Forgelands or Fairfield / Monart Bessmount Enniscorthy Co Wexford Ireland

The Still Pond, Fairfield, Enniscorthy, Co Wexford. Fairfield Farm lies directly behind large trees in far middle distance. Home of my ancestors for hundreds of years. H/t J. Cassin.
I had a comment from Carole Foley-Coleman from Delaware USA on an older post here


You posted this on my birthday. I have traced my ancestors to Fairfield, Enniscorthy, Co. of Wexford, Ireland. My name is Carole Foley Coleman. My grandfather was Stephen Foley born in Fairfield and came with his parents to the US when he was 8 years old in 1901.

Have you been to Fairfield? I would like to plan a trip to Ireland to at least see where my family originated. I was searching for the town and your article appeared. I thought, what a conincidence you wrote it on my birthay,

Is there anything you can tell me about Fairfield. Previously I had found it on a map (in 1995) when I originally tried to go there, but circumstances forced me to stay content here. Now the wanderlust is back. The map I have has turned very faint and my eyes are weaker so that I cannot see exactly where the town of Fairfield is located.

Any information you have would be most appreciated. Thank you.

Carole Coleman Odessa, DE

My response:

Hello Carole Foley-Coleman, I will gather up whatever information I can pertaining to your ancestors home-place. I see from the 1901 Census that there was no Foley family resident at Fairfield or Forgelands in 1901. There were, though, Foley’s in Davidstown, which I know ForF came under its auspices in days of yore. I shall root out the family in the census. The townsland of ForF is very tiny. It can’t be much bigger than 200 acres or less in total. Fairfield Farm alone comprises of 110. So it shan’t be that difficult to find out exactly where your family resided.

Houses in Forgelands or Fairfield (Enniscorthy Rural, Wexford)

House Number Surnames in House Details
1 Kenny View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
2 Morrissey View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
3 Doran View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
4 Doyle View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
5.1 Brien View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
5.2 White View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
5.3 Byrne View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
5.3 Leary View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
6 McCarthy View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
7 Brien View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
7 Carle View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
7 Leary View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
8 Kavanagh View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
8 Thompkin View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
9 Leary View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
10 Baggan View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
10 Brown View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
10 Davis View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
10 Merinan View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
11 Hogan View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
11 Molloy View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
11 Murphy View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
11 Reilly View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
11 Storey View occupants or original census form (as a PDF)
14 Carey View occupants or original census form (as a PDF) Yeah, Andrew, just a stones throw away there is Monart Spa. Liam Griffin, entrepreneur, hotelier, past Hurling Wexford manager bought Protestant neighbour’s land & built 35 million euro spa. It’s amazingly beautiful.
Upon entering panoramic link (see below) click full-screen, then again google map tag to left. See: Forgelands. Here one will get bird’s eye view of mother & kith/ kind’s farm-stead.
Monart Spa in Enniscorthy, Ireland Panoramic photo by Tomek Bialek . Click the image to open the interactive version. The historic house of Monart (1740).

AndrewSB49 485 days ago 

Wow – Beautiful relaxing scene.

MarieTherese39 485 days ago

Joan Ryan-Doyle, who was raised in a nearby old stone-cottage, always reminded me, when we were en-route via Fairfield corn-fields, to get to apple orchard, that Fairfield was a large piece of Heaven. I said, jokingly, yeah, you could fit the Vatican here

MarieTherese39 485 days ago

I’ve got this beautiful pond photo on my 13 inch Apple dashboard. It’s as clear as daylight. I know this spot like the back of my hand. I’ve oftentimes sat on the pond’s edge & had swans come and try to chase me away. Mustn’t venture too near their territory.

MarieTherese39 486 days ago

It appears that the ore was imported from England; and the adjoining woods of Killoughram Forest supplied the charcoal. Even long before this period, as Sir Robert Kane writes,

MarieTherese39 486 days ago 

It was so called from an extensive forge or iron works at this place, and was principally utilized for the manufacture of sword blades. It appears that the ore was imported from England; and the adjoining woods of Killoughram Forest supplied the charcoa

MarieTherese39 486 days ago 

“The village of Forge, on the Urrin, about three miles from Enniscorthy, was established at this time, and in 1565 was the property of Colonel Robert Phayre.

MarieTherese39 487 days ago 

Jamesons whiskey clan, who are related to Marconi, stem from here. Hence shortened di[‘still’]ery version. Also, I remember my uncle Willie telling me of the Wilkinson Blades? connection. Forgelands or Fairfield comprises mostly of the farm.

MarieTherese39 489 days ago

Daphne Castle (sadly) no longer exists. It adjoined Fairfield Farm. Marconi’s mother went off to Italy to train as an opera singer, hence encountering & subsequently marrying father to the inventor of the radio.

