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There are no timber ploughs in this parish but it is not many years ago since there were a few in it.The handles of the ploughs were made of timber but the sock and colter were made of iron.The potatoes are generally dug in this parish about the month of October,they are dug with spades and sometimes ploughed ,the spades are bought in the shops.
About twenty five years ago there lived a man named Brady between Crusheen and Tubber ,who made spades for the farmers of Crusheen and the surrounding parishes for they were better than the spades bought in the shops.Many different kinds of potatoes are sown in this parish the names of them are Champions ,Land Leagures ,Irish

The tailors used go around to the houses long ago to make the clothes for the people. They would stay a week in every house and all the people of the place would come in every night to hear the tailor telling the stories. He used be sitting up on the table when he would be sewing. The people would have the cloth for him to make. It was frize clothes that they used get long ago.
The tailors that used come around here were Patrick O Connor from Crusheen Forde from Moyhee. They used to come when you would want them. There is a tailor in Crusheen now called Cullinan. He dose not go around to the houses only the people bring the cloth to him to make it.

distance of thirty miles in one day, and after sleeping in Limerick that night, return next day. Mr. Quigley, a tailor who lived in Spancilhill, walked from Spancilhill to Limerick, a distance of twenty miles occasionally in the same time.
Mr. James Dillon, of Parkalough, in the southern part of Crusheen parish, was able to jump a pair of horses yoked to a plough. He accomplished this feat many times at his native home.
Mr. John Griffey, Ballyline, about seven miles north of Ennis, swam across Inchicronan Lake after two horses and eventually succeeded in driving them home.
Michael Sweeney, of Rathclooney, now living in England was the one mile champion of Great Britain and Ireland. Rathclooney is about seven miles north-east of Ennis. Patrick McNamara, Lisofin, Tulla was able to run ten miles in fifty minutes.
Patrick McNamara, of Crusheen and

remained at home went bathing in Ulawn Lake, which is about two miles on the western side of Spancilhill, and was drowned.Mrs. Loughrey, of Drum, when returning from Crusheen by night in the month of December, 1913, missed her footing when crossing a flooded river during a snowfall and was drowned. Her body was discovered by Patrick McNamara of Knockreddin, which is about two miles south east of Crusheen.In 1919, an epidemic called influenza, locally called the 'flu raged about this locality carrying off many men and women who abode here.In 1907, Toureen House about two and a half miles east of Ennis was maliciously burned, but the occupants managed to escape through a window. In 1922, Roslevin House, about one mile south east of Ennis, was deliberately burned by the IRA during a Civil War, which raged at this time.

He had been caught hold of by the same sea animal, that frightened Michael Clancy previously.
In the year 1800, Michael Tierney of Crusheen, which is about eight miles north of Ennis, was returning home from Ennis after selling turf to earn his living. When passing Mr Michael Hogan's gate near Drumbaniff National School, his horse stopped suddenly and would not pass it. After a long time he got down to see what was the matter and he saw a huge dog as big as a huge donkey having the axle of the car caught in his mouth and fire coming from his mouth. He untackled the horse from the car and went home and he went for the car next day and the car was there on the road, but the axle had disappeared.
In the year 1825, a man named Mr Martin Noonan, who lived in Derryvett Crusheen, which is about eight miles north of Ennis, was a noted gambler and he usually stayed out very late every night. One night as he was coming home he met a huge man on the road who chatted with him. The strange man had a deck of cards and he asked Martin Noonan to play a game with him. They played on a wide flag and Martin let a card fall and when he stooped down to pick it up he saw that the man had cloven hoofs, and he ran home and when he opened the door he saw the same man playing the cards at the table. He fainted at the door. He was in bed for three months after, but he got well again and never saw the strange man

Long ago in the year 1890, a man named Michael Clancy of Derrycaliff, Crusheen, which is about eight miles north east of Ennis, was coming home from his "cuaint", when he heard a terrible noise on a lonely by-road.

In Inchicronan Lake, which is about a quarter of a mile south of Crusheen village, which is eight miles north of Ennis, is a small island with a copper beech tree growing in the middle of it. It is said that a large crock

L. "Oáirc Onóire":- This field is suituated near Crusheen and is not a very large field.
II. "An Mothar" :- This small garden is on the side of a fairly high hill, and it is surrounded by a high fence. There is a lot of small stones in the garden.
III. "Cragán an Fóladh":- A fairly large field situated near the village of Crusheen.
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"Lochán na Brón":- It is called "the Lake of the Sorrows" because of all the misfortune that happened to the people living there long ago.

that the village of Crusheen was in olden times and there were thirty two house there, but there are little signs of the houses now. The name most common in Carrahill is Mc Namara, and there are but few families of them there.

