfires used to be held on the crossroads long ago. A lot of faggots would be stolen on some farmer in the neighbourhood and brought to the crossroads and then there would be two or three tar-barrels as well. Then the pipers and fiddlers would come along and sit down in the ditches and play music and the boys and girls would gather round the big fire and dance.
There was one down in Kilmore a long time ago and it was gettin late in the night and the fire was goin out. There was a woman in the crowd went into a nearby graveyard and brought out an armful of the crosses and threw them on

People pray to St John for to cure the toothache. When a person has a very bad toothache he should go to Mass on a weekday, and pray to God to take away the pain when thee Sacred Host wold be rising at the Elevation.
When a person has the hiccoughs he should think of where he was in the chapel when the Sacred Host was rising. There was a man down at Kilmore Quay, and he had the hiccoughs for two days and two nights, and he tried everything, but all was no use. Somebody told him of this cure, so he began to think where he was in the chapel, and while he was thinking he lost the hiccoughs. In order to get cured of them you must forget about them. If a

I remember the year 1849 when the evictions were at their worst. The landlord down here in [?] was Brown I think and as soon as he put out the little farmers, there were land grabbers around who grabbed the land.
We used to have a meeting here every evening and we'd go to the meetings with banners waving across the whole road and "The Land for the People" written on them, and "Pay no Rent", at these meetings it would be passed that all land grabbers were to be boycotted. There was wan man down here and he had a big shop and he grabbed some land from which a poor farmer had been evicted. Well there was a meeting held that evening and it was decided that he should be boycotted no wan ever darkened his door from that day out and he died soon afterwards.
There was a pirest in Kilmore at that time, Father Tom Doyle I think his name was, well twas Father Tom someday anyhow and he was head over these meetings and he helped the poor farmers

The Pattern of Kilcowan Graveyard (near Baldwinstown) is held on 15th August.The Pattern of Kilmore Graveyard is held on 17th March.There is a Blessed Well just near Baldwinstown called Slánsmaid Well (Slán méad)?

The year of 1803 I remember my father often sayin' was remarkable in County Wexford for a very dry and very warm Summer. Water was very scarce I used to hear him saying and I think that they themselves had to travel about five or six miles in search of water of any description. Many cattle and horses died in Glynn at least for the want of water and grass was terrible dry and burned up. Many of the small rivers that were always overflowing dried up. Hay particularly very scarce and the straw of the corn crop was also short and in many places could not be reaped but the cast or the yield of the corn was immense. The likes of it wasn't seen or heard of since or before, especially barley. The Winter following was the severest Winter ever remember in the livin' memory of man. Eleven vessels I often heard him saying were wrecked between Kilmore and the Tower of Hook and God knows how many more farther along the coast as the quantity of masts, [sparts?] and dead bodies that were cast ashore for months after was innumerable.