BreadThere was no wheat grown locally, because the climate and land was unsuitable. Flour was not made locally. Querns were used for grinding oats.The different kinds of bread made were, "Boxty", "Potato Cake", "Pancake", and Oaten bread. There was bread baked every day and there was generally a supply for the next day. The support for baking oaten bread was called a bread-slick and was made of wood by the householders. I saw a quern in the townland of Derrynananta in the parish of Glangevlin, Co Cavan, and I believe it is still in existence.

Stories of Giants and Warriors.Once upon a time there were two Giants in Glangevlin in Co. Cavan. Their names were Sam and Billy. They were as big as a house. Some say that Sam used to go about from house to house where he would get plenty to eat. There is an Ált mentioned after Billy. It is so called because Billy used to go and stay there after he had his breakfast. Sometimes they to fight amongst themselves. There was a man going out the mountain to some town and he met Billy and he said to the man that he would hurl that big rock from the top of the mountain and he did hurl it and broke it into big stones and he hurled it down the mountain side. In penal times priests used to go about hiding for fear of the Giant's and once there was a priest in this valley and Sam would kill him if he caught him saying Mass. The priest said to Sam to go out the mountain

Stories of Giants and WarriorsThere was an old woman and she reared a son he was twenty one years of age and she never asked him to do any work and she told him one day to go to the wood for a load of brosna, the boy got vexed with him and he told him to not do that again so he hit it another kick and he tore it into pieces. The boy hit the giant then and they fought away until they made hallows of the heights and heights of the hallows. They tossed big trees and made little trees grow and closed spring wells up through rocks. Then the boy knocked down the giant and when the giant was falling he knocked a clod from his foot and it hit an old woman who was spinning in the Eastern World and killed her. He killed the Giant and then he came home and told his mother and she was very proud of him. He went to England after that and he earned a great deal of money. There are accounts of giants who had connection with the district in olden times. There was a giant in this district locally long ago and he put one huge stone on top of another huge stones and the track of the giants arm is in this stone. This stone is called "the giants stone" and it is situated on the top of the Derrynananta mountain, in the parish of Glangevlin, Co Cavan. He lived in a cave in the mountain. The scenes of such encounters are still pointed

In the townland of Doonmakiever in the parish of Glangevlin, Co. Cavan on the first road (now old and disused) there are two upright stones close to each other. These mark the place where two men fell when they were shot down by what was then called revenue officers. This shooting took place on Christmas day over a century ago. There was a Sheeven close to Cartys bridge in which a man named Carty illegally sold drink. A local man in the pay of the Government reported Carty, and on Christmas day in that year the aforesaid officer came. They people were coming from Mass, and a crowd followed the revenue officers, and were pressing close on them; they suddenly turned round and fired on the mob and two men fell mortally wounded on the spot where the stones now stand.On the top of Cuilcagh mountain there is a cairn of stones which is visible in all directions for a considerable distance. There is a difference of opinion as to the origin of this cairn. Some assert that it marks the grave of a

Long ago in this parish there were great heroes. There were many good dancers also. There were two men living in Glangevlin who could dance Horn-pipes, Jigs and Reels and their names were Pat McGovern and James Dolan Legglass. They could dance on the bottom of a pot, they were that good. Frank McGovern Leggless could lift two cwts at a time as he was terrible strong.
Norah Catherine of no fixed address used to sing a song called "Norah Magee". She was a delightful singer and was not ashamed of her voice. Pat McGovern Legnagrow was a great singer also. He was very brave and intelligent, and would sing for the King of England. Long ago the old people used to walk to Cavan to pay the rent and bring a pack of flour home on their back.

