Jolly good show at the Glebe

It's always worth paying one or maybe more visits over Easter to the annual open art exhibition at the Glebe Gallery out at Derek Hill's place near Churchill. The Good Friday evening opening is a major social event for Donegal's art lovers and chattering classes.

Room with a Window, by Daniel Nelis

The historic town of Ramelton was well featured this time around. And prices for some of the works looked very reasonable. Here's a wee write-up from the time -

Maura McGlynn lifts Hill award at Glebe

By Martin McGinley

Maura McGlynn was a very popular winner of the Derek Hill Foundation Prize at the annual Easter Open Art Competition exhibition at the Glebe Gallery, Churchill, on Good Friday evening.

The winning artwork, ‘Gola Island 2’, is one of four pictures in the exhibition from the Galway-born artist, who is based in nearby Trentagh.

There was another big crowd for the exhibition opening. On display are 78 works selected from an entry of more than 360 by this year’s judges, Celine Haran, deputy director of the Void Gallery in Derry, and Eilís Lavelle, curator-in-residence for 2015 at Letterkenny Regional Cultural Centre.

The exhibition stays open until next Sunday, 12^th April.

“It’s another good show,” said Glebe curator Adrian Kelly. “We only really advertise the competition in the North-West because we want to encourage entries from locally-based artists. And that’s working for us, because we are uncovering new talent here every year. We have a great mix, from the amateur and enthusiast to the professional artists, and we always have a good percentage who have never submitted before.”

Other prizewinners at the show include some familiar names on the art scene in Donegal.

Two strong portraits got prizes – ‘Room with a Window’ from Daniel Nelis, a former Derek Hill Foundation Prize winner, and ‘Magpie’ from Patricia Conlon.

Aideen Connolly won with her black-and-white drawing, ‘Atlantic Edge’. Aideen recently featured in the ‘Coney’ group show in the Hyde Bridge Gallery in Sligo.

Ramelton, End of Summer 2014, by Ian Gordon

Ramelton features strongly. Cathal McGinley, frequently seen sketching on the streets of the town, won with another pencil drawing, ‘Bridge End Ramelton’, and Ian Gordon for the impressionistic ‘Ramelton, End of Summer 2014’. Ian recently had a solo show at Ross Fine Art in Ramelton.

Snow on Carnaween, by Johnny Boyle

The show is dominated by small works, mostly representational, and across the disciplines, from painting to sculpture to ceramic work. Standouts include Christy Keeney’s light-bathed ‘Girl With Blackbird’, Johnny Boyle’s colour-filled ‘Snow on Carnaween’, Cornelius Browne’s brooding ‘The Bay in February’, Sarah Davidson’s welcoming ‘Landing Light’ and Rita Wilson’s dramatic photograph ‘Pollgorm Downings’.

Girl with Blackbird, by Christy Keeney [apologies for light on glass!]

Prices remain well down on the pre-2008 heights and there’s good value on offer. In ceramics, Emma Moore’s ‘Blue Boat Vessel’ is €165 and the very lovable ‘The Beekeeper’s House’ from Niamh Fahy is there at a snip, €90. Deirdre O’Callaghan’s fine vases, ‘Vivian Vase 1 – 3’, are priced from €120 to €170.

See more on the Glebe Gallery’s facebook page.

  

Leonora Thornber ('Miss Yorkshire') and her prince at the Rosapenna

Browsing under 'Donegal' on the BBC Genome site, and here's another interesting one from 13th August, 1927  -

Our Saturday Short Story : Miss Leonora Thornber, ' Lyam O'Lannichan 'THE lovely coast of Donegal, between the sandhills and the sea, is the scene of many of Miss Thornber's short stories, including the one that she will read this afternoon.

