Ballymore Eustace Anglers

Residents of Ballymore Eustace Village (only) 2011

House 1911                 Type of              No in     Rooms      Windows    2011
No.     Occupier           Building              Family   Occupied   in Front

1     Kate Winder        Private dwelling       4         3               2
2     Patrick Golden     Private dwelling       1         2               2
3     Jane Finlan           Private dwelling       2         3               3
4     Henry Donnelly    Private dwelling        3        4               4
5     Sarah Doyle         Private dwelling        1        2               2
6     Joseph McBride   Private dwelling       4         4               3
7     Rose Anne Byrne Private dwelling        3        3               3
8     Catherina Halpin   Lodging House      10        5               5
9     Michael Fitzsimons Private dwelling      1        2               2
10   James Doyle         Cloth Shop              8        7               6
11   Courthouse
12   Sarah Burke         Private dwelling        3      10               5
13   Mary Anne Kelly  Private dwelling        1        2               2
14   Peter McLoughlin Private dwelling        6        2               2
15   Martin Hayden     Private dwelling      10        5               3
16   Daniel Murphy     Public House            7        9               5
17   Charlie O’Neill     Private dwelling        7        6               9
18   Kate Hines          Private dwelling         2        6              6
19   Post office,Shop
20   Mary Anne Pollard Private dwelling      1        2              2
21   William Kelly       Private dwelling         5        4              4
22   James Smyth        Private dwelling        6         3              5
23   James Shannon    Private dwelling         6        3              3
24   John J Byrne        Public House             7      12            10
25   Dispensary
26   Richard Hines     Private dwelling           3       7              5
27   Mary Purcell       Public House              2      10              5
28   Thomas Driver    Public House              4        8              6
29   Thomas Devoy   Private dwelling           2        3              2
30   Eliza Byrne         Lodging House            9        4              4
31   Anne Doran       Public House                6        7             5
32   Patrick Winder   Private dwelling            3     &nb
sp;  1             1
33   Margaret Loughlin Private dwelling         5        3             3
34   Thomas Fisher    Private dwelling            4        1             1
35   John Madden     Private dwelling            6         1            1
36   Margaret Hackett Shop                          2        3             1
37   Mary Norton     Private dwelling             1        5             4
38   George Gammall Shop                            9        8             6
39   Rev. F. Byrne    Private dwelling             2        8             8
40   Patrick Tracey   Private dwelling             8        1             2
41   Sarah O’Neill     Private dwelling             5        5             5
42   Mary C MacGuire Private dwelling         2        5             4
43   Butcher Shop
44   John Comerford Shop                            4        4             4
45   Gregory Doyle   Shop                            4        4             2
46   Thomas Deegan Private dwelling            9        3             1
47   Edw’d Stephenson Shop                        4        9             5
48   Dr. W.S. Dodd Private dwelling             4      12             5
49   Marie Homan    Private dwelling             4       5              5
50   Anne Devoy      Private dwelling             3       2              2
House 1911             Type of                    No in    Rooms      Windows
No.     Occupier       Building                   Family   Occupied   in Front

51   Thomas Kerry   Private welling               2       2              2
52   James Freeman  Private dwelling             4       2              2
53                            Private dwelling
54   James Deegan   Private dwelling              3       2              2
55   Eliza Keogh       Private dwelling             3       2              2
56   William Hughes  Private dwelling             1       2              2
57   George Whittle  Private dwelling              1       2              2
58   John Dolan        Private dwelling              8       2              2
59   Margaret Broughal Private dwelling         6        2             3
60   Bridget Whelan Private dwelling              4       2              2
61   Julia Connolly   Private dwelling               3       2              2<
br />62   Matt Travers    Private dwelling               4       2              2
63   John Devoy      Private dwelling               4       2              2
64   Patrick Devoy  Private dwelling               2       2              2
65   Kate Deegan    Private dwelling               1       2              2
66   Patrick Toole   Shop                               5       6              5
67   Edward Mary   Private dwelling               2       2              2
68   Joseph Devoy   Private dwelling               6       3              2
69   Paper Shop
70   Shop
71   Michael Berkly Public House                   5       4              8
72   George Farrell  Shop                               3       6              7
73   George McGuire Private dwelling            5        3              2
74   Mary A Molyneux Private dwelling          2       2              2
75   Winifred Gorman Private dwelling            4       2              2
76   John Purcell       Lodging House               5       5              3
77   George Allen     Private dwelling              3        3              3
78   Mary Quinn       Private dwelling              3       2               1
79   Mary McGarry  Private dwelling              2        1              1
80   Bridget Curley   Private dwelling              4       2               1
81   Ellen Devoy      Private dwelling               5       2              2
82   Eliza Walsh       Private dwelling              3        2              2
83   Annie Pender    Private dwelling              8        2              2
84   John Barrett      Shop                              2        2              2
85   William Hennessy Private dwelling         11        5              6
86   Margaret Devoy Private dwelling             6        3              2
87   R. C. Church
88   Arthur Corrigan Private dwelling              1        8              4
89   Unoccupied       Private dwelling
90   James Devoy     Private dwelling              8        3              3
91   Patrick Whittle   Private dwelling              2        3              2
92   Michael Dwyer   Private dwelling             7        4              3
93   Mary Anne Byrne Private dwelling           2        3              3
94   Anne Cox           Private dwelling             1    &n
bsp;   4              4
95   Michael Gregory Private dwelling             4        3              3
96   Mary Jordan     Shop                               6        8              5
97   Kate F Reid      Private dwelling               2        8              7
98   Frank Whittle    Private dwelling               8        2              2
99   Rev F McCarthy Private dwelling             3      14              7
100 Michael Hayden Private dwelling              2        2              2
House  1911            Type of                       No in    Rooms       Windows
No.     Occupier       Building                      Family   Occupied   in Front