(4)Here peace and happiness abound
And beauty wanders everywhere
And a cordial welcome always found
From hearts so true and friends so rare
For the pilgrim travelling home to God
The mendicant oppressed with care,
The weary wanderer on the road
All seek Glangevlin's Valley fair.
(5)But now I must go to my sad woe
From happy scenes - too good to last
Whilst I conjure up my childhood dreams
Those glorious visions of the past.
Yet memory lives and cant forget
If raised with joy or sunk with care
The lovely scenes and warm hearts
In Sweet Glangevlin's Valley fair.
Written byJohn Sheeran

This road is locally called "Morley's Road" in memory of a man who spent a lot of his money in having the road made in 1899."Glan Cross" is another cross-roads. One road leads to Corlough and Ballinamore, another leads to Swanlinbar and is locally called the mountain Road and also the Church Road. This road passes through the "Murdering Hollow" a very steep glen in Gubrawoolly where a man is said to have been murdered on his way home from a Fair in Swanlinbar."Peadar a-Bótair's" is the name of another cross-roads. There are five roads leading from Peadar a-Bótair's. One leads to Corlough and Ballinamore the opposite one leads to "Glan Cross" mentioned above. The third road leads towards Tullylogfinn. A fourth road leads east towards Brackley Lake and the opposite one leads up Stormy Hill and on towards Glangevlin. About

Local RoadsThe road passing the school is called the "Glan Road". It leads from the main Enniskillen-Cavan Road to Glangevlin and then on to Blacklion (the "Black" local name) and Dowra. This road passes through the "Gap" - a pass through the Cuilcagh Mts. between the peaks locally known as "Sceilp and Port" Port is sometimes called Sliab an Iarann" The Gap is supposed to have been made by the Famous Cow "Gaibleann" that long ago lived in "Gleann Gaibleann". This cow always filled any vessel into which she was milked. She supplied the whole district with milk.One day a woman brought a Riddle - a wooden vessel full of holes used for cleaning corn - and began to milk the cow. The cow gave the woman a kick and dashed through the mountains and made the "Gap" in the mountains. The path she came is still called

sixty years ago this was the only road in the district which led to Glangevlin. It runs in a direct line from Brackley Lake up the mountain-side. There are some very steep hills in it and at present it is not possible to bring a loaded cart down these hills. But in former times the road was not needed for carts or heavy loads. The only method of travelling was on foot or horseback and loads were brought on horses' or donkeys' backs in "creels" and in sacks. Donkeys and creels are still used on these roads and the road up Stormy Hill is still used as a "near-way" to the bog at the back of the hill. The horses can bring the empty cart up Stormy Hill.Peadar a-Bótair was the name of a man who kept a shebeen at the "Cross" and all the travellers from Glan and from beyond the Gap passed that way and halted for refreshments. The funerals also came that way and the people often stayed overnight at Peadar

and sat on the Rock while listening to the account of the dispute. It was then called Maguire's Chair.Another story goes to tell that in Cromwell's time the Planters moved through these mountains which they attempted to cross. But the Irish attacked them and drove them back after a fierce battle which was fought in the townland now called Legnaderk - lug-na-Dearg from the amount of blood spilled. Some say Maguire came to this battle and stayed over-night at '' Maguire's chair. ''The '' Gaps '' through which the Dernacrieve-Glangevlin Road passes is said to have been made by the magic Cow Gaiblean. This cow lived in the Glen now called Gleann Gaiblen. She gave milk to all the countryside and filled every vesssel into which she was milked. On one occasion a woman brought a riddle and started to milk the cow into it.The cow gave her a kick, made a plunge and ran through

Ghost StoryOnce upon a time there were three men driving sheep through Glangevlin at night. About twelve o'clock they decided to rest. One of the men formed a circle on the ground with a piece of stick and in the centre of it made a cross. They saw a light in the distnace and as it came nearer they that it was a white hare pursued by two black hounds with flame coming out of their mouths. The hare leaped into the circle and a light went up into the sky and the hounds disappeared immediately.

