School: Ballinkillen, Muine Beag
- Location:
- Ballinkillin, Co. Carlow
- Teacher: Seán Mac Domhnaill
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- (continued from previous page)but Flanagan got a bad start, stumbling backwards and almost falling, just as the coach passed. The coachman cracked his whip at Flanagan and the last passed so close to his face that he became almost blind and remained so to the end of his life. He believed the stumble was providential as the last would probably have caught him in the neck and strangled him. The Dead Coach has not been seen or heard of in this district and in South Carlow since the mission given by the Franciscans in Borris (4 miles from the scene of the above incident) over 50 years ago.
- but Flanagan got a bad start, stumbling backwards and almost falling, just as the coach passed. The coachman cracked his whip at Flanagan and the last passed so close to his face that he became almost blind and remained so to the end of his life. He believed the stumble was providential as the last would probably have caught him in the neck and strangled him. The Dead Coach has not been seen or heard of in this district and in South Carlow since the mission given by the Franciscans in Borris (4 miles from the scene of the above incident) over 50 years ago.From John Redmond who for a time lived near Goresbridge comes a story also ofHOW GORESBRIDGE GOT ITS NAMEAbout 1820 there was a street of small one-storied houses at the Carlow side of the River Barrow at Goresbridge. In one of those houses lived three labouring boys, brothers named Gore. One of them, Ralf Gore, dreamt the same dream so often, that he could tell his brothers when going to sleep, what he would dream about. Always it was the same. He dreamt that(continues on next page)