A counter Counter


View My Stats

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

An Out and Out Irish Bourke!




General Sir Richard Bourke K.C.B. Governor New South Wales 1831 -1837
Oil by Sir Martin Arthur Shee, held by State Library of NSW, Sydney.










General Sir Richard Bourke, K. C. B.

&

Bourke’s Parakeet––– Neopsephotus bourkeii



When Thomas Livingston Mitchell (1792 – 1855) set out from Fort Bourke in 1835* in yet another of his many journeys of exploration in New South Wales, - there is little doubt but on discovery of a new species of parakeet, (Neopsephotus Bourkeii – “New inlaid with pebbles.”) he was influenced in naming it after a `comrade at arms` serving seven years as Governor of New South Wales, - General Sir Richard Bourke, K. C. B. (1777-1855)
Two years on from the discovery of the Bourke’s parrot in 1837 Richard Bourke was to travel back to Ireland having served one term of seven years as Governor. He choose the circuitous route home calling at Fiji, then going up the Andes, across Argentina by mule, before finally leaving for Ireland from Rio de Janeiro that took him more than a year to complete.

Who was Sir Richard Bourke? The Bourkes from whom Sir Richard descends came to Ireland with the Anglo-Norman invasion of 1169/70, - then known as deBurgo, and to be more specific, - in a genealogical tree by John Sheehan of Castleconnell, for Gerard Bourke (of which more later) William Fitzadelm de Burgo, married Isabel daughter of Richard Coeur de Lion, and settled in Castleconnell Co. Limerick in 1199, having been viceroy of Ireland in AD. 1177.
The young Richard Bourke attended school at Westminster and while here he would on occasion visit and spend holidays with his relative (second cousin once removed) the statesman, Edmund Burke, at his home in Beaconsfield. He also studied at Oxford where he had taken a law degree. He opted for a career in the army. He joined the Grenadier Guards and when only a young ensign he was wounded in the battle of the Helde in Holland in 1801.
He was involved in three campaigns in the River Plate, Argentina, in 1806-1807.
He was superintendent of the military academy at High Wycombe where in addition to military matters, he taught Spanish, classics and law, and it was while in this post in 1811 he bought the house and estate of 180 acres then called `Shanavoy` (later renamed `Thornfields` by Richard) situated just six miles east of Limerick city.
It would appear that he enjoyed farming his small estate, (singularly not shared by any of his successors.) and had a keen interest in botany. Hundreds of trees are testimony to this, none more so than two magnificent `Cedar of Lebanon` that are today, standing sentinel over all beside the lawn.
After four months on the high seas, a journey that must have taken its toll on his beloved wife Betsy (who died just five months after arriving in Sydney) Richard took up his appointment as governor of New South Wales on the 3rd December 1831

We know that Richard was a most devout, liberal, and fair minded, of the Protestant faith. Shortly after his arrival in Sydney he discovered that there were moves afoot to have the Church of England declared the established church of New South Wales He moved against this position, no doubt his experience in Ireland standing him in good stead as two years prior to his departure for New South Wales, (1829) Catholic Emancipation was enacted through the House of Commons under the stewardship of its Irish born Prime Minister, the celebrated Duke of Wellington. But in fact ever before he left to go abroad Richard established a school for 70 pupils just across the road from Thornfields at Ahane in 1825. In documents recently discovered in a solicitor’s office in Limerick were a set of rules for the running of the school, and in the words of Gerard Bourke in his biography, “Equal tuition for both religions stands proudly first among them”. Bourke gave equality of religions through the Church Act of 1836.His reforms also extended to the Administration of Justice and Education. He decreed that education follow the Irish National Model in which the syllabus was agreed by Anglican, Catholic, and other protestant religions.
When in 1835 John Batman explored the area around Port Phillip Bay and the Yarra River where he discovered wonderful grazing land he proceeded to do some sort of barter or deal to lease or purchase the land from the local Aborigines.

