Kerry View Six

Knockatee

Number six of seven from the Kerry County side near the top of Healy Pass, R574. Coolcreen townland is in the foreground of this photograph, I moved the tripod-mounted camera a few feet beyond the reef of rock in the foreground of View Number Five in fact you can see that outcropping of boulders in several of the previous views.

You are probably wondering about the conical shaped hill in the distance. It is named Knockatee from the Irish Chnoc an Tí, the English name is a rendering of the Irish which means “Hill of the School.” In fact there is a school there, named for the townland, Lehid. Back in the day (early 1900’s), the schoolmaster, Diarmuid Ó Súilleabháin, collected folklore. I will share here a story from that collection, titled. “Tim Crowley, The Widow’s Son.” “The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0621, Page 413” by Dúchas © National Folklore Collection, UCD is licensed under CC BY-NC 4.0.

Long ago there lived a widow who was very poor who had only one whose was Tim Crowley who was her only support. He was very fond of night walking and cardplaying. One night as he was coming home he met a dog in his way home. The dog held him up and asked him where he had been all night. He told him where he was cardplaying the dog told him that he should come with himself now. So Crowley asked and begged of him to leave him go home to his old mother who was in delicate health and very sick so he granted hs request and left him go home but he had to promise him faithfully that he would meet him again at the same place when the twelve months would be up for certain. He was up to his promise and met the dog at the same place again that night. He told the dog that his mother was very bad and she had no other one else to take care of her and he requested him to leave him home to her that she was going to die any minute he left home again for twelve months more. When next Sunday came Crowley went to mass as usual he used not go into the Church but stay outside the sacristy door and when mass was going on a small man came into Crowley and said to him Crowley you are a good man if your courage don’t fail on you tonight. He told Crowley to be in such a place tonight at twelve o’clock that there was a hurling match going to be on between North Kerry and south Kerry by the people of the other world. So Crowley did as he was told and he arrived at a long hall he sat down inside the door of the hall and he was not long there when six men came in each one having a hurley. They left their hurleys down sideways in the hall while themselves went into the dining room. The six men never noticed Crowley sitting in the hall.. After a little while they came back again for their hurleys and one of the hurleys was missed by the men. Who did they see standing in the hall but Crowley on he having one Hurley. The asked him to give them their hurley he said he would not give it that he was able to use it himself. They told him to come along with and to use it so he wwnt away with them to the field where they were going to be playing the hurling game. They started the match and they were not long playing when Crowley put out a goal against north Kerry. The south Kerry took him up in their shoulders ten times around the field he gained the field that night. They told him to go home that he would be alright that he was safe. Next Sunday came and he attended mass again as usual and the same man came to him again at the same place and he said to him again the second time that he was a good man if his courage don’t fail in him tonight and hold him to be in such a place again tonight at the same hour as he went before that. Crowley went home an waited until the night came and did as he was told. So he started away to the same place at the same place hour until he came to this long hall as before. He was not long inside when six men came in and they carrying a coffin on their shoulders and left it down in the hall and went into the dining room. While they were inside in the dining room what did Crowley do but take the coffin away home with him. When the six men returned back the coffin was gone and they searched all over for it but could not find it for Crowley had it taken away with him. Crowley went again to mass on the third Sunday and this small little man came again to him at the same place and said to him that he was a good man if his courage don’t fail in him tonight. He told him to go the same place as he was before. He was not long inside when a big party came in and went into the dining room/ The party that came in were talking about the coffin that was stole. Where was Crowley but listening to what they were saying. One of them said that it was a pity to leave the young girl go with him that was inside in the coffin. Another one of them said that the girl was no good to Crowley except she would get three drinks of that bottle there in the table. He said to the other one the first drink she would get of the bottle she would breath and the second drink she would get she would open her eyes and the third drink she would get she would rise up in her body. Crowley being a hide inside the door made a dash for the bottle and made off home with it. When Crowley went home he did as he heard them saying. He gave her three sups of the bottle and as soon as he did she got quite all right in the very minute. She looked around her and spoke to Crowley and told him that it would be no good except he go on. Get the best white horse in the village. So Crowley went on got the best while horse there. When he came back with the white horse she told him now to put her sitting up in the horse before himself and to get two swords to place one sword in each hand and to cut them down at each side as fast as the horse would go for they would be in swarms at each side trying to sweep her off the horse. This Crowley did as she told him and he cut them down and kept on cutting them down until he had the last one cut down. Then he had the young lady saved. She told him now to drive on as far as three miles and to stop at such a house and this he did. She told him to take her down off the horse and to place her on the ground. She told him mow that was her father’s house that there was a sick girl inside in the room and to go to her father and to ask the key of the room door. She told him to tell her father that he was a Doctor that he would go to see his daughter and that he would cure her for him. So the father agreed and gave him the key and told him that if he would cure her that he would give him all the gold he wanted. Crowley went into the room and locked the door behind him leaving the father standing outside the door waiting for the glad news of his daughter recovering. So Crowley set to work inside the room and went over to the girl’s sick bed and took her out of the bed in his arms with out no delay and placed her on the grate over a blazing fire. She started to scream as loud as she could when he was placing her on the grate. When her father heard the screaming he ran for his gun and tried to burst in the door to shoot Crowley. In one minute when the young lady that was outside the door jumped inside the door and ran to her father and put her arms around him saying O father father I am your daughter whom crowley has saved. Don’t shoot him. She was only a spirit that was put there int he bed instead of me when the swept me away. I could not come in beyond the door when he put her out the chimney. So the father ran to crowley and caught him by the hand and told him that he would give him all his gold and houses all belong to him and to marry his daughter. So Crowley got married to the young lady and they all lived happily together after. Written by Mary Sullivan, heard of this story being recited by my mothe rnamed Mrs. Hannah Mansfield aged 39 years of age.