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On the internet, you can run with a lead (except if there's a dog on the end of it. Anyway . .) and so we're off to 'Seven Miles of Steel Thistles' (nice name), the blog of Katherine Langrish, writer of fantasy novels for children and young adults. She is the grand-daughter of Leonora - "She was born in 1892 and her name was Emmeline Mary Sherwood [seems like it could have been Yorkshire], though everyone called her ‘Linnie’.  She showed early promise as a writer.  

No more than today, of course, could one rely upon making a living from writing.  Linnie trained and worked for Underwood’s as a demonstration typist – a useful skill for a writer, and one that opened the path for her to work as personal secretary to the Earl of Leitrim in County Donegal.  For propriety’s sake she stayed not at the big house, but in a Rosapenna hotel owned by the Earl, where she was known to all by the nickname ‘Miss Yorkshire’.  Here a visiting Malaysian prince, the son of the Sultan of Johor, proposed to her but was rejected - Linnie was already engaged to my grandfather, William Lucas Thornber (also of Yorkshire farming stock), who earned his living as one of the early breed of motor mechanics.
Once married and with children, Linnie began writing stories and poems as a way of augmenting the family income.  She also wrote plays for the Sheffield Repertory Theatre – the first, ‘Grey Ash’ (a supernatural shocker about an accursed violin) was broadcast by the BBC, and after that several more of her plays were broadcast, and she was recorded reading one of her stories on air. How I'd love to track it down! 

[from - http://steelthistles.blogspot.ie/2010/03/my-grandmothers-books.html]

Wonder does Donegal Library have any of her stories?

Katherine Langrish - her grandmother wrote about Donegal

'Ballylenon' on the BBC airwaves

This somehow passed me by until I came across it today while looking at the BBC's Genome Project, great resource -

Ballylenon is a radio situation comedy set in a small village in County Donegal in Ireland in the 1950s. The six series totalling 30 half-hour episodes were originally broadcast on BBC Radio 4 from 1994 until 1999. The series was written by Christopher Fitz-Simon, and it starred T. P. McKenna, Stella McCusckerand Margaret D'Arcy. A seventh series was broadcast in 2009 and 2010.

In July 1995 the plug for the second series was -

Already divided over the proposed demolition of an 18th-century court house to make way for the Swilly Arms' car park, the town's Development Association seems set for open confrontation.

Sound familiar? :-)

And now for what may be an unrelated pic -

David Byrne and heads talking about museum signs and music working

Came across this blog by Tom Hewitt about the vexed issue of information plaques beside paintings and artworks in museums - should we or shouldn't we?

https://tomhewittphdresearchblog.wordpress.com/2015/01/21/to-be-told-or-not-to-be-told/comment-page-1/#comment-11

Of course, nowadays we all have to throw our tuppence h'penny at it, in the interests of a full and informed debate on the issue of course (nothing to do with a desultory Saturday afternoon, dog snores dominating the kitchen soundscape) -

Martin McGinley says: [Your comment is awaiting moderation.][I didn't actually say that]
January 24, 2015 at 3:34 pm

I think the focus should be on the encounter with the artwork but, as we can’t all be experts, it’s often a help to have some good notes to refer to as well. A lot depends on the ‘expert’ who’s providing them. The Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam took it a stage further last year, putting up bright yellow posters beside the works suggesting how they illustrated life lessons – the ‘Art as Therapy’ show curated by Alain de Bottom and John Armstrong. Could have been awful but was different and thought-provoking.
Here’s something I’ve now stumbled across – singer David Byrne (I presume) giving his own context for works in the Rijksmuseum. http://davidbyrne.com/an-unexpected-history-lesson-at-the-rijksmuseum
And, to bring this discussion of commerce into the 21st century, here’s news that you can now use images of artworks in that museum to create your own mugs and tshirts (shock horror) -http://www.openculture.com/2012/11/rijksmuseum_puts_125000_masterpieces_online.html

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As Róisín Ingle has been talking in the Irish Times magazine today about celebrity encounters, I can exclusively reveal that I met David Byrne, or 'Dave' as he was introduced, in Hughes' pub in Dublin a few years back. I joined the company and we had a couple of drinks before heading off to Lillie's Bordello, then the acme of the city's social scene. It was only when we got there that 'Dave' stood revealed as, in fact, the Talking Heads singer who had done a big concert somewhere or other in Dublin earlier that evening. Suddenly, there was a dazzling bright light, a spotlight, and it shone directly on him, and Ant and Dec appeared as two cherubic angels, fingers pointing at 'Dave'. Only joking about that bit. Dave was actually a friendly down-to-earth sort. He's well-known now too for his book "How Music Works", which is on my Kindle to be read at some date so far unspecified. 