Later Batman was to send John Fawkner with a party of six to settle on the land. After landing his party from his boat, Fawkner returned for provisions. This interaction between Batman and Fawkner has led to controversy among Australians as to who actually founded `Melbourne, ` Batman, or Fawkner`?
The Irish Pioneer Journalist, Edward Finn, wrote under the pen name of `Garryowen`. All with an interest in rugby football will be familiar with `a Garryowen` but it may not be known to all that Garryowen is a suburb of Limerick city in the parish of St. John. It is obvious that Finn had a Garryowen connection and could be described in the language of the Limerick city dweller as, - `one of our own`.
Writing in the chronicles of early Melbourne (1888) Finn declares: - “It was not Fawkner, but Fawkner’s party of five men and a woman, and the woman’s cat, were the bona-fida founders of Melbourne.”
On hearing of Batman’s dealings with the Aborigines and the putting in place the settlement on the Yarra River, Governor Bourke lost no time in acting in the interests of the Crown with the issuing of a `proclamation`.

By His Excellency Major General Sir Richard Bourke, K. C. B. Commanding His Majesty’s Forces, Captain General and Governor in Chief of the Territory of New South Wales and its Dependencies, and Vice Admiral of the same &c &c &c

"Whereas, it has been represented to me, that divers of His Majesty’s Subjects have taken possession of vacant Lands of the Crown, within the limits of this Colony, under the pretence of a treaty, bargain or contract, for the purchase thereof with the Aboriginal Natives; Now therefore, I, the Governor, in virtue and in exercise of the power and authority in me vested, do hereby proclaim and notify to all His Majesty’s Subjects and others whom it may concern, that every such treaty, bargain, and contract with the Aboriginal Natives, as aforesaid, for the possession, title, or claim to any Lands, lying and being within the limits of the Government of the Colony of New South Wales, as the same are laid down and defined by His Majesty’s Commission; that is to say, – `Governor Bourke then outlines the territories involved and ends with`,– is void and of no effect against the rights of the Crown, and that all Persons who shall be found in possession of any such lands as aforesaid, without the license or authority of his Majesty’s Government for such purpose, first had and obtained will be considered as trespassers, and liable to be dealt with in like manner as other intruders upon the vacant Lands of the Crown within the said Colony."
Given under my Hand and Seal, at Government House, Sydney, this twenty sixth Day of August, One thousand eight hundred and thirty five.
(Signed) “Richard Bourke”
What is interesting here, taken in the context of the period when communication to the homeland could take many months, Bourke had to use his skill and judgement in steering a steady course in the interests of the Crown as Governor of New South Wales?
The fact that a settlement was already up and running at this location was known to Bourke. Instructing his Assistant Surveyor General, Robert Hoddle to accompany him they arrived at the settlement on the 4th March 1837 for the purpose of laying out the town. It is quite apparent that Bourke took an active part in the planning of the town as there was a disagreement between Hoddle and himself as to the width of the main streets, Bourke believing them to be too wide and suggesting that they be reduced by quite a number of feet. On the other hand Hoddle was of the opinion that the streets leading off the main streets that Bourke had proposed, and were to be developed into `Mews` (for the well off), were much too narrow. In the end there was a compromise by the men with each having his way with regard to the streets. It is said that the people of Melbourne should be thankful to Hoddle for insisting that the wide main streets remain, for as congested as Melbourne is today it could be much worse had Bourke’s suggestion been acted upon. The Governors secretary suggested that the settlement be named `Glenalg` but Bourke overruled this and proposed that it be named `Melbourne` in honour, and as a complement, to Lord Melbourne the then Prime Minister of Great Britain. Governor Bourke wrote to the Prime Minister requesting permission to have the settlement named in his honour. In giving his permission, it is said that the Prime Minister added the remark, - “Nobody will ever hear anything of it”.
Bourke also named `Williamstown, in honour of King William IV, - it is the oldest suburb of Melbourne, and now a city in its own right. It is interesting to note that for a brief period during the First World War, the Bourke’s leased Thornfields to a family of `Gore`by name and soon to be related through marriage. When Gerard Gore, an only son, went off to war when only 18 years old and was killed in action, his grief stricken mother to help the war effort, gathered up what waste paper she could put her hands on within the confines of Thornfields. Included in the bundles of paper was the original map of Melbourne.
Before leaving the question as to who founded Melbourne, - there can be no doubt but Bourke had the city mapped out and named and having done so had the various properties (Which included Bourke Street, and Elizabeth Street, the latter after his wife) leased to interested parties in a series of auctions that followed. That being said however, there is equally no doubt, and is given recognition by the Australian Government in recent years, - that going back into the mists of time, here, in this place, roamed always, the native Aboriginal people. It is said also, that Bourke’s plan to give the Aborigines an education was met by much opposition and this was a determining factor in making up his mind not to seek a second term of office.
Dr. Hazel King’s account of Governor Bourke’s departure from Australia in 1837:
“On the day of his departure, so many gentlemen attended his `levee` at Government House that it took an hour for them to file past and make their farewell bows. The opposition press expressed amazement at the number of `respectable` persons who attended. With the scenes on the foreshore and on the harbour however, it was disgusted. For here, the `shirtless and shoeless friends of the Governor thronged to applaud him: the ruffians followed him by land-by water too. Those who had hats waved them triumphantly in the air; those who had not, contented themselves with shouts that rent the sky.
As his ship rode down the harbour followed by a crowd of little boats, Bourke stood on deck bareheaded, waving in response to the cheers. Never had a governor of New South Wales been so acclaimed”.

