A Castlemagner Castaway

Denis Higgins was born in Castlemagner in 1787. A shepherd/labourer, he married Honora (Norry) Murphy in 1822, he 35, she 19 and they had 5 children in the next 6 years; John (1822), Mary (’23), Catherine (’25) followed by Joanna and Denis Jnr, both of whom died in childhood.

Circa 1820, the introduction of the steel plough resulted in massive unemployment and acute privation and although Geoff O’Donoghue has posthumously pardoned Denis of sheep-stealing, he was, nonetheless, dispatched to Sydney Cove aboard the ‘Governor Ready’, arriving down-under on 16th January, 1829 after a journey of 117 days. Continue reading “A Castlemagner Castaway”

McAlasdrum – Sir Alasdair McColla Ciotach McDonnell

For the ethnic roots of McAlasdrum, we must go back in time to Irish pre-history and the ancient Ulster kingdom of Dal Riada. The territory of Dal Riada lay along  the north and east coasts of Antrim, the Western Isles of Scotland and the west coast of Scotland. It flourished as an independent Gaelic kingdom through to the 12th century when it’s Scottish territories were incorporated into the Kingdom of Scotland. The Antrim territories were in the kingdom of Ireland. Continue reading “McAlasdrum – Sir Alasdair McColla Ciotach McDonnell”

The Great Famine – A Castlemagner Perspective

If you could step into a time machine and travel back 170 years you would have witnessed a most distressing scene at the cross-roads in Castlemagner village.  It was the time of the Great Irish Famine.  While the fertile lands of Castlemagner parish meant that the local population did not succumb to the same mortal fate of their fellow country men and women, the procession of those less fortunate from other parts of county Cork wove a path to a soup kitchen ran from the present Castle Bar in Castlemagner.  Its hard to imagine that the current pub building that bears witness to the social vagaries of modern village life was once the scene of such despair and death. Continue reading “The Great Famine – A Castlemagner Perspective”

The Honey Scent

Denis O’Donoghue recounts the intriguing narrative of John Joe Hourigan’s descendant, John Jerh, who was saved from execution after the 1798 rebellion. You can forget about the Lynx effect when you have the Honey Scent !!!!

The fireside in the old Castle Bar was a cosy spot, the flickering light from the fireplace melding bar-room and customers in a warm hazy glow. For close on two hundred years it has served the intricate weave of community kinships and bloodlines, new alliances and old scores accumulated over five and six generations. Story-telling and the ancient art of ‘tracing’ are respected and it was here that my friend John Joe gave account of his paternal great-grandfather and the ‘Honey Scent‘.

The curious tale stayed in my mind for the rare light it turned on accidents that set so much of man’s mortal course. It was St Patrick’s Day 1961 and I was in my native parish for a spot of rest after a stint in the Congo with the 32nd Irish Battalion. The little village in the lush pastures of eastern Duhallow was cheery in the frosty sunlight as we spilled out from second Mass. Hustling through the familiar throng, I came up with John Joe. Greetings were not necessary, our joint mission was to ‘wet the shamrock’ in the Castle Bar.

John Joe was a lively stocky local farmer. He lived happily in a house full of womenfolk and faced the outside world with the open smiling face and heart of a child. Yet he was a tough customer a Fianna Eireann veteran of the Tan War. He was an all-round sportsman of ‘county’ standard until well into early middle age.

An intimate of my father and grandfather, John Joe and myself were especially bonded by a mutual passion for all aspects of sport and local history – bridges that readily spanned our yawning generation gap. In the crisp Spring air, John Joe was un-typically redolent of a spicy body perfume and headed-off my inevitable comment with the explanation that ’the girls’ had given him an expensive body spray for a birthday present and he was wearing it to humour them………….. Continue reading “The Honey Scent”