Half-hung McNaughton's hiding place - http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/206034
The eighteenth century scandal mainly involved two people. The woman was Miss Ann Knox of Prehen, a townland near Londonderry. Ann was the daughter of Andrew Knox of Prehen House, an influential and well to do gentleman. The man was John McNaughton (MacNaghten), a member of the same social class as Knox. John fell in love with Ann and tried to be near her at all times. Andrew Knox opposed any marriage and both Andrew and Ann were wary of John's constant efforts to maintain contact. McNaughton claimed that they were secretly married. Andrew Knox made great efforts to protect his daughter and eventually, in 1760, set out to transport Ann to Dublin in a coach, protected by armed outriders.McNaughton and several associates concealed themselves in a little road adjoining Burndennett (Bumdenit) Bridge, a short distance from Sandville. They stopped the coach and a short discussion ensued, followed by gunfire. McNaughton fired at the coach occupied by Andrew Knox and his daughter, and Ann died from the bullet. McNaughton fled to the hayloft in Sandville. Armed searchers initially were unable to find him as the local people remained silent. Finally one man pointed to the hiding place and local tradition maintained that he lost that arm in a mill accident. Another story maintains that McNaughton eventually was captured in Antrim. McNaughton was convicted and sentenced to be publicly hanged in an open field at Strabane. He spoke to the crowd, saying he loved his wife and had been kept from her. The rope broke and the crowd shouted for him to fly, but McNaughton declared that he was not going to be known as "half-hanged McNaughton" and advised the hangman to get on with his work. The rope did not break again but his name did live on in legend as "half-hanged McNaughton."
This old building was constructed by the McGlinchy family from County Donegal over 300 years ago and renovations were carried out to it in 1879 and there is an inscribed stone on the gable wall to mark the event
An isolated house on the right hand side of the A5 road about five miles out from Omagh heading to Ballygawley was locally known as 'The Lighthouse'.More at - http://www.pasttimesproject.co.uk/lsl_browse.php?subsite=ll&story=186
This one, at the centre, reads H. Cooke LLD. He studied chemistry, geology, anatomy, and medicine and was awarded an LLB (an honorary degree of Doctor of Laws)He opened the new Trinity Presbyterian Church in Omagh in 1856 - see http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/754121 Orangemen carry his likeness on their banners (though he was no Orangeman), and his statue in Belfast (erected in September 1875) is still a symbol of the Protestantism of the north of Ireland.He is more famously known as "The Black Man"- see http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/432355
Not much remains of this structure as viewed from the Ballynahatty Road Two ground floor corner wall of this structure remain and it had to be partly demolished in 2007 due to it becoming unsafe. This was built on the Huston Estate and was a result of the frequent drinking bouts associated with the fairs held on the townland and people got out of hand after indulging in poteen, a home brewed liquor derived from potatoes and made in illicit stills. A sizeable contingent of constables had to be called in and drunkards were locked up until they sobered. Several did not make it as the strength of the brew varied. It is said that you could either survive, go blind or die. Originally the building was two stories high and had stone walls and a slated roof. The single cell This wasn't a big affair. It was long and narrow, no more than a couple of metres wide, bounded by the interior wall to the right of the entrance door. A bench ran along the long wall and there was a small window with bars was located on the near wall opposite the door.
The smooth plastered part of the wall reminds me where the water tank used to be, on a light-hearted note, as a child I would make little boats out of any material I could find and sail them along the surface. The water was pumped from the lower meadow and stored here. More seriously though, I recollect this is where my late uncle Dennis would bring the sprayer, which was like a timber barrel, with a large crank handle, fixed to the three point linkage on the back of the wee fergie and he would make up a mixture of bluestone and washing soda. He got me to drive the tractor which I loved doing and we went to the fields of potatoes to spray them before the blight destroyed them. Dennis had to keep pumping by hand to force the spray to come out, and there were six sets of double nozzles, three in line top and bottom and they frequently clogged up. For smaller jobs there was a small knap-sack sprayer, which you also had to pump by hand. Above the smooth plastered area, there is the outline of a blocked window, which was part of the former dwelling.see - http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/1058869Note: A fungicide for blight was not discovered until 1882, when it was found that spraying potatoes with a solution of "bluestone" (copper sulphate) prevented the disease from taking hold. I have often wondered why washing soda was added to the bluestone, it was thought that it helped to make the bluestone stick to the plants but real the reason was that bluestone on it's own would burn the potatoes and had to be neutralised, a test needed to be done with blue litmus paper and if it even turned a little red, more of the latter was added. There was a second test recommended after the washing soda was added and that was to get it to turn blue. I don't think this test was done but little book of litmus paper could have been obtained from the chemist for 2d (two old pence) It should be stressed that there is no cure for blight if has already taken hold, and the application of the spray is done when the crops are about 6" high and then about 3 - 4 weeks later. There is a plaque at Sheskin in County Monaghan to commemorate the site where the blight was first identified - see http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/1992880
There is an interesting inscription behind it which reads, "This fountain was erected by the subscription of Sir Hugh Stewart and the inhabitants of Ballygawley in the year of our Lord, Eighteen Hundred and Thirty-Six"It is located at the corner of the courthouse along Main Street, where it joins Church Street-see http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/1024820 The Stewart Family lived here for many years - http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/52361
Heading WSW towards the footbridge over the Drumragh River between Relaghdooey and Gammy - at one time parishioners would have used this route as a short-cut to walk to mass at Drumragh Chapel
It took you over the older bridge decked with timber planks over the river, under the railway bridge and onto Ballynahatty Road at Gammy and directly opposite was the start of Fireagh Road which led to the church. When the roads were first tarred, this route wasn't deemed important enough to upgrade and it was forgotten about.