MarieTherese39 490 days ago 

There’s a small pond at Fairfield farm. The birds from pond flock to & fro, all the time. Behind trees to right, there’s a very old 10 acre forest, which acts as an enclosure to the farm.

MarieTherese39 491 days ago 

Marconi was born near Bologna, the second son of Giuseppe Marconi, an Italian landowner, and his Irish wife, Annie Jameson, daughter of Andrew Jameson of Daphne Castle in the County Wexford, Ireland.

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Monart Spa Reviews and Photos, Enniscorthy, Ireland – TripAdvisor Enniscorthy – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Guglielmo Marconi‘s mother was Annie Jameson, the grand-daughter of the founder of Jameson’s Distillery. The location of the distillery, about two miles outside Enniscorthy is today known locally as “The Still”.

These particular images by Tomek Bialek of Monart Spa are so utterly stunning.

The Annie Jameson-Marconi Story

IN HIGHGATE Cemetery in London rests the remains of an Enniscorthy lady whose inspirational influence on the discovery of wireless telegraphy, though internationally known, has rarely been given the acclaim it deserves.

The Enniscorthy connection with Marconi is well-known and is an important link with world history, but in this week’s column, we focus solely on the maternal Enniscorthy influence, that of his mother.

She was, of course, Annie Fenwick Jameson Marconi, whose son, Guglielmo Marconi, born in Italy of a clandestine romance which bears the hallmarks of intrigue and melodrama, revealing also some of the strict conventions of the 19th-century Victorian era, pioneered one of the greatest achievements in the social history of the world.

I second contents in article which states that there is nothing in the area to mark the passing of Annie Fenwick Jameson Marconi. Or Marconi for that matter. I think it’s absolutely disgraceful of Enniscorthy Co Council to ignore its past people with such monumental history. Daphne Castle was adjoining Fairfield on parts of land on opposite side of the road. I heard from neighbours a long time ago that the castle’s stonework was illicittly carted off to Galway or somewhere like that and used to build a cathedral.

Map for the still enniscorthy co. wexford

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Wexford is one of the most friendliest Counties in Ireland. This is as a result of its history and location. It has the largest Ferry and Shipping port in Southern Ireland and as a result locals are no strangers to visitors. Enniscorthy is nestled in the heart of this wonderful County with its rolling hills and dales. It has some specacular views and these are located from the north to the south of this long land. In the north west of the County bordering Carnew, Wicklow and Ferns, Wexford I’d recommend Sliabh Buí (Yellow Hill) then across to Bunclody and the Blackstairs Mountains and in particular Mt. Leinster, which is easily accessible by auto-mobile. Back down to Enniscorthy and Vinegar Hill and travelling south to Forth Mountain and Carrig-Byrne. The southern coastline is worth a visit and in particular Nowth Head, Kilmore quay and Ballyhack. Lovely seafood restaurants are scattered around the coast with fresh catch a speciality.

My favourite little unspoilt gems were Doyle’s Pub ‘The Still’ only a walk from the Monart Spa Hotel. Sit and read a book among the Swans, Ducks and pleasant ripple of the steam. A short trip up the road and you’ll find another quaint local pub known as ‘The Hollow’ (or ‘De Halla). Summer evening are the best time for these visits are the owners could be out on the land during the day. Written Jul 27, 2010

This is another photo of the Still looking out from Doyle’s Pub. There is a house directly opposite Fairfield farm. It has a half acre of land attached to it. It adjoins land belonging to Fairfield as it was once part of the farm. It was common practice in olden days for land to be compulsory taken off farmers by local authorities, if they so needed same to build houses for people. The latter were known as labourers cottages. I know that there were two brothers called White who lived in the house. I also see the name White in the census form above for 1901. I must look at it later on in more detail.  A 1/4 acre of land was also handed over. It would be facing this house, (which is now owned by a lovely family). I think the family were called Murphy/Morrissey? The one-storied houses got an acre of land, whilst the two-storied houses got a half acre. I’m not sure as to why that happened. I was told that my mother gave a beautiful Christening gown to the family. It’s a story that I won’t elaborate on here. Fairfield Farm has two fields and a bit more sandwiched between this house and the once famous Daphne Castle. When one meanders into the centre of the fields there is such a glorious view to be had of Enniscorthy. It’s like being in another world it is that beautiful. There will always be good fertile land found where planter Protestants settled. This was told to me in good faith by an auctioneer, who should know what he was talking about.

Just read that Monart Spa has won best spa in Ireland three times in a row. It has also been recognised as the second and third best spa in the world. Great achievement for Liam Griffin and group.