With my interest in Australian Parakeets I was most curious to know how `Bourke’s Parakeet` got its name. Having posed the question to a like-minded group on the `net` and with a suspicion that there may well be an Irish connection, perhaps a transported convict? Back came one reply to my query, - “there was a Bourke, a governor of New South Wales”.
One can imagine my surprise when only one week later, and quite by chance, I tuned in to a history programme on local radio, to find been interviewed, Gerard Bourke, the great, great, grandson of General Sir Richard Bourke. I was amazed to discover that here was an 82 year old, the last male in the line, and living in the same house that Sir Richard purchased all those years ago. I resolved that if at all possible I should meet with him.
With Gerard Bourke’s Autobiography in my possession, I made my way on a most pleasant late afternoon on Thursday 14th June 2004, to `Thornfields` Lisnagry, Co Limerick. The book, `Out on a Limb` had been the subject of the history programme referred to earlier, and in it Gerard gives an account of his childhood days at Thornfields. Later having gone to London, he discusses his interest in classical music, operas etc, having secured a job as a music critic with the Irish Times.
He states in his book that he knew at an early age that because of his orientation he was going to be the last of his line of Bourke’s, - he was not going to marry and live the lie, is how he puts it. On inheriting Thornfields in the early nineteen sixties, he, Gerard, with his partner George, returned to Ireland with the intention of selling the property. With an offer of no more than £3,000, which was less than a third of its value in Gerard’s estimation, (perhaps far less than this in real terms) the pair decided to remain on and restore Thornfields that was by now greatly run down and badly in need of repair. The £5 paid him by the `Irish Times` for a review of his night at the opera was never going to make him a rich man, and consequently, the restoration of the old house was going to mean a great deal of hard labour, ingenuity, great personal sacrifice, and inevitably, the sale of almost all of Sir Richard’s remaining artifacts and belongings.
As we drove along the winding avenue to the great house one could not help but notice a most magnificent clump of Gunnera manicata positioned as it was in the middle of the lawn and now with the setting sun; in deep shade. A plant normally associated with water, - because of its enormous spread on what appeared to be dry lawn it somehow looked out of place. Could it perhaps be one of Sir Richard’s original plantings and be here for more than 150 years that might well explain this exceptional clump of giant rhubarb?
The great house suddenly appears, surrounded you might say by many large trees and while the scale of it is impressive it is not very striking in its architecture, a plain house is how I would describe it. Its front porch a copy of the one that is now the Old Government House, at Parramatta, on the outskirts of Sydney, put in place after Sir Richards return home, gives some relief to what is a very basic structure. An addition to the rear of the building perhaps necessary to accommodate the thirteen children of Sir Richard’s daughter Ann who was married to Deas Thomas, the Colonial Secretary who were frequent visitors to Thornfields when on holiday to Ireland does not help matters; as the whole now gives the viewer a sense of being off scale, -which of course it is.