The locals refer to it as Magherangeeragh Meeting House. This story is well known locally, regarding a minister who performed a marriage there in November 1937, and by mistake wedded the best man to the bride due to a mis-understanding. It was the fault of the best man who stepped out of position and responded for the silent bridegroom. Some locals may have thought that it was the Rev. JH Lyons who preformed the ceremony but the Celebrant and whose signature on the marriage certificate was Rev. William Duncan. Rebecca Cunningham, the bride, and Christopher Craig, the bridegroom, were unknown to the ministers. The bride arrived at the Presbyterian church with Albert Muldoon who was the best man. The church sexton was pressed into service as bridesmaid. While awaiting for the ministers, the party got mixed up, the best man taking the place of the groom. The minister was reported to have asked the best man, "Are you the groom"? and he thought that he was asked, "Are you Muldoon" He made all the responses until the time came for the words I will." - The bride said it for him. Not until the party went to the vestry to sign the register was the mistake learned. The ministers decided the ceremony could be performed over again. Only the difference in names prevented the best man from being legally married to the bride. Rev. Lyons conducted his first marriage ceremony in the church in November 1939 and he may have assisted Rev. Duncan when Rebecca Cunningham and Christopher Craig were married
Boutry Bush, Ballykeel
Ireland is steeped in tales of cures, curses, and wild folklore, much of it hidden in the rural landscape.
While many of these legends are well-documented, one story has almost faded from collective memory, even as it continues to grow quietly on the outskirts of a Tyrone village. A singular, unassuming bush along Ballykeel Road near Plumbridge is said to possess both healing and sinister properties.
Known locally as the 'Boutry Bush', this foreign-looking plant is easy to overlook, yet its reputation in local lore is anything but ordinary.
Local photographer and history enthusiast Kenneth Allen recently revisited the mysterious plant after recognising it during a walk.
"A local showed me the bush along Bradkeel Road," Kenneth explained. "I scanned it using a plant ID app on my phone, and it identified the species as a European Black Elder-berry. I'd heard the name years ago from older country folk, but I wasn't sure of the spelling. After some
digging, I got a reply from a botanist in County Antrim who knew it by the name 'Bourtrey." Further research led Kenneth to references in medieval Gaelic folk-lore. According to the University of Glasgow, 'bourtreebuss' - a variation of elder tree bush - was used in historical texts, often associated with poor-quality land. elder tree was commonly known as the boutry. The elder tree has long been a staple in traditional folk medicine. Its berries were used to make wine, while its leaves, bark, and twigs were believed to hold curative powers. Elder was once prescribed to treat everything from blindness to epilepsy. Leaves gathered on May Eve were thought to heal wounds, and warts could allegedly be removed by rubbing them with a green elder stick and then burning it - symbolically destroying the wart as the stick rotted away. In Denmark, a cure for toothache consisted of placing an elder twig in the mouth and then sticking it in a wall, with the user having to say, 'Depart thou evil spirit!' as part of the cure ritual. However, Kenneth also explained that whilst it may warn off evil spirits (and toothaches!), the bush is believed to have negative religious connotations. "One of the old traditions claims the elder tree was cursed because it was used in the crucifixion of Jesus." he said.
"There's a rhyme that goes:'Bourtree, bourtree, crooked rung, Never straight and never strong; Ever bush and never tree, Since our Lord was nailed to ye.' "However," Kenneth added, some believe planting a boutry bush in your garden can ward off the Devil and even offer cures for certain ailments." In some parts of the British Isles, the elder bush is less-feared. In Scotland, it was second only to the rowan in warding off evil and witchcraft. Elder crosses were hung in barns to protect livestock, and coach drivers carried elder-wood whips to fend off malevolent forces.
There is also a curious belief which claimed that bathing your eyes in elder sap would allow you to see fairies and witches.
The elder tree also plays a role in stories about the legend of Saint Patrick. It's said that his staff, used to banish snakes from Ireland, was
made from boutry wood But the bush also carried warnings: Ancient lore claimed anyone who fell asleep under an elder tree would be plagued by nightmares and awaken in a state of delirium. Many of the Irish superstitions that surround the bush's evil nature surround the combustion of it branches and twigs. In ancient practice, the elder tree was never to be burned. Cutting or burning its branches was said to anger a protective deity known as the 'Elder Mother, Who would seek revenge. Some even claimed that burning the wood would summon the Devil himself. While modern science attributes the ill effects of burning elder to the plant's mild toxicity, such beliefs fed the aura of danger surrounding it. Whether the boutry bush is a source of healing or a harbinger of misfortune, the lore surrounding it continues to blur the line between fact and fable.
Yet along rural backroads and sparse fields, they remain a fascinating force of nature.