'Dave', as he may have appeared after some particularly silly comment across the table in Hughes's's in Dublin

"How Music Works" by David Byrne was published in 2012. It may have come as a surprise to John Powell, who explained why ten violins only sound twice as loud as one in his 2011 book, "How Music Works".

In sharp contrast, here's David Byrne's book -

(that's enough about music working - ed.)

When the whingers actually got something

Gregory Campbell, MP for East Londonderry, was on BBC Radio Foyle this morning referring to people in the North-West as whingers, well-balanced in the sense that they have a chip on both shoulders.
He's one of our local politicians, and sat for thirty years on Derry City Council, stepping down in 2011.
In his interview, he said that instead of complaining, we should focus on action - lobbying, making the case and so on. And certainly if he was able to deliver the support of his colleagues in the DUP, there might be a lot more happening in the North West in terms of motorway access, a university and a proper rail link.
It is about delivery. Because if you've made a good case for decades, and nothing happens, you might be inclined to whinge.

The Magee campus of the University of Ulster - there's an unanswerable case for a full campus which has gone unanswered.

I reminded of all this reading 'Reminiscences of a Long Life' by W. D. Killen, D. D., LL.D, President of Belfast Presbyterian College. Dr Killen's book was first published in 1901, and this edition came out from Braid Books & Moyola Books in 1995.
Dr Killen lived through most of the 19th century, from 1806-1902. He remembers a time when Derry was up there in terms of university education in the North of Ireland.
After a time in Raphoe, Dr Killen arrived in Belfast in 1841 to take over from Dr J. S. Reid as Professor of Church History, Church Government and Pastoral Theology, training students for the ministry. At that time he was teaching in a room at the Belfast Academical Institution. The Presbyterian Assembly was just planning a college of its own, plans complicated when the government announced it was erecting Queen's Colleges in Belfast, Galway and Cork.
Dr Killen commented:

The announcement of a large legacy [£20,000] bequeathed by Mrs. Magee, of Dublin, for the erection of a Presbyterian College, complicated the discussion ; and this protracted debate issued in the building in Derry of a seminary bearing the name of the lady whose wealth contributed so largely to its foundation. The Magee College of the Maiden City has created a healthy rivalry between Derry and Belfast, and has unquestionably given impetus to the cause of education in the North-West of Ulster.

Belfast Presbyterian College opened in 1853, although it seems those involved had a hard time raising the money, not least because of the "controversy relative to the Magee College". Magee opened in 1865 primarily as a theological college but also offering course to students of all denominations. In a busy period for third-level provision, Queen's opened in 1849.

Presbyterians were in the lead, in those days, in making further education available in the North-West.

Every day has its own journeys. 
Today brought a walk around Ramelton and a visit to the regular Saturday morning country market. Quieter than usual, mostly because of the roads but there's also that post-Christmas lull. 
There's a little antique shop on Castle Street that opens on a Saturday. It's a front room cabinet of curiosities, complete with a homely fire in the fireplace. It's perfect for magpies, who can pick up things here and there. There are books in piles, knick-knacks, CDs, DVDs, glass, plates, rings, pictures, a wooden music stand, a giant teddy bear, lots of stuff. 
Today's purchase was a hardback copy of 'Stepping Stones', a Faber and Faber first edition from 2008. A snip at €12, considering the price on the back was €30.45. The book's made up of interviews of Seamus Heaney by Dennis O'Driscoll, another poet, as well being a critic and a long-time official of the Revenue Commissioners. It's a great read, whatever misgivings you might have about the format and how it allows Heaney to shape the result. 
Just thinking now that the shortcomings of this format might well have guided O'Driscoll's question on the last page of the book, about whether Heaney shared the poet Milosz's concern 'not to be taken as other than I am'. Heaney replied: 