Beara Peninsula, Coolcreen townland, County Kerry, Republic of Ireland.

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American Irish Historical Society

Here is the press release text: “The American Irish Historical Society is placing its present headquarters at 991 Fifth Avenue on the market. The building, which has been the society’s headquarters since 1940, was designed by James R. Turner and William G. Killian in 1901 as a private residence and has had three previous owners. Before moving to 991 Fifth Avenue, the Society was based first at the old Manhattan Hotel, then the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, and then at 132 East 16th Street. 

The AIHS is a cultural and scholarly organization devoted to making better known the history of the Irish in the United States as well as celebrating the riches of Irish culture globally.  The decision to place the building on the market has been made in order to best enable the society to pursue its cultural and scholarly mission in a sustainable manner. The society has selected the firm of Brown Harris Stevens (broker, Paula Del Nunzio) to represent the sale of the property.”

My son and I attended the 2002 Saint Patrick’s Day Parade, taking a station outside the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Here are some shots of 991 Fifth Avenue. The building is 25 feet wide with an elegant facade and interior. The VIPs on the balcony made a huge contribution for the honor according to the Society’s web page. There is a virtual tour of the interior as well.

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Inisheer Welcomes the 2014 Gaeltacht Irish Football champions

Inisheer Welcomes Their Champions

After we passed the Killeany bouy on our ferry trip, on the Queen of Aran, (click the link to see this posting) from the harbor of Inis Mor to Doolin, the ship made four, yes four, dockings before arriving at Doolin: three on Inis Meáin and one on Inisheer.

A few days prior the Gaeltacht held the annual Irish football championship the weekend of May 21 through June 1 in Moycullen, County Galway. It was the Three Aran Islands (Oileaín Árann) team who won the 2014 championship. Sunday, June 1, the weekend of their victory, the cup was presented to Inis Mór, the largest Aran island and the one furthest into Galway Bay.

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The team on Monday, June 2, the day of our trip, was on Inis Meáin, in celebration mode.  Some of them were waiting for the ferry when we pulled into the dock of Inis Meáin, the second largest Aran island between the other two.

The first of the previous three photographs is of the waiting team members who boarded and we left for Inisheer Island, the smallest of the three and the closest to Galway City.  The Queen of Aran was well out of the harbor when I imagine the radio in the pilot house said, “Come back, there are more team members on the dock.”  So we turned around, docked and several more came on board.

In way once again, well away from the harbor, the ferry turned around for a second time for a third landing at the  Inis Meáin dock.  With the full compliment of champions on board the ferry turned out of the harbor a third and final time for the last leg of with Silver Cup’s tour of the islands.

The population of Inisheer is about 250 souls.  It seemed all were waiting to greet the team.

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A large bon fire blazed as the Queen of Aran approached.

People lined the dock from beginning to end.

Calling out, waving their arms.

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Standing and smiling.  Here is a flock of fans, from Galway apparently, very pleased at the sight.

The team was on the upper ferry deck.  I turned around and was lucky enough to capture the team captain (Not sure, but who else would it be?) holding the silver cup for all to admire.  Theirs for a year.

The crowd welcomed their own back home.

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Surrounded the team and walked them grandly to town.

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Late Autumn Ithaca 4

Past Eddy Gate

At this point most of the climb from downtown Ithaca is behind me and the Cornell Campus is underfoot. I pass the Eddy Gate, the former main entrance to Cornell University, where Eddy Street vaporizes to become a footpath along the rim of Cascadilla Gorge. This ramshackle hexagonal structure rest on the friable shale gorge rim. It does NOT look inviting and, over the years, I’ve not spotted a single person hanging out there.

Fluffy gone-to-seed goldenrod on the gorge rim.

