Forgelands or Fairfield / Monart Bessmount Enniscorthy Co Wexford Ireland
Helen Doyle. Nellie Doyle R.I.P. X2. The Still. Monageer, Enniscorthy, Co Wexford
Carole, I’ve moved information here, as I don’t have a proper comment section up and running. If you link here you’ll find that the Doyle’s are mentioned in the 1901 census for Fairfield. I’m nearly sure that they’re connected by marriage to Nellie-Doyle, R.I.P., who was mentioned in the last comment here. The reason for saying such, is, that before Nellie- Doyle-Ryan died, a nephew of her long deceased husband was given permission by Nellie to build a row of small houses on the site belonging to the Doyle’s. See white buildings with yellow door adjoining Doyle’s pub here. Not to be confused with Doyle’s who have a farm and pub right next door. The chap who resides – as well as running a timber business at the back of the new houses – is called Laurence Doyle. Coincidentally, I noted that there was also a Laurence mentioned in the aforementioned census. It’s worth checking out.
Laurence Doyle, Fairfield, Co. Wexford
Summers is a name I’ve come across in the town of Enniscorthy.
Another piece of information: Fairfield came under the townsland of Davidstown in olden times. Not under St. Aidan’s cathedral in the town of Enniscorthy. I know this from my own relations who’ve lived for hundreds upon hundreds of years at Fairfield. As I said before, there were Foleys from Davidstown, which is approximately three miles away from The Still area.
Centre of Enniscorthy town.
Click on brilliant view of Slaney River, Enniscorthy.
I used spend an awful lot of free time walking along the Slaney with Maura’s dog. The latter had a craft-shop opposite the castle. So it was good exercise for Pooch and me. I adored Maura’s dog. He was the cuddliest thing ever. He always got excited when he saw me entering the shop and would oftentimes get himself tangled up in Maura’s knitting in his impatient desire to go for walkies. Maura is very gifted and created a lot of her own craftwork in the shop, as well as giving music / French and English grinds to students. Her father, a Mayo man, and excellent violin-player (connected to Grace Kelly) – was a teacher in nearby Bunclody.
It was just right beside where hotel was built. See: long thin white line beyond red buildings to right where they meet the Slaney. The line almost meets the red boxed plot of land, which would be in the vicinity of St. John’s where my Kavanagh cousins hailed.
Here’s a close-up view of a part of the walk-way along the Slaney. It’s a delightful place to take exercise while simultaneously soaking up the natural beauty to boot. See: white strip going along the grass verge.
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