I don't believe I'm a self-concealing person: admittedly, I incline to discretion, which I think is different from a desire to appear 'other than I am'. But what goes on in self-presentation, even in the case of Milosz, is no simple matter and one's analysis of one's own case can never be the whole story. That said, however, Milosz's statement is one I could make without anxiety.

 This in turn reminds me of the Johari window, which I think I first read about in a Charles Handy book -

The Johari window - we look at ourselves through the left hand side 'window', and see the parts marked 'Open' and 'Hidden'. We can't see through to the areas in red or grey. Others look at us from the top, and see the parts 'Open' and 'Blind'. 'Stepping Stones' mostly comes from the left hand side perspective, Heaney's understanding and portrayal of himself. Does O'Driscoll also illuminate Heaney's 'Blind' spots? Although this diagram is a square, maybe as you become more self-aware (or just older), the red box gets smaller . . The grey box is an interesting one.

Sad to think that both men died within four years of the book appearing in 2008. Of course, Heaney had got a forceful reminder of his own mortality two years earlier in Donegal, when he had a serious stroke. An elegiac mood pervades his last collection 'Human Chain' (2010) and now the final poem 'A Kite for Aibhín' seems like the perfect valediction. Heaney re-visits the idea of the kite explored in 'A Kite for Michael and Christopher' in the collection 'Station Island'. Then it was about handing over to a new generation; now the 'string breaks and - separate, elate -/ The kite takes off, itself alone, a windfall'. 

The book that started this all off. Seamus Heaney used to joke that he had signed so many books that an unsigned one might be more sought after. However a hardback first edition of this book signed by both Heaney and O'Driscoll is on sale on abebooks for 500 euro. An unsigned one is on sale for around 40 euro.

Heaney was 74 when he died. Dennis O'Driscoll was just 58. Born on New Year's Day in 1954, Dennis became ill on Christmas Eve 2012 and died shortly afterwards in hospital.

The first poem of O'Driscoll's you'll come across online is a brilliant one, if rather sobering - 

Someone

someone is dressing up for death today, a change of skirt or tie

eating a final feast of buttered sliced pan, tea

scarcely having noticed the erection that was his last

shaving his face to marble for the icy laying out

spraying with deodorant her coarse armpit grass

someone today is leaving home on business

saluting, terminally, the neighbours who will join in the cortege

someone is paring his nails for the last time, a precious moment

someone’s waist will not be marked with elastic in the future

someone is putting out milkbottles for a day that will not come

someone’s fresh breath is about to be taken clean away

someone is writing a cheque that will be rejected as ‘drawer deceased’

someone is circling posthumous dates on a calendar

someone is listening to an irrelevant weather forecast

someone is making rash promises to friends

someone’s coffin is being sanded, laminated, shined

who feels this morning quite as well as ever

someone if asked would find nothing remarkable in today’s date

perfume and goodbyes her final will and testament

someone today is seeing the world for the last time

as innocently as he had seen it first

Dennis O'Driscoll

Dennis was from Thurles, a town I visited a few days ago for the first time in years (if not an entire lifetime). He was unusual for a poet in that he made his way in the 9 - 5 world of the civil servant for most of his life, working for the Revenue Commissioners. His worlds collided eventually when he was commissioned to write a poem for the opening of the Revenue Museum in Dublin. I looked for that poem online, and discovered it had been posted on Twitter by fiddler and Derryman Dermot McLaughlin - 

https://twitter.com/dermotmcl1/status/277933009892675584

The obituary of Dennis O'Driscoll in the Irish Independent said: "Friends of the poet [ . . .] said he appeared to have been sick for some time, but that the nature of his illness wasn’t known”. 

 http://www.independent.ie/irish-news/generous-witty-gentleman-poet-odriscoll-dies-at-58-28951671.html

Dennis's parents were both dead by the time he was twenty. His last book of poems was called 'Dear Life'.