As I duck into the Upper Cascadilla Gorge Trail above College Avenue a poster visualizes an effective defense against crowd control munitions, the umbrella. Below the call to “Stand with Hong Kong” is another newsflash/movie review from outside the mainstream media, “Donnie Darko Makes No Sense.”

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Late Autumn Ithaca 3

Up East Hill

Today a large fox devoured a squirrel on our front lawn while I wrote this post. Further up Green Street is this mural, I do not find an attribution and assume it is from 2020.

Continuing past all the new development in downtown Ithaca, I head up the steep sidewalk up east hill on Seneca Street, named for the Iroquois Confederacy tribe of the westernmost lands. Here is a flowering tree with attractive red haws growing on the corner of Seneca Street and Schuyler Place.

From the doorway of the former Henry W. Sage mansion at 603 E. Seneca St designed by William Henry Miller in1876. Today, it is broken into six apartments. This is the Sage of Cornell University Sage Chapel. Henry Sage was a supporter of admitting women to Cornell to the extent of donating $250,000 around the year 1870.

206 North Quarry Street, the northwest corner of Seneca and Quarry. It, too, once a single family home now broken into apartments.

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A family story and artistic expression

Across the street from Tompkins County Public Library, next to City Hall, is the Green Street Garage decorated with artistic graffiti by the French artist Amir Roti.

Completed during Fall 2012. This artist’s style is seen around town, black and white with touches of blue of inscrutable, dream inspired (?) scenes. The winters winds do whip through these streets.

A few steps away, some propaganda. I recognize the characters as Native Americans from the feather object. Doing some research I found it was completed in 2014 by Brandon Lazore here is some text from the artist, “”Women’s Nomination” is dedicated to all Haudenosaunee women. A silhouette of “Sky Woman” falls from Sky World. In moments, she will be caught by flying geese & put on turtle’s back – “Turtle Island.” In her hands she holds roots of the 3 sisters – corn, beans, & squash. The woman in green represents Clan Mother, grandmother, elder. The woman in purple is her daughter & the baby is her daughter’s daughter. The wampum belt is the Women’s Nomination Belt which represents, among other things, the right that Haudenosaunee woman have to give their child a clan, to chose names of children, & to choose chiefs. Strawberries represent medicine like mother’s love is medicine to a child. The moon represents fertility & how it’s cycle plays a huge role in every woman’s life. The Sky Domes are inspired by traditional art decorating our clothing for centuries. It represents the sky world & the plants that were given to us – corn, beans, squash, & tobacco.” Haudenosaunee are also known as Iroquois.

To counterbalance the sentimentality of the mural here is historical context, a family anecdote from George Washington Schuyler of Ithaca, New York from the life of his paternal ancestor, Peter Schuyler, known to the Mohawks as “Quidor,” as told to the author, John Fisk, in 1881. “After a severe tramp in the wilderness, half starved with hunger and cold, Quidor came on evening upon an encampment of Mohawks, where he was cordially welcomed. In a few moment he was seated before a bright blaze, with a calabash of hot soup, the most delicious he had ever tasted. Presently, when he dipped his rude ladle once more into the kettle and brought up a couple of parboiled human fingers, it gave him a queer turn, but he repressed all show of feeling and quietly asked a feathered chieftain, ‘What is this soup made of?’ The chief as calmly replied, ‘Of a Frenchman we killed this morning; isn’t it good?'” Words even more significant because I would soon walk past the grave of George Washington Schuyler, laid to rest 132 years ago.

References:

The Dutch and Quaker Colonies, Volume II, by John Fisk, The Riverside Press, Cambridge, 1899, p214 “Peter Schuyler and his influence over the Mohawks”.

The 2019 Ithaca Mural Map

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Late Autumn Ithaca 1

Dredging the past

This Sunday past I parked the car downtown (free parking Sundays) and walked the walk, carrying the Sony Alpha 700 with the variable 18-200 lens. Today is a contemplation of beginnings. Here is a mural dedicated to the founding of the Cornell Library Association, titled “Ezra Cornell”, completed 2016 by Nestor Madalengoita.

It was the 1779 Sullivan – Clinton Revolutionary War expedition against British Loyalists and allies, the Iroquois confederation, that opened up Central New York to settlement, making possible the 1,400 Dewitt acres that is now the City of Ithaca, named, strangely, after an Aegean island with Hector Street, our road to downtown, recalling the foremost defender of Troy.

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Herald

Luke 2:8 – 11

“And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the LORD appeared to them, and the glory of the LORD shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.’

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Fresh Snow

In Dawn’s Light, Untouched

Here is a story of a local man’s narrow escape from this week’s snowstorm.

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Pushing Back….

…Darkness

The wonder of electricity through a timer, lights greet the sunset offering cheer until, precisely 4 hours later, surrender to the night UNLESS there is a power outage and the lights return for a renewed countdown.

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