A well known cure for whooping cough in this district is "ferrets leavings". A bottle of milk is brought to the owner of a ferret. He feeds the animal, and whatever is left is put in a bottle, and given to the patient who suffers from the cough. This is supposed to be a sure remedy.
A man named McGovern who lived in Glangevlin had the cure of the hydrophobia. This disease is caused by the bite of a mad dog. People used to come from every part of Ireland and from England and some from the Continent to him to be cured. When anyone was

The following song was written by Frank McGovern, who lived in townland of Moneensauran, in the parish of Glangevlin, Co Cavan. It was written on the death of James McGovern who died in America.'Twas a cold and dreary day in nineteen twenty seven
The stainless soul of James McGovern ascended into heaven
In Chicago city fair and grand poor Jimmy's health gave way
And on December twenty three his spirit passed away2.
Farewell; farewell; my dearest pall the humble and the brave
The kindest heart that ever beat now slumbers in the grave
Far; far away from childhood scenes and loving friends at home
By strangers hands his grave was made far oer the Atlantic foam.3.
By young and old he was adored his parents favourite boy
Famed wit of the County Cavan Glangevlin's pride and joy.
A dancer known in town and vale the champion of Kilmore
With carriage rare and graceful form; his feet scarce touch the floor.4.
Before my mind are crowding new fond memories of Glan
The winding roads hills and dales in visions bright I scan
O' God be with you Moneen dear the place from whence we came
Where neighbours live in peace and love and God supreme does reign.5.
A follower of Tone and Pearse to God and country true
It filled his heart with grief and woe to see proud Eire rent

With strangers from a foreign land
The pilgrims travelling home to God.
And the mendicant oppressed with care
Or the wearied wandered on the road
All seek Glangevlin's valley fair.4.
The towering height of the "Cuilcagh" mountains
Or "Slievenakillas" rugged hill
Doth look in splendour and famed renown
And leave that lovely sainted vale
The Limericks trace and Shannon's course
And all around its majestic vale
You can find its birth and rising source
In sweet Glangevlins valley fair.5.
Now I must go to my sad woe
From youthful scenes which I adore
Beneath foreign isles where freedom smiles
And leave that lovely sainted shore.
My memory clings but cannot forget
First raised with joy now sunk with care
But till I return a long farewell
To sweet Glangevlin's valley fair.

There came a cyclone one time. There was a corpse going to Faithche and the cyclone took the lid off the coffin.
The wind of 1839 brought oats from Frank McKeon out to the "allts" in Glangevlin. That storm came on the 6th of January.
There came a snowfall one time that filled the "allts" between Carnfulla and Slievenakilla.
There came a thunderstorm one time. There was a man in Doobally driving a cow. The thunderstorm killed himself and his cow.(Máirg ní Floinn from her father, Michael Flynn, Carntulla, Ballinaglera, Co. Leitrim.)

Given by Michael McLoughlin of Gubaveeny Blacklion, Co. Cavan, who heard it from his grandmother who died aged 102 in 1906.John Maguire and Rose (alias Farry) and their five sons Hugh, Sylvester, Denis, Thady and Michael and their three daughters Catherine wife of Edward Dolan Dowra, Molly wife of Philip McHugh Tullinteen and Susan wife of John Dolan Mullylea Glangevlin resided about the year 1760 in the houses and lands afterwards occupied by Strathorne (Strawhorn) Wheathill Co. Fermanagh.
Two of their boys Sylvester and Denis were being educated for the Church. This so excited the anger of the then Lord Enniskillen the landlord then in order to prosleytize the whole family, he made overtures to Maguire that if they renounced their faith and became converts he would give the sons farms in Fermanagh, a proposal which Magure indignantly declined. A subsequent proposal to have the youths educated free as ministers for the E. Church was also refused.
Situated among hostile and bigoted people and scenting danger to the youths, the father started with them to the home of his father-in-law, the three brothers soon after following and bringing with them in the depth of a severe winter all their cattle and profitable things of value, and crossed the Shannon in thick ice strewn with

