<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299</id><updated>2011-12-04T18:57:17.223Z</updated><category term='Banshee'/><category term='Myth'/><category term='Fintan'/><category term='Superstition.'/><category term='Fear Gurtha'/><category term='changelings'/><category term='Pooka'/><category term='Firbolg'/><category term='Fomorians'/><category term='Claddagh'/><category term='Garda'/><category term='Féar Gortha'/><category term='Faeries'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Mythological'/><category term='Modern'/><category term='faeries.'/><category term='Samhain'/><category term='Dullahan.'/><category term='Nemedians'/><category term='Piseog'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Púca'/><category term='Galway.'/><category term='Tuan'/><category term='Superstition'/><category term='Partholanian'/><category term='Jack o&apos;Lantern'/><title type='text'>Ireland Myths, stories &amp; pictures</title><subtitle type='html'>My main hobby is photography, but looking at the history of places I photograph I have picked up some myths and Stories along the way. Some of the people that visit my other site liked the stories as much as the pictures, so I decided to start this. Irish mythological history and stories is unusual as it remains largely unchanged due to its strong oral tradition, it was not corrupted by other languages like latin as we remained free from Roman invasions and we had cultivated the art of writing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-6558424615969001067</id><published>2010-10-17T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:06:35.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Setanta/Cú Chulainn Hero, Champion, Lover, poet and Hurler.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TLtR5l8liAI/AAAAAAAAIS4/ATmoQURJrOo/s1600/009-00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TLtR5l8liAI/AAAAAAAAIS4/ATmoQURJrOo/s320/009-00.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dying&amp;nbsp;Cú Chulainn GPO Dublin.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Cú Chulainn (&lt;i&gt;ku kulan,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;the hound of Chulain) or Setanta was Irelands greatest warrior, often compared to Achilles from Greek Mythology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;There are a few conflicting stories on the birth of Setanta, some say mythical others more scandalous. He was brought up by several men &amp;nbsp;who each trained him in poetry, politics, understanding and how to defend himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Like other kids he was interested in sports and hurling one of our national sports was the popular sport at the time (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMhiLF5B8WM"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;todays hurling star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). As a young boy he went to join in a game with older boys, as he was not invited the others took him on all together and he beat them, easily. The King on his way to Chulainn's Castle saw him playing and invited him back to the castle, Setanta wanted to finish the game and asked if he could follow on. The KIng forgot about his invitation and Chulainn put out his guard dog, the most terrifying hound in Ireland and went to bed for the night. The game went on late and Setanta ran to the castle and when he got there the hound went for him, he did not hesitate and hit the ball straight down the dogs throat, killing him on the spot. He went up to the Chulainn and apologised for killing the hound and vowed to take his place, hence he got his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;At seven as he was been trained as a warrior, on the day his teacher had an important prophecy to announce Cu Chulainn broke every weapon given to him, so the King gave him his own weapons as these were stronger. The prophecy was that the person that the King would give his weapons to would be famous but would die young. He also goes into battle and on his first day kills 3 grown men. Like Achilles in battle he becomes a maniac on the battlefield and when enraged he kills all around him, friends and foes alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;As a youth he is so handsome that the other warriors fear that he will run on with their wives or daughters, so they scour Ireland to find someone beautiful enough to be his wife. They settle upon Emer, but her father is not happy with this situation and suggests that he train first with Scathach the fiercest warrior in Scotland and a woman. &amp;nbsp;His hope is that she will kill him, but of course he is so strong that he thrives under her training. At the end of his training she is about to face battle with her greatest enemy, her sister, fearing the Cu Chulainn in battle she drugs him to make him sleep. But he is so strong he sleeps barely an hour and goes into battle and gets Scathachs sister Aife to face him, he did not kill her but forces a truce between the two and makes Aife bear a son for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Not yet 18 years old he returns to Ireland and single handed storms Emers father&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Forgall's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;castle and kills more than 20 of &amp;nbsp;his best men, takes Emer as his bride and steals her Forgalls treasure. He then defends Ulster from the Army of Connaught, again single handed. He slaughters hundreds and builds walls of their bodies, but when Queen Medbh, the warrior &amp;nbsp;queen, is about to face him she gets her period and has to withdraw from battle. After defeating her army he does not kill her and even protects her retreat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;She later contrives to kill him with others of his enemies, one of them&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Lugaid had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;magical spears designed to kill Kings, one kills the King of the Charioteers, the second kills Cú Chulainns horse the king of horses and the last is the one that mortally wounds him. He refuses to die lying down so he lashed his body to a stone post, though dying his enemies are afraid to approach him. It is only when a raven lands on his shoulder they dare approach him,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Lugaid approachs and as he cut the head of the dying Cú Chulainn ,&amp;nbsp;Cú Chulainn cuts off his right hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;This is the readers digest version of an amazing epic tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-6558424615969001067?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6558424615969001067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=6558424615969001067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/6558424615969001067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/6558424615969001067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2010/10/setantacu-chulainn-hero-champion-lover.html' title='Setanta/Cú Chulainn Hero, Champion, Lover, poet and Hurler.'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TLtR5l8liAI/AAAAAAAAIS4/ATmoQURJrOo/s72-c/009-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-7417835842953917570</id><published>2010-09-22T21:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:59:48.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prostitution in historical Dublin and the lovely Molly Malone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TJpljZkeVtI/AAAAAAAAILQ/qgy7