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The Dodder Donnybrook Dublin May 2012

Dodder Donnybrook Dublin tributary

When I filmed this yesterday afternoon on one side of the Dodder some people appeared out of nowhere into my camera space. I was hugely surprised, as I thought it was a completely blocked off un-inhabitable area given the waterfall and huge rocks. I was so curious. I made sure to investigate and hopefully get some close-up footage.

Dodder Donnybrook Dublin tributary

Dodder Donnybrook Dublin tributary 28th May 2012

Surprise! Surprise! That I did get eventually. It can be seen in last post. The contrast of the film from two opposite divides is amazing. The two different angles created their own story. It was ‘a little piece of heaven’, as my old friend Joan Doyle-Ryan would say. This picture shows the still pond that was directly feeding water into the Dodder by way of the waterfall.

The film is presently a bit distorted? Perhaps it needs time to settle into WordPress. It’s perfectly okay in YouTube.

As I was filming, one of the chaps’ seated on the massive slab of rock, pointed his finger into the water. (I’d only found that out later when I saw the film. However, it’s rather ironic regarding the genesis and aftermath of that particular action at the Dodder. The raison d’être: I went over to where the trio were after I discovered the way. I filmed and then asked the trio if it was okay to credit them as they were in the footage. One of them kindly thanked me for asking, but smiled and said that they’d rather not give their names. I told them that there was no need to worry, as they will only be in it for a few seconds. They didn’t seem to mind.

The chap seated on the slab then said that they’d just seen a big trout. I asked how big? I then proceeded to tell them that I was at St. Stephen’s Green the day before and saw a very young pike and a lot of roaches and too many sea-gulls. I went on to say that there was a heron lording over the pond waiting to pounce on the wee roaches, and also slyly lurking about at the waters edge was a young pike waiting patiently like a stalker to snatch a roach or two. They thought it was very funny. I pointed out all the freedom they would have if they knew about this hideout. I told them that the sea-gulls have invaded the pond because of the illegal fishing practices out at sea and were sadly eating the very young ducks. It was also disgraceful the way people who think they’re being kind throw white bread to them. It can’t be good for their digestive systems.

It was upon learning about the trout that I pieced together the hand that was pointing in the water direction in the film. In other words had I never ventured across to where the trio were I could have only assumed that the chap seated on the slab was pointing at a fish. I would not have known it was a trout. It is surreal how it panned out that way.

I must find out where I can do a professional recording of this song and use it for my own amateur videos. It’s so simple to sing. I always got terrific feedback whenever I sang this song in public. Christine Buckley offered to get me professional singing lessons years ago, from the famous Veronica Dunne. I turned down the offer, as too with ballet, it’s really a young persons game.

Dodder Donnybrook Dublin Tributary May 2012

I found this very intriguing spot not too far from where I reside in Donnybrook. It is a little peace of natural Heaven that is hidden away. It is also a tributary source of water that flows into the Dodder. I was on the far side of the main road filming for ages. I then suddenly spotted three people arrive on the waterfall scene that I’d been honing in on from afar. I just knew then that I had to have a piece of the close-up action. As the camera I have would be useless for professional photography. It’s not bigger than a hand-held mobile phone, so obviously doesn’t have appropriative lens to film at long distances that was required for the job to hand. I was trying to make the best of a bad job. I knew that it was impossible to get close -up images that were needed. I was clueless as to know how to get there. So I took a stroll over the other side via the footbridge and low and behold I kept walking and about five minutes later I saw this very dark narrow gap surrounded by even darker woods and thought if I ventured down there that I might just have a spot of luck. It was too not long afterwards that I could hear the flowing of maddening water and was thrilled to bits. I’d landed on something so interesting. I climbed over the cliff-style walls and started timing what you see here. I told the people that you see here that I was putting it up on YouTube. They didn’t mind, but said it would be better if they did not give their names. So sorry lads for reigning in on your parade. They looked like they were doing business. They pointed out to me that I’d just missed seeing the trout. I then told them about the young pike and the tiny roaches that were in St. Stephen’s Green. It has just donned on me that this would be a real hideaway for photos for fashion magazines.

Nearby Dodder footbridge Donnybrook Dublin 28th May 2012

Nearby Dodder footbridge Donnybrook Dublin 28th May 2012

This is a photo of the Dodder, which is just beside the footbridge where I took lots of videos over the past week.