It was here at this rear section of the house, which is now self-contained, that my host Gerard Bourke, on the steps leading to the front door, greeted me warmly and ushered me inside. I was immediately struck by the spaciousness of the drawing room. Three large windows reached for the ceiling, which must be all of eleven feet from the floor. The windows with their large timber shuttering that took so much time and effort to restore are put to the use for which they were made before the occupant retires for the night.
By the wall nearest the door stands a magnificent desk and accompanying cabinets. A `cabinetmaker come undertaker` of Thomas Street, Limerick, made them for Sir Richard in 1817. Directly over the desk is an etching of the governor and on either side are the last remaining (Four) `Meissen` plates of a vast service that Sir Richard had ordered for his sojourns in South Africa and Australia.
Emblazoned on the plates is Sir Richards crest and various species of exotic butterfly.

At the desk, seated, Gerard Bourke, with Danny Quain
On returning home to Thornfields on holiday, Gerard would remark, -“these are a new lot of butterflies,” the others having been broken in the meantime. Gerard informed me that I was very lucky to have seen the desk as Mealy auctioneers had already been and taken some photographs for their catalogue. “I have decided to auction it”, he declared. It was at this desk that Sir Richard helped edit Edmund Burke’s letters and papers, - one been found in a drawer as late as 1952. Gerard visited Australia on a number of occasions in the 1980’s. He visited Old Government House at Parramatta that was to be Sir Richards’s residence for the duration of his time in office. On display here are portraits of the first ten governors, Sir Richard being the eight in line. Close by is St. John’s Cathedral and graveyard where Gerard visited the grave of his great-great-grandmother, very happy to pay his respects and place some flowers –“they came from Thornfields with my love and admiration”.
An invitation to Admiralty House, the Sydney residence of the Governor-General was the highlight of his visit. He was shown round the state dining room. Prominently displayed, - “were our two fine crested silver-plated candelabra, two wine coolers, and four candlesticks, by Matthew Boulton that the Australian Government bought at my auction at Thornfields”.
Much is written about Sir Richard during his period as governor of New South Wales and before, but what after his return to Thornfields, did he retire gracefully from public life and potter about in his garden?
On his return to Limerick, Sir Richard became a member of the Judiciary, subsequently he became High Sheriff, and he is credited with being a founder member of the `Athenaeum` when with others he donated £5 in 1852.
He is credited with helping William Monsell of Tervoe, (M.P. 1847) to establish an Agricultural College at Mungret.
General Sir Richard Bourke died at home at Thornfields in 1855, and is buried just two miles distant in the lovely village of Castleconnell on the banks of the Shannon.

When I informed Gerard that it was my intention to visit the grave of Sir Richard, he told me that just a few years ago, he was rummaging about in a drawer full of keys’ to find but one with a label that read `vault`. Whether it was curiosity or for some other reason, (it hadn’t been opened in the twentieth century) - Gerard himself says he was persuaded, in any event, he had a local man oil the lock and hinges.
“Inside; his coffin draped in purple, bordered with silver, looking completely undecayed. Six other family members keep him company in death. We laid flowers, prayed, and closed the vault.”
The vault made by James Pain is a square stone structure, with its roof raised from all four sides to form a point over the center. Stone steps that are guarded by an iron railing reach its entrance door below groundlevel. Over the door a plaque reads: -