The cure was known to one man in Glangevlin, and he lived down in Legnagrow about a mile from this school. It is strange that none of his descendants are living in the old house, or not many belonging to him in this parish. It is said that the cure was handed down from generation to generation to this family and this man was the last who held it. He was not even curing here alone, but people came from far and near for him to make up the medicine and give it.Here is the story of the origin of the cure. Long ago it is said a woman and her two children were out in a boat. In the meanwhile the son was bit by a mad dog. His mother was very much annoyed as she thought that the only way out of it was instant death. One morning she found a note awaiting her, but could not read it. She took it to a young man named McGovern and he read it. It contained the news of how to make the cure, so at the moment he made the cure for the child.It is believed that the young man was the wrongful owner of the charm, and perhaps this was only given to the woman and her descendants. The only things we know were used in it were nuts and herbs and the rest was kept as a secret. Before getting the medicine the person suffering would have to be fasting three days and of course kept in bed. If he would not be recovered before nine days he

During the penal days the hedge school-masters had a very severe time here in Glangevlin. They went through the parish in deguise. They thaught in barns and the children paid them a few pence and the teacher would go home with some of them at night.
For the seats they had small mats of straw and bring in stones and leave the mats on them. They had clocks called sun-dials. They made some sort of a dial and they knew the time on it when the sun shone. They had a book called "Redim a daisy". These they got from old women who went round with baskets.
Some of the teacher that taught in the hedge-schools got national schools after. They had to get them built themselves and keep them in repair. But of course they were only very small when compaired with (with) the school nowadays.
My grandfather, Edward McAuley taught in a national school eighty eight years ago. He first taught in a neighbour's barn in Carrick-na-grow, Doobally. After that he went

move it in the churn. They they would get the butter of the very churn in the neighborhood. People would not bench a coal or salt when churning. I heard it told of one person who lent salt to a neighbour woman and the next time they churned they had no butter. The milk took a taste and smell and no person could taste it. Next time they churned the milk was getting worse. At last they brought a drop of milk to the Priest to get it blessed. When the priest blessed it the cows got sick in the byre and the priest asked did they find anything and if so to bring it back. It was salt which was lent and they brought it back and put it on the milk. They mill left the milk and every time they churned they had double the amount of butter until they got back their own.Nearly all the Poets who lived in Glangevlin long ago lived in Derrylahan. The poets belonged to a family of the Maguire's. They were able to write history in Poetry and could make a song and put music on it in a few hours. It is said that they often wrote a few lines in poetry ordering rats to leave a house and go to another one and live there instead. About seventy years ago, a very rich merchant lived in Blacklion. He had four servant boys. After a few years, he noticed himself getting poor, even though he was selling and getting in plenty of money every day. He couldn't find any fauld to his servants, so at last he made up his

As the famine left bad marks after it all over Ireland, it left no less here. It is said that nearly two hundred families left Glan, between dying with hunger and leaving the country by means of it. As the people had nothing to eat only potatoes and buttermilk, when the "blight" came on the potatoes they had nothing to eat at all. This disease was never seen before and it was known how to put an end to it. At the time the potatoes are sown like grain here. During the second year, the people stuck the "growings" of the diseased potatoes in the ground, thinking that they would grow all right for the next year. But this only spread the disease much more. A man living in Derrylahan stuck the "growings" in his garden. It is believed that the disease is in that ground yet.
When the famine was at its worst, the govern-ment gave relief grants to the people. A bag of oatmeal was distributed weekly in [?] and roads were being made. The women went out to break stones, and often when they went home again, they got their children dying with hunger. In December, when ice and snow covered the ground, the women of the district were breaking stones in Carraig-na-grow. After a few days they died on the heap of stones. The heap is to be seen yet and the the bones of the people amid the stones.
In every townland in Glangevlin there was nearly twice as many families living in it before the famine as there are now. In Bunrynflynn there were over sixteen families