Two Men in a Museum

David Kirby was looking at the edits of his poetry collection 'The Biscuit Joint' when he heard of the death of Dennis O'Driscoll. One of the poems in that collection is about a chance encounter with Dennis and Seamus Heaney in the National Gallery - http://genius.com/1407389/David-kirby-backwards-man/Dennis-odriscoll

The Quiet Man

If there's one thing you usually see among books in an antique shop or charity shop, it's a book by Maurice Walsh. Like Dennis O'Driscoll, Maurice worked for Revenue. He's best known for the short story 'The Quiet Man', based on a man who worked on the farm for his father.

Another civil servant who comes to mind is Strabane man Brian O'Nuallain. 

(Just to add to this chain, just heard that a Strabane man is playing in the Bridge Bar in Ramelton tonight, Pete O'Hanlon, a maestro on guitar. Don't miss it!)

The Big Sur

Moving on, ever notice how the light and the atmosphere somehow changes when you get near the Atlantic coast in Ireland? You may be interested in listening to a striking piece of music, The Dharma at Big Sur, by John Adams.

From Wikipedia, I think - John Adams described the process of composing the piece: "I wanted to express the moment, the so-called “shock of recognition”, when one reaches the edge of the continental land mass. On the Atlantic coast, the air seems to announce it with its salty taste and briney scents."

Here's the first part of the piece (the second is also there on YouTube) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=htqhGgBWxyI

More Power to her - but what's she doing in Cashel?

It was in a second-hand bookshop in Cashel, County Tipperary, that I invested €2 in the purchase of '"A Problem from Hell", America and the Age of Genocide' by Samantha Power. It won the Pulitzer Prize in 2003.
It was only after I got back to the cafe that I saw that the book was actually signed by the author. Strange one.
And it's only now on lifting up the book that it dawns. Of course, that's the Samantha Power. Originally from Ireland. Was connected with Obama somehow and fell from grace because of some controversy.
And so the trawl begins.
That was 2008, when she called Hillary Clinton 'a monster' and had to step down as Obama's foreign policy adviser. Five years later, at 43, she became the youngest-ever US ambassador to the UN.

Would you lose your accent to fit in? To succeed?
http://www.irishcentral.com/news/samantha-power-recalls-her-irish-brogue-when-appointed-as-us-ambassador-to-un-210297361-237594511.html#

A Vanity Fair article suggests a trace of her Irish accent remains. And she can still tell a story -

She’s based in New York City with her husband and their two young children at the ambassador’s official residence in the Waldorf-Astoria hotel, which provoked an amusing story from her:
After she’d been ambassador for several months, her husband—a Harvard law professor with the uncommon name Cass Sunstein—grew a bit tired of the concierge calling him “Mr. Power.” “It happens, you know, when women are in jobs like this,” she said. “So my husband comes down one morning, and he finally says to him, ‘My name is Cass, but if you want to call me Mr. Sunstein, that’s also O.K.’ And the concierge shakes his head in amazement and says, ‘That’s incredible! You look exactly like Mr. Power.’ ”

Cass Sunstein is internationally-known in his own right, as someone comments after the Vanity Fair article -
http://www.vanityfair.com/politics/2014/08/samantha-power-un-ambassador-profile

The sad tale of Samantha's brilliant dad, and the question of emigration -
http://www.independent.ie/irish-news/samantha-power-the-triumph-and-sadness-of-emigration-26448778.html

More on her dad, who died in his forties, and a decent tv news piece in which it's hard to detect that trace of Irish brogue -
http://www.evoke.ie/evoke/irish-american-samantha-power-talks-about-father/