THE BURIAL PLACE
OF
GENERAL SIR RICHARD BOURKE K.C.B.
AND OF HIS DESCENDANTS

I asked Gerard if he were aware that there was a grass parakeet named after his great ancestor. He told me that a London ornithologist had informed him of such on hearing that he was Australia bound. He told me of his disappointment at viewing a glass case full of stuffed birds in one of the corridors of Old Government House and not a Bourke’s parrot among them. He visited Sydney Zoo and asked at reception, - is there really a Bourke parrot. Yes, there is, sir, she said, - cage 13. She sent an attendant along with him to see how he would greet the Bourke emblem. What greeted him was a forlorn parrot, standing, as he was in a bunch of feathers, obviously in the severest throes of the moult, and looking all of what gives rise to the expression, -“as sick as a parrot”. Gerard was fortunate however, to receive a T-shirt showing two beautiful Bourke’s parakeets, a gift from a Limerick friend, bought in Bahrain and made in Thailand, - “it was the last one in the shop too!”

Footnote:

Thomas Livingston Mitchell – 1792 – 1855

Thomas Livingston Mitchell was born the son of a harbour master, at Craigend, Sterlingshire, Scotland in 1792. He was to join the army where he rose to the rank of Major. He had a distinguished career as a surveyor in the Napoleonic Peninsular Wars in Spain. He excelled as a surveyor and mapmaker; some of his maps are in use to the present day.
He succeeded on the death of General Surveyor Oxley in 1827, a post he held until 1851.
Major Mitchell carried out three extensive exploration expeditions in northern and western New South Wales between the years 1831 – 1837.
Exploring the McIntire River 1831. The Bolgan and the Darling 1835. Following the Lachlan, Murnumbridge and Murray down to the Darling to west of Discovery Bay, 1836/7.
Mitchell had encountered opposition to his exploration from some of the native Aborigines resulting in a small number of fatalities on both sides. It was his fear of attack from the Aborigines that Mitchell built a fort and named it after his governor `Bourke` in 1835. It would appear that this was not of a substantial construction however, as it soon disappeared, but not before a settlement grew up around it, that is now the town called `Bourke`. With a population of around 3,500 it is located on the Darling River in far Western New South Wales, and is 789 km. northwest of Sydney.
He was knighted, Sir Thomas Mitchell in 1839 and he died of pneumonia on the 5th October 1855.

The Wild Type Bourke’s Parakeet as Mitchell discovered it. Photo courtesy, Bob Fregeres.
In 1835, Mitchell is credited with the discovery and naming of the Bourke’s parakeet Neophema bourkeii, (Now more correctly called Neopsephotus Bourkeii. The Bourke parakeet has a distribution in the wild that extends to the southwestern part of Queensland and into western New South Wales, through central Australia and to the north of South Australia and parts of the inland of Western Australia.
* In a fine article on Bourke’s Parakeets written by Graeme Hyde in “Cage and Aviary Birds” dated 24th February 2005, the following is stated: “Major Sir Thomas L. Mitchell, the Scottish surveyor and explorer first sighted the beautiful Australian Bourke’s Parakeet in 1835, along the banks of the Bogan River in New South Wales, south-east of the present-day town of Bourke. He named it after Sir Richard Bourke, who was at that time governor of New South Wales (1831 – 1837).”

Copyright: Danny Quain © Cóis Má. 2004-2008

Acknowledgement: The Image of General Sir Richard Bourke K.C.B. Governor of NSW 1831-1837, Oil by Sir Martin Arthur Shee,held by the State Library of NSW, Sydney.

References: -

An interview with Gerard Bourke, June 2004.


Photograph: A beautiful Bourke’s Blue opaline hen by kind permission of Bob Fregeres.
Bob Fregeres: Renowned expert and breeder of Bourke’s mutations

R. L. O. A History Programme, with Tony Browne.

.
The World Wide Web.


“Out on a Limb”, by Gerard Bourke.

K.C.B. Knight Commander of the Bath.

Monday, July 21, 2008

The Famine and Beyond!