The District in which I live in is known as the district of Crusheen. It is a fairly large district The most of the old houses in the district are thatched. Long ago alot of people used to go to America from this parish

Saint Cronan is the patron Saint of this district. He had a monastry and a church in the Island. The Island is situated in the middle of the lake, which is called Inchicronan lake. Places are called after the Saint who resided there named Saint Cronan. The present parish which is called Crusheen, but that is not its real name. Its real name is Inchicronan parish. Some people are also called after

Long ago the fairs were held in more backward places than they are held nowadays. There used to be a fair in Crusheen in a place called "Brodac."
When a person

Parish. The most common Surname is Mac Na Mara. Their is a lot of lakes, namely the Island Lake, Cappanasta Lake, O'Brien's Lough, Drumamna Lake. There are some people in Crusheen who can speak Irish clearly.

About ninety years ago there was a fir in Crusheen and it was called the the fair of Brodick. People came from Ennis ,Gort, Feakle, Tulla ,and Quin it was a great Centre.A large fair was held there in those days.A Faction two famelys named Moroneys and Walshs which lasted all day. The Police

During the Penal times there were three young Monks in Inchicronan and the English soldiers were in Ennis and the Monks were in Ennis too and one of the Monks was very old and they tied the two young Monks to the shaft of a horse and car and dragged them along the road to Crusheen. They did nothing to the old Monk and he came to Inchicronan and said Mass there and a lot of people went to Mass and Holy Communion. The Monk died after wards and he is buried in Inchicronan.

one morning but they were stopped of bringing any stock. There were men from Ruan, Crusheen and Tubber on the hills minding the stock. Colonel Butler of Ballyline gave his tenants twenty five per cent of a reduction in the rent.

I suppose you often heard of the woman in Garranstacle that killed the Hussian, its in Fr. Kavanagh's history.
Anne Flood was her name.
This fellow was passin' by an' he went into Flood's for a drink. Anne was proddin' potatoes in a big basket with a crusheen - that was a kind of a mallet they used to have for washin' spuds - the head of it was nearly as big as a turnip an' a long handle.
Well, the Hussian had plenty o' drink in him, an he began to talk to Anne, a way she didn't like, an' she up with the crusheen an' gave him such a blow that she killed him dead. Garranstacle you know Bill Curtis my

Do you remember sweet Crusheen
In far off County Clare?
Oh 'tis always and 'tis always
I am longing to be there.
Where the morning sun is making
Dew-drop diamonds with its sheen.
There my heart lies with the shamrocks
That are blooming in Crusheen.T'was I that had the bounding feet,
The heart that sand all day.
T'was I that had the merry laugh,
The pleasant word to say.
T'was that never went a step beyond our own boreen
But some true heart was waiting for me
To keep me in Crusheen.Sad was the day and dark the hour
When but a colleen still
I bade farewell to all I loved.
To emerald vale and hill.

And when the shop swung out to sea
T'was then I felt I'd seen
The last sun-ray I'd ever see
O'er beautiful Crusheen.
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The wattle blossoms spread their gold
To cheer my drooping soul
And Australian hearts grow kinder still
As near as Heaven's goal.
But I am old and gray and bent
I live in what has been
And day and night y heart cries out
For Ireland and Crusheen.
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When I am dead if o'er my grave
Some fond hand rears a stone
To show that in one heart at least
My name is not unknown
That sleep will be the sweeter
If one little word is seen
To tell I saw the light of life
In beautiful Crusheen

There were not many boats wrecked in the lakes of this locality and not many houses were burned.
In the year 1893, Michael Tierney, of Crusheen, which is about eight miles north of Ennis, was out fishing with a friend, named Lyons in Inchicronan Lake, which is about half a mile south of Crusheen.
He had a beautiful boat and while he was fishing, he caught a huge pike, which he succeeded in bringing in to the boat, but the fish jumped up about ten feet and jumped on the boat and over-turned it.
The two men were thrown into the water and would have been drowned, had they not been good swimmers.
The boat was lost for ever and it was never seen, as it sank in the deep water.
In the year 1913, there was a contest in a lake named the Leg of Mutton Lake