Kate O'Brien makes the odd appearance in this blog, and she pops up again here -
http://irishmedia.blogspot.ie/2011/08/samantha-power-and-sacred-heart-nuns.html

Having killed off one of writer Brian Moore's relations in an article, there's some sympathy for the author of one piece about Samantha - http://www.independent.ie/irish-news/apology-as-forbes-withdraws-homosexual-claim-about-president-michael-d-higgins-29443643.html

Turns out Samantha Power was in Dublin the day before she made that calamitous remark about Hillary http://www.ucd.ie/news/2008/03MAR08/120308_samantha_powe.html  Think she was on a book tour when she gave that interview to the Scotsman. Some scoop (although it seems she thought the remark was off the record).

See SP (yes, getting more familiar now) was born in Dungarvan, Waterford, in 1970. Got that from the movie site IMDb site.
Weird, see now she actually refers to herself as SP on her blog (which stopped in 2008) - http://samanthapower.blogspot.ie 
There's lots more. She got married in Kerry in 2008 and the wedding car was driven by her uncle from Cork.

But finally I just search for Samantha Power Cashel Tipperary bookshop.

I still don't know.

8th January, Elvis, Allingham and the rest

We're approaching 8th January 2015, Elvis's 80th birthday. The 8th January is also the date William Allingham wrote 'The Fairies' during a visit to Killybegs in 1849 (we'll say that anyhow).

On 8th January around the late 1990s we used to run Allingham Night, an extravaganza of poetry and music, in the Sail Inn in Killybegs. Part of the entertainment would be the American fiddle tune and song called 8th January or The Battle of New Orleans, performed by our own Laghey-based frailing banjo player, songsmith and singer Alec Somerville. The song, commemorating the Battle of New Orleans on 8th January 1815, comes in at 33 in the Billboard list of the 100 biggest hits ever -

http://www.billboard.com/articles/list/2155531/the-hot-100-all-time-top-songs?list_page=6

(The words, for those tremendously interested - http://www.rockremembers.com/2009/02/battle-of-new-orleans-8th-of-january.html)

The British commander who died in that engagement was an Irishman, Edward Pakenham, whose sister was the wife of the Duke of Wellington, another Irishman. Edward's death probably didn't occasion a lot of wailing in Ireland, as he'd helped put down the 1798 insurrection.


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Back to oor Wullie - http://www.donegaldiaspora.ie/people/william-allingham

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For starters, in case there are people who haven't actually heard or seen the poem (was taught in school many moons ago), here it is from http://www.bartleby.com/101/769.html -

						Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Allingham. 1824–1889
769. The Fairies

UP the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,	5
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,	10
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs,	15
All night awake.
High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and gray
He 's nigh lost his wits.	20
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with music	25
On cold starry nights
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.
They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;	30
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,	35
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,
Watching till she wakes.	40
By the craggy hill-side,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn-trees
For pleasure here and there.
If any man so daring	45
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,	50
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,	55
And white owl's feather!

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There's an interesting blog and comments on the poem 'The Fairies' here -

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.ie/2001/10/fairies-william-allingham.html?showComment=1420559356925#c266696937947729999,

Here's one of the comments -

Back in the early 1970s in Dublin, a Mr. Ward - retired publican from Ballybofey, Donegal, Ireland - told me that the 'little Bridget' of this poem was, in fact, his aunt. Said she had been stolen for several years and then allowed to return home for a visit. Her family was determined to keep her even tho she begged to be allowed to return 'to the music and the dancing.' In the end, according to Mr. Ward, she was sent to America to prevent her from returning to her life under the mountains. I'd love to know if anyone else ever heard this?