While walking in remote parts of rural Ireland it struck me how often one can stumble upon old graveyards. Many now inaccessible and derelict, perhaps neglected and forgotten is a more apt description. Some lichen covered headstones stand resolutely upright against all the elements can throw at them; others have wilted and hang at varying degrees from the perpendicular; waiting for the inevitable. There are still others, ‘footers` I understand them to be, (the practice long since discontinued) are hidden in decades of successive decay and re-growth of vegetation that is nature’s way of reclaiming its natural ascendancy.
After the coming of Saint Patrick and Christianity had taken firm hold, there sprung up all over Ireland a religious fervour coupled with seats of learning that spread far beyond our shores. From these places of learning came disciples; ordained priests, who set out to preach the Gospel in remote parts of the Irish countryside. Many set up cells or hermitages and fully embraced all that was good and holy. Soon little small churches sprung up throughout Ireland with the local population for the most part being converted to Christianity; with those who founded and in whose name the church was built; the patron, being declared a Saint by popular acclaim. Thus we have to this day parishes and townlands throughout the length and breadth of Ireland named after these early saints or their churches, an example being: Cill Breda, - Killbreedy, - The Church of Bridget, and I would suggest `Kilbride` having a similar meaning.
It would be impossible to give an account of the long and troubled history of the church in Ireland in a forum such as this, especially with the exceptional difficulties suffered in the `penal times` but suffice to say that despite this and could be argued because of it, the Irish people clung to their religion as if their lives depended on it, and in fact there were many who lost their life in defence of it. With the suppression of the Catholic Church in Ireland came severe restrictions which included prohibition of burials in early Christian sites such as the large monastic settlements and the lesser and more ancient of which we have been discussing above. Why! You might ask was such a regulation imposed on the Irish people. It was simply a determined effort by the authorities of the time and in every conceivable way to proselytize the entire community. As a consequence of the prohibition and where it was possible to do so the people continued to bury their dead in unmarked graves in these old cemeteries. It was the tradition within local communities as it still exists in some parts today to have the responsibility for grave digging and burials divested on a particular family or group within the community. With this responsibility came an intimate knowledge of the graveyard – there was mental retention; a map, of every family plot within the graveyard, bearing in mind that there was no marker at all for most of the graves in the early years this was remarkable. Furthermore, the grave digger had to satisfy himself, very often from memory, as to where the previous deceased member of a family was interred within the plot, and the number of years that had elapsed since the burial, for in the interest of hygiene etc, no disturbance of a grave could be contemplated within a seven year period – this was the tradition. It has to be understood that many, many, generations of a family were buried in the same plot. To enable this to happen there was a rotation system put in place by the grave digger, where on the death of a family member and in consultation with the family it might be decided to put him or her in with the grandfather now deceased for perhaps a quarter of a century or more. On reopening this grave it was very often the experience of the gravediggers to encounter first the breastplate of the previous deceased and confirm for themselves that there was going to be no nasty surprises. They would next encounter the by now much decayed skeletal remains of the grandfather; these would be carefully removed and set-aside on the bank above. Following this the grave would once again be brought to an acceptable depth for the new burial to take place. On lowering the coffin to its resting place at the bottom of the grave the exhumed remains resting on the bank above are now respectfully handed down to be placed in cavities beside the coffin. This might seem an unacceptable and gruesome practice now but this writer would have known many who would have looked on the exhumed skeletal remains of one or other of their parents at a family funeral. To my knowledge this state of affairs was never commented upon, for those charged with the task of burial while at the same time mourning the loss of a neighbour or loved one, carried out their duties faithfully and respectfully and in so doing acted in the best interests of their community.
To the best of my knowledge there were few if any headstones before the middle of the eighteenth century with perhaps the majority post Catholic Emancipation in 1829. It is evident also that only those in possession of land or having a business could afford to erect a headstone, with some being financed by relatives in the United States and elsewhere. Some of these old graveyards are referred to as “famine graveyards” that is deaths resulting from the famine of the 1840’s and certainly they would have served this purpose, but in reality they existed long before this.
With the construction of new churches in recent times and very often associated with these are the new `Reilig` or graveyard, which has left many of the older ones referred to here more or less abandoned.
Well off the beaten track my picture shows an abandoned and for the most part forgotten graveyard in rural county Limerick. In the stillness of a late summer’s evening one can feel the anguish, pain and sadness of the countless souls who came here to say a last good-bye to their loved ones?
My second picture is of a `detail` in the iron surround of a priests grave – lovely swirls of oak-leaf are topped with a 'bud-burst': overall a beautiful piece of workmanship.
This then is Danny’s Quaint Ireland; it is entirely my own work, cannot be used in whole or in part without my permission, it is Cóipcheart © (Copyright) 2008-07-20