The Dodder Donnybrook May 2012

I took this film footage at the Dodder in Donnybrook on Saturday afternoon. I found upon playing it that it was really relaxing and refreshing. I think the green leaves springing out of the wall of the bank adds a little extra colour. As I was viewing it a lot of memories from my childhood at St. Joseph’s holiday home in Rathdrum, Co Wicklow came to the fore. There was a special leafy stony area within the confines of the home where the children played. There were all sorts of nooks and crannies there. It was a little alley-way nearby the oratory that was covered in dead leaves and stones. I think there could have been an old haggard there as well. I really liked getting lost down there on my own. I’m always on my own. There was no pressure, no human beings to worry about, just mother nature to soak up and enjoy. I get this kind of joy when I go to wooded areas as well. The only place I felt at peace in my childhood was at this holiday home, not because of the staff, but because of the freedom that was experienced when we were let outdoors to play in the area of the holiday home. We were not allowed outside the gates, but it did not matter as we could get a view of the outside world as the walls made sure of that. I would have thrived far better in a country industrial school than I did at the enclosed Goldenbridge prison like camp where we were virtually locked away behind a prison wall.

St. Stephen’s Green Dublin: Pike Heron and Roaches May 2012

I watched a young pike and some roaches for a long while at St. Stephen’s Green. There were also a lot of very interested onlookers who were fascinated at the size of the very young fish – which was huge in comparison to the tiny roaches.There was a heron sitting on a rock way out into the distance; and only waiting eagerly with prying eyes to catch a roach or two. It appeared to be lording over the whole pond and pounced on would-be-prey a lot of times before it finally got what it wanted. The young pike near the waters-edge where I was situated was also trying desperately to camouflage itself amongst all the evergreen algae. It too was waiting patiently to pounce on the roaches who were swimming right in its midst. Alas, the pike was getting a raw deal trying to keep a low profile, as some young boys eagerly wanting to see the enormity of the young pike, kept throwing bread and sticks at it in order to shift it from its safety patch. Typical behaviour of young boys in their pursuit of knowledge. Methought: beat the bejasus out of the curiosity piece in sight to satisfy their own selfish boyish immature egos. The herd mentality cancelled out any empathetic behaviour. The need to know all about the pike caused it to suffer because of the innumerable lads flinging branch sticks from the nearby tree. The thoughtless behaviour seemed so at variance with the wonderment they exuded in wanting a glimpse of the fish. The onlookers, including small children were all so mesmerised with the pike who stood out because of its height. A young man waited patiently for a very long time with a professional camera so as to hopefully get snapshots of the pike as he hoped would pounce on the roaches. Alas -or maybe not for the roaches – because of said commotion with the boys, the pike and the roaches had to scarper. The roaches who were grouped together suddenly swam off frantically, so perhaps without their thinking, the boys may have saved their lives for yet another day. As begob that pike was well hidden amongst the algae and it would have been sooner rather than later that it got its wish just like the heron who wag getting all the luck. Everybody was watching what everybody else was doing and waiting only to pounce and gobble them all up. Sounds familiar! I gobbled all this footage. I hope viewers like it. It was very fruitful seeing nature at play at St. Stephen’s Green on a gorgeous May late afternoon.

Donnybrook Perennials Dublin May 2012

Well, what can I say about these communal garden perennials. They’re so lovely. I don’t know the name of them at all.

Here are some more where they came from, again I’m ignorant of the names. Just look at the colours. They’re so amazing.

I’ve not yet started. I think I took pictures of flowers like this in Rathmines before that were growing in the crevice of a wall.

I love this colour

Gems: St. Stephen’s Green May 2012

I think this is a gem of a photo, even if I took it myself. Do you ever notice that when you are least expecting a good shot and just take one on the spur of the moment, without ever thinking that you might end up with something that you really like? Well, this is one of those where I’m concerned. There is so much privacy here. The tree and the seated/sunbather folk are all facing in the opposite direction. Everything is happening in the top half of the picture. The bottom half of the photo is completely bare.

This photo of Zoe-Boey and Emily is another one that was taken on the spur of the moment and it is so beautiful. I hope the grown-ups who will look at this later will agree with me.

I really like this Photo. It reminds me of a picture-post-card of a Constable painting. I like the various blend of brownish yellowish colours in the trees and the pond. The bridge gives it an olde worlde felling to it. The white blobs in the water are puzzling? I wonder if they’re blurbed ducks? As you can see the water is full of algae. Nice one!

Mallards: Dodder Donnybrook Dublin May 2012

I had been watching the mallard and her young one for a long while at the Dodder footbridge. It appeared that the mother was helping her young with skills for leaving the nest. Everywhere the little one went the former was not far behind, just like a mother or minder with a toddler, not all that ready to be left completely alone. Somebody had placed piles of crumbs for the birds on the side of the Dodder wall and the young one had copied the pigeons and flew from the water onto the wall. S/he plonked her/himself right in the middle of the feed and picked at them, then the mother followed suit to watch over. It was a lovely sight to behold. I’ve noticed before on the canal that the mallards go off to solitary parts when they are pregnant and rearing young ones. These two were the only ones to be seen in this solitary part of the river.