The Callans and McClarys, by John Edward Callan - Callanworld
The Callans and McClarys, by John Edward Callan - Callanworld
The Callans and McClarys, by John Edward Callan - Callanworld
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about my search for the nonexistent<br />
Coolkill <strong>and</strong> now<br />
planned to strike out for<br />
Cootehill.<br />
“Aye,” says the old man,<br />
“ya don’t want Cootehill. Ya be<br />
wanting to go to Coolkill near<br />
Kilnaleck <strong>and</strong> Crosser-lough. I<br />
have fished there all me life.”<br />
Saints be Jesus, me Aunt<br />
Rita wasn’t daft after all! Notes<br />
that I had taken while talking to<br />
Nana <strong>and</strong> Aunt Rita referred to<br />
the place names of Kilnaleck <strong>and</strong><br />
Crosser-lough.<br />
Entrance to <strong>Callan</strong> homesite. Photo taken<br />
looking from center of where the <strong>Callan</strong><br />
home once stood. Note rounded stone gate<br />
pier on left. Similar gate pier is on right, covered<br />
in brush.Stone wall between each pier<br />
replaced what used to be a swinging gate to<br />
the <strong>Callan</strong> home. <strong>The</strong> stones of the wall were<br />
once part of the structure of the <strong>Callan</strong><br />
home.<br />
~ 25 ~<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong><strong>Callan</strong>s</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>McClarys</strong><br />
James P. Lynch, far left, pictured with Mattie Lynch in 1982 in front of Mattie’s townhome<br />
on Main Street, Kilnaleck, County Cavan.<br />
On On to to Coolkill Coolkill<br />
Coolkill<br />
On Aug. 2, I travelled the<br />
Navan Road from Dublin in<br />
search of Coolkill (approx. 60<br />
miles). Following the directions<br />
of my Dubliner pub friends, I<br />
turned off at Virginia (pronounced<br />
virgin-nay), County<br />
Cavan <strong>and</strong> continued on to<br />
Ballyjamesduff. <strong>The</strong>re recognizing<br />
that the world had come to<br />
an end, I inquired of a local (a<br />
Ballyjamesduffian?) the directions<br />
to Coolkill. He proceeded to<br />
direct me to Cootehill, not know-<br />
ing of a town of Coolkill. Sinking<br />
fast, I recovered my wits <strong>and</strong><br />
queried about Kilnaleck.<br />
“Aye,” he says as he points to<br />
a footpath. “That’s where you go<br />
to Kilnaleck.”<br />
“Where is the road?” I<br />
asked. He replied, “That is the<br />
road.”<br />
Driving down this footpath,<br />
with branches scraping both sides<br />
of the car, I come across a farmer<br />
on a tractor.<br />
“Where could Kilnaleck<br />
be?” I ask.<br />
“Aye,” he replies, “just two