I've just added my tuppence-ha'penny to the blog comments -

Lots of interesting stuff in the blog and the comments, thanks! When we had the Sail Inn pub in Killybegs, County Donegal, in the 90s we used to run a poetry and music night on 8th January - the date Allingham wrote 'The Fairies' while staying in an aunt's house opposite the pub. I was told by an old man who lived outside Carrick in the shadow of Sliabh League that parts of the poem refer to this mountain, often described as having the highest sea cliffs in Europe. The old man's story was that Allingham had a romantic entanglement with a woman in the area. Columbkille would refer to Glencolumbkille, the glen of Saint Colmcille, a little further along the coast in this beautiful south-west Donegal. Fairies and people being taken away by them are very much part of the mythology and stories of this part of the world. The great Dungloe fiddler Neilidh Boyle reckoned he was taken off to a fairies' wedding and learned the tricks of two outstanding fairy fiddlers there. The renowned piper from Gweedore, also in Donegal, Turlough McSweeney, also claimed to have got the enchanted music of the fairies from an encounter at a fairy rath, or circle. Fairies gave tunes to Biddy from Muckross, near Kilcar. [All in all, fairies in Donegal] were quite busy!

The 'table and chair' at the viewing point on Sliabh League


People from the Carrick area will know the old man I'm talking about, although his name escapes me at the moment. He used to work for Gael Linn, became practically blind I think, and lived in a fine two-storey house on the right on the way to Glencolumbkille. Sadly the house, looking out on the slopes of Sliabh League, is in poor shape these days.

The bottom book in the pic below is the 1967 edition of William Allingham's Diary, which features the entry - 

January 8. - At Killybegs. Read Tennyson and Wittick's Norway.  Fairy Song : 'Wee folk, good folk,' etc.  Violin

I think I found out that Allingham's aunt lived in the house across from the Sail Inn.
The top book is a rather battered first edition of the 1855 book in which 'The Fairies' appeared, 'The Music Master, a love story, and Two Series of Day and Night Songs'. I bought the book for £5 in a second-hand bookshop in the Waterside in Derry in 1987. It's missing two woodcuts, hence the price, as the woodcuts are a big selling point - they're by the Pre-Raphaelities Arthur Hughes (7), D. G. Rossetti (1) and John E. Millais (1). It's said that this was the first book illustration by Rossetti, to go with Allingham's poem The Maids of Elfin-Mere. The illustration has been widely praised, with Burne-Jones describing it as ‘the most beautiful drawing for an illustration I have ever seen'. However Rossetti himself was apparently far from happy with it, and tore it out of his copy of the book. Perhaps it was Arthur Hughes who tore two of his woodcuts from my book, although it bears the name Mc Cullough. Its poor condition is a reminder never to pass a fragile old book around at Allingham Nights. I see two copies in decent shape with all the illustrations - but without this red cover - both priced at over £800 on abebooks. Need to have the luck Johnny Depp had in The Ninth Gate on tv last night . . the illustration he was missing from a rare book happened to fall off the top of a bookcase.

Rossetti's illustration to illustrate the poem -

The Maids of Elfin-Mere by William Allingham

When the spinning-room was here
Came Three Damsels, clothed in white,
With their spindles every night;
One and Two and three fair Maidens,
Spinning to a pulsing cadence,
Singing songs of Elfin-Mere;
Till the eleventh hour was toll’d,
Then departed through the wold.
Years ago, and years ago;
And the tall reeds sigh as the wind doth blow [ . . .] 

Some see the features of the beautiful Elizabeth Siddal in the faces of the three women. She, like these three, came to a tragic end - 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Siddal

http://www.rossettiarchive.org/docs/s67.raw.html

http://preraphaelitesisterhood.com/the-maids-of-elfin-mere/

A comment from this last site - 

Tori Amos was inspired by this poem and the illustration. The song Maids of Elfen-Mere is on her latest album Unrependant Geraldines. You can listen to it here. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XC41gJINkJ4.

As Allingham was a fiddler and also wrote ballads, here's another contemporary song, this one seemingly inspired by the poem The Fairies. It's performed by Caprice, a Russian neo-classical band no less - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJ8UqWMT_zo