101 Patrick Synnot   Private dwelling              2        6               9
102 John King          Private dwelling              2        4               4
103 Patrick Kerry    Private dwelling               3       2                2
104 John Hayden     Private dwelling               5       2                2
105 Margaret Carroll Private dwelling             4        3               2
106 Bridget Nolan    Private dwelling              2        3               2
107 John Geoghegan Lodging House              9        6               2
108 James Kelly       Private dwelling              6        2               2
109 Bridget Dwyer   Private dwelling              1        2               2
110 Kate McDonald Private dwelling             1         1               1
111 Margaret Byrne  Private dwelling             2         3               4
112 Thomas Malone  Private dwelling            1         2               2
113 Patrick Doran    Private dwelling             2         6               5
114 Patrick Doyle     Private dwelling             2         3               2
115 Thomas Arthury Private dwelling           15         4               3
116 Unoccupied       Private dwelling
117 Robert Doran    Private dwelling             4         2               2
118 James McGrath Private dwelling             1         1               2
119 Sergt. Mc Guirk R.I.C. Barrack             1         6               6
120 Protestant Church
121 Band Room
122 Market House
123 Woollen Mill
124 Unoccupied      Private dwelling
125 Unoccupied      Private dwelling
126 Unoccupied      Private dwelling
127 Unoccupied      Private dwelling
128 Unoccupied      Private dwelling
129 Unoccupied      Private dwelling
130 Unoccupied      Private dwelling

 

Following heavy rain on Saturday/Sunday 28/29th November 2009 flooding and damage occured to the Riverwalk and Scoil Mhuire. The following photographs taken after the worst of the flooding gives some indication of what happened.

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Following heavy rain on Saturday/Sunday 28/29th November 2009 flooding and damage occured to the Riverwalk and Scoil Mhuire. The following photographs taken after the worst of the flooding gives some indication of what happened.

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TITANIC: BLOOD AND STEEL.  Russborough House November 2011             Kevin Zegers, Chris Noth & Neve Campbell on the set of the new TV series “Titanic: Blood and Steel” at Russborough House, Ballymore Eustace.  The series will chronicle the building of the Titanic, beginning the early 1900s in Belfast and depicting how the ship was handmade in a city on the edge of revolution. Noth will portray financier J.P. Morgan while Campbell will play a journalist covering the ship’s first voyage to New York City. Zegers will be a metallurgist who discovers some serious flaws in the quality of the metal being used to build the ship.

The 12-part series will air in 2012, coinciding with the 100th anniversary of the Titanic’s maiden voyage to NYC. It has yet to receive U.S. distribution rights. The mini-series has an estimated budget of $28,000,000

Filming in Phil Murphy’s Pub 11th October 2011

RTE Nationwide team filming in Ballymore Eustace Village 30 September and 3rd October 2011

Filmed in Parish of Ballymore Eustace and surrounding areas

Meteor Mobile Phones Ad. November 2010. Scene at Ballymore Eustace GAA Football Ground with Ballymore footballers and spectators in background as Meteor user phones friend in London while watching football match.

Vodafone Ad. 2009 Street scene at Weavers Row, Ballymore Eustace featuring postman and door colours. 