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Introducing the Brian Boru Tree


My Introduction Blog

Recently, with the downturn in the economy in Ireland and indeed worldwide, there is much discussion about how bad the 80's was and how it could hardly return to those bad old days again. It set me to thinking that I could remember the 40's with the 80's being just like yesterday and no bad memories – I guess I was too busy working and raising a family.

Now the 40's were a different kittle of fish entirely? My granddaughter informed me just the other day, of a `breakfast club' at their school where if or when necessary they ordered cornflakes or porridge to be followed with rasher, egg etc. When I went to school in April 1945 we were suffering the bite of by now well established war conditions, with all of the basics in short supply. We won't discuss the breakfast here for even now it's a matter of embarrassment. Having walked the three miles to school over very rough road, I can still remember having the toenail lifted from the big toe, it having come in contact with the raised `spall` - if you haven't experienced this for yourself, believe me you can do without it. Our lunch of the time consisted of two slices of homemade cake bread baked over an open fire, and was the so-called flower of poor quality? This was washed down with an HP sauce bottle of cold tea.

Raised under a thatched roof, my formative years had me denied the advantages of electricity and all that goes with it – probably the most important of which was running water, for without, there was no bathroom, no toilets, fetching drinking water from a well that was quite some distance away was an ever ending chore, as was water for washing from a nearby quarry equally a chore and hazardous to boot. There was no radio, no television, no phone, and no motorcars even, due in the main to the restrictions the war imposed, but in any case there were very few in rural Ireland pre-war as the roads were only fit for lifting toenails. As a consequence of my early upbringing I have an advantage over many today, in that I and those of my vintage could have lived in any generation in Ireland almost since it was first populated seven thousand years or whatever the historians say it was, with very little change in circumstances. I say this because we hunted, we fished, we sowed and we reaped. We slaughtered our own animals and we built our own fires to cook them. I still remember the excitement of sitting in the shade of a `hawthorn' as my father cut the last few swards of hay with a pair of horses drawing a trusty `woods mower`, and he shouting "Yes! They are in there." I waited with bated breath for the young corncrakes to break cover from the middle of the hayfield where I would give chase and hope to catch one before they made good their escape in the surrounding hedgerow. Should I be lucky enough to catch one, it was only for a very brief moment before being released, for there was still a mystery attached to these birds as it was still not known definitively where they disappeared to for the winter and early spring.

I am an old-timer but would like to think, not set in my ways? I love old things and a conservationist at heart and that is the reason for the title of my blog Danny's Quaint Ireland but not all and everything will be quaint or about Ireland, but what takes my fancy given my background of which you have had a smattering. So, my first photograph is what is reputed to be Ireland's oldest living tree. There is something wonderful at being asked to come and take a look at this ancient specimen that is growing or perhaps resident might be a more appropriate term given its age at Tomgraney Co. Clare. I was escorted over ditches and along hedges to a spot at the end of a field where there was no mistaking in all its glory was the Brian Boru Oak. It is said that Brian himself planted it, but whatever is the case there is no doubt but this oak was in times past one of the many that made up the great oak forests of these parts, a number of which went to clad the great houses of Westminster. King Brian Boru was one of the great kings of Munster and was slain in his tent when in old age fighting the Danes at the battle of Clontarf, Dublin, in 1014. We can take it then that this great oak is a thousand years old and the oldest living tree in Ireland.


About Me

My photo
I remember the 40's, have an opinion on very many subjects especially on the environment and on our very rich historical past in all its forms