BAYWATCH IRISH STYLE (2007) Scene at Mick Murphy’s Pub, Ballymore Eustace

Budweiser TV Ad.

LASSIE (2005)  Scene at the River Liffey, The Bridge, Ballymore Eustace
Released 1st September 2006

Director    Charles Sturridge

Writers Eric Knight (novel) & Charles Sturridge
Cast

MALICE AFORETHOUGHT (2005) (TV) Scene at Factory Gate, Ballymore Eustace
Released 3rd April 2005

Director    David Blair

Writers Anthony Berkeley (novel) & Andrew Payne (screenplay)
Cast

Ronnie Masterson	as	Miss Janet Wapworthy		Joseph Beattie	as	Denny Bourne
Phyllis Ryan		Miss Adele Peav		Orla O’Rourke		Gwynfryd Rattery
Fiona O’Shaughnessy		Florence		Richard Armitage		William Chatford
Barbara Flynn		Julia Bickleigh		Niall Buggy		Rev. Hessary Torr
Ben Miller		Dr. Edmund Bickleigh		Ger Ryan		Constance Torr
Megan Dodds		Madeleine Cranmere		Gemma Reeves		Beryl
Peter Vaughan		Widdicombe
Lucy Brown		Ivy Ridgeway
Kate O’Toole		Mrs Ridgeway

 

KING ARTHUR (2004) Scenes at Mountcashel, Ballymore Eustace
Released 7th July 2004

Director   Antoine Furua

Writer David Franzoni
Cast

Clive Owen	as	Arthur		Stephen Dillane	as	Merlin
Ioan Gruffudd		Lancelot		Stellan Skarsgard		Cerdic
Mads Mikkelsen		Tristan		Til Schweiger		Cynric
Joel Edgerton		Gawain		Sean Gilder		Jols
Hugh Dancy		Galahad		Pat Kinevane		Horton
Ray Winstone		Bors		Ivano Marescotti		Bishop Germanius
Ray Stevenson		Dagonet		Ken Stott		Marius Honorius
Keira Knightley		Guinevere

Repair work to vandalised stonework on Liffey Bridge, Ballymore Eustace

Vandalised June 2009, Repaired January 2011

Kildare County Council traffic control in operation

Damaged section of old stone wall cleaned up and ready for repair work.

Getting Ready

 

Stonemason selecting the right stone

Repair to Liffey Bridge wall (roadside) completed

The Judgement of Ballymore
(From The Parish Chronicle 2000)

Lack of space prevents inclusion of the complete version of The Judgement of Ballymore. It is a mini epic poem, suggestive of Goethe’s ‘Damnation of Faust’. I was baffled by the popularity of ‘The Judgement’ until I learned that the author was the Sergeant of the R.I.C., aided and abetted by Dick Hynes who suggested the names of the various ‘characters’ worthy of damnation.
No greater honour could be conferred on an Irishman than to be branded as a felon by the R.I.C. The Royal Irish Constabulary were England’s eyes and ears for the suppressionof natural aspirations. The complete version, words and music, may be had from Tom Nugent, Bishophill.
As a postscript to the epic, I have composed a couple of doggeral verses. Perhaps some local poet will improve on my feeble attempt. (Chronicle author’s note)

The Judgement of Ballymore

One evening by a little brook in romantic Ardenode,
Beneath an old oak tree I sat, in tired and dreamy mood.
I soon fell into slumber deep and had a vivid dream,
A vision I shall ne’er forget down by the babbling stream.
It’s imprinted in my memory fast, for I dreamt it oe’r and oe’r,
That St. Peter stood on Mount Cashel Hill to judge all Ballymore.
Sitting on the judgement throne with an angel by his side,
He gazed upon the multitude that covered acres wide.
St. Peter said “I have come to judge, in accordance with my promise,”
And the angel’s trumpet sounded forth, “Come forward Driver Thomas.”
And then a big and brawny man, unwashed, unkempt, uncouth,
Came up to hear the escapades of his wild and sinful youth,
The list was long and varied and St. Peter’s brow grew dark,
And darker, sterner still, it grew as he made this remark.
“The sentence it’s a hard one but the only one that suits,
So take yourself to Hell out’f this and put laces in your boots.”
Then down below poor Thomas goes to the unrelenting flames
And the angel’s trumpet sounds again- come forward Carney James.
Then a thick and low set man came up, in slow and faltering style
And stood before St. Peter’s throne with a broad and comic smile,
But that smile soon turned to fear and dread, his tan skin turned pale,
His fingers worked convulsively, and his knees began to quail.
St. Peter said “your sins are black and very wicked too,
Your good deeds have been very goood but very very few,
So down you go to the pits below to the darkest deepest tunnel.”
And the angel’s trumpet sounds again- come forward Thomas Fennan.
Tom Fennan came with faltering step, with slow and slouching gait
And stood before St. Peter’s throne to hear his sins and fate.
St Peter asks, “What have you done to earn Heaven’s reward?”
“I can’t remember anything, but pardon me O Lord.”
St Peter said, “Your face shows signs of many a parting glass,
Many an old rum yarn too, and many a winsome lass,
Of precious evening squandered in wild company at the Fall
And many a hard fought game of cards and many a midnight brawl.
To Purgatory for one hundred years for your black sins to atone”
Poor Fennan heard his sentence with a most unearthy groan
And as he left for the fiery pits the crowd sang Auld Lang Syne,
And the angel’s trumpet sounds again, “Come forward now George Brien.”
With an ashplant in his left and a caubeen in his right
George Brien came from the multitude into the judgement light.
And there he stood with a pious look upon his pious face
And in a few well chosen words began to state his case.
“I always took a pint or two and sometimes a little half one,
And if a neighbour joined me he was welcome too to have one.
I never injured anyone though I always took a sup
But don’t send Bill Kane to Purgatory till he sends me back my pup.”
“You’ll want no pups in Purgatory, for there you’ll surely go.”
And the angel’s trumpet sounds again,
“Come forward Michael Keogh.”
St. Peter looked at Michael with a hard and stern frown.
Mike’s features turned and twisted like the antics of a clown.
“I won’t waste words condemning you, you’re simply steeped in sin.
I’ll wire the devil to see if he will take you in.”
Then the angel’s trumpet sounds again, another long reveille
Sounding clear on the evening air, calling up ‘Trips Kelly’.
Trips looked a little frightened but still he bore up well,
Stepping smartly to the front, making the left foot tell.
He looked up at St. Peter with a most bewildered stare,
And in a hoarse and trembling voice he answered “I am here.”
“I’m sending you,” St. Peter said, “where you’ll not have peace or joy.”
And the angel’s trumpet sounded clear, “Come forward Bill Conroy.”
Bill answered quickly to his name and promply took his place
Looking round for inspiration with a grimace on his face.
“Ther’s not a sin on the calendar but it’s here before your name
Which clearly shows that religion has never been your aim.
The corporal works of mercy you never even tried,
But skinned your neighbours while they lived, and shaved them when they died.
Holy works of any kind you have always tried to shirk,
So now you bear the consequences, stand over on the left.”
Then a silence fell on the multitude, not a sound, not a sigh, but hark!
Hear what the trumpet is sounding, “Come up here quick, Jack Clarke.”
As Jack hurried up to stand his trial, the hat from his head he tore,
And looked around suspiciously, like an ox at the slaughter-house door.
He scratched his poll in perplexity and dolefully shook his head,
And St. Peter opened his book again and this is what he read,
“Many the sinful hour you spent on the famous flowery lawn
And attended many a cock-fight too, at the early streaks of dawn.
In business deals you’ve been straight enough, you never did anything shady,
But you’ve broken the ribs of many a man and the heart of many a lady.
To Purgatory for twenty years for you unremitted sins,
And when those twenty years are up a better life begins,
You can come with me to my Heavenly home with all your sins unladed.”
And the angel’s trumpet sounds again, “Come forward Martin Hayden.”
“You’ve been a man,” St. Peter said, “of hard and honest labour,
But you’ve had a cruel and bitter tongue that never spared a neighbour.
The malice of that bitter tongue has travelled far and wide
And in all your conversations many reputations died,
Tainted with an atmosphere where foul suspicicion floats
So Heaven is now debarred from you, stand over with the goats.”
Then sounds of awe ran through the crowd like the sound of a swelling sea,
And the angel’s trumpet sounds again, “Come forward Pat Magee.”
The recording angel took his book and read Pat’s offences out,
And the dark look on St. Peter’s face left very little doubt.
That Pat’s journey was a downward one to the fiery pits below.
“Stand over to the left,” he said “with that hardened sinner Keogh.”
Then cries of mercy rent the air from a sympathetic crowd,
And prayers were offered earnestly in accents clear and loud,
But the angel called for silence by raising up his wing ,
And sounds his trumpet loudly for George Allen and John King.
Allen was first to answer and his crutch he slowly wields,
John King came pounding after, quite close on Allen’s heels.
“This leg of mine,” George Allen says, “has kept me well in bounds,
And in this world of care and strife I’ve had my ups and downs.
I always took a pint or two but nevered squandered much,
My sole support since early life was this old worn crutch.”
John King chimes in, “As you’re talking George why dont you speak for two,
As far as legs and crutches go, I’m in the same boat as you.”
“Wait until your turn comes,” said George, “and please let me alone,
I’ve enough to do with you misdeeds to think of half my own.”

L’ENVOI
Before the dreamer woke from sleep, one final blast was sounded.
St. Peter’s words rang loud and clear, the Sergeant was dumbfounded,
” For Thomas and Tom and Trips and Jack, there are rooms reserved in our mansion,
But the R.I.C. must ment their ways, or pay one hell of a ransom.”

The ghost of that Sergent haunts Mount Cashel, pleading for mercy from the men he condemned.
Mick Shannon once heard his skeleton rattle and breathed a prayer that his penance might end.

If anyone has the complete version, words and music, we would be delighted to hear from you.

 

Finn McCool   The Winner at Punchestown, (Author unknown)

(Party piece of Kevin Burke, Captain of the successful 1953 Ballymore Eustace Senior GAA Football Team)

‘Twas Martin McDonagh who bought him, from a man at the Fair in Naas

And never an uglier object, was seen in a farmer’s place.

He was long and lanky and bony, with a head like a tinker’s mule

Yet he had such a style of stepping, that we called him Finn McCool.

 

But never a word said Martin, for he was the knowing one,

He foddered his colt all winter, and he cantered him here and yon.

A feather would knocked me over, when I heard one day in the town

That Finn McCool had been entered, for the Races at Punchestown.

 

Taking a drop to brace me up, I started into Maynooth,

There was twenty there before me, all anxious to know the truth.

And there sat deluded Martin, joking and playing the fool,

Telling stories about this and that, but nothing of Finn McCool.

 

Tipping a wink for myself to stay, he soon got rid of the lot,

And the missus came calling him to “come while the tay is hot.”

A cup was there for myself of course, and a plate of pancakes brown,

But what cared I for pancakes, when my thoughts were on Punchestown.

 

Martin went on to tell me, the pedigree of both grand sires of Finn

He was a bay descendant of all his famous kin

“The horse has his point” says Martin, “though his runs like a circus clown

But he stands to make me or break me at the Races of Punchestown.”

 

O Lord, it’s a terrible feeling, when every shilling you own,

Is bet on an ordinary animal that’s skin where he isn’t bone.

I couldn’t sleep a wink at night and the wife says “Felim O’Toole,

It’s below in the Carlow Asylum, you’ll finish with Finn McCool.

 

The day of the Races came, and Martin, meself and the horse

And Davy Lacy to ride him, were early upon the course.

“How much against Finn McCool” says I, and the bookie says with a grin

“Arrah 50 to 1 and the fun you’ll have, watching another one win.”

 

The horses came from the paddock, went down and got into a line

And burst like shots from a rifle, when the starter gave the sign

And lagging along behind them, came Finn McCool at a pace

That would shame any dacent donkey, for sale at the Fair in Naas.

 

“Go on ye devil ” I yelled at him, “go on and lift your feet

For all the horses that ever were born, I’ll shoot you this day if you’re beat.”

And Martin himself was yelling, and cursing him dead and blind

And the crowd were roaring and shouting “look at the one behind”

 

He heard us, by all the Gods above, for he shot like a frightened deer

When Davy Lacy the jockey digged him, from tail to ear.

Rearing and snorting and kicking, he clattered past horse by horse

You’d think the end of the world had come, with the roaring on the course.

 

With his big feet trashing like paddle wheels and his tail like a dory mast

He leapt over the wall and the double ditch till first in the field was past.

“He’s winning” I heard someone saying, the crowd all going wild

And Martin McDermott beside me, was crying like a child.

 

“Winning, of course he’s winning” says I and “there take that from O’Toole”

As I threw my hat in the bookies face that had laughed at Finn McCool.

“Faith Finn doesn’t know when to stop” says Kelly the vet from Clane

For having near jumped the judges box, Finn made for the hill again.

 

We followed him into the paddock, where the horses were weighing in

The devil the hair was turned, on the hide of the warrior Finn

As cool as his mighty name sake, who had never known defeat

He seemed to be winking “that Fenian lad is a mighty hard thing to beat”

 

The bookies paid us our money and the crowning joy of the race

Was counting my bag of money from the lad I hit in the face.

“Be careful” says I “me bucko, whenever your money is down

A lesson from Finn McCool you have, the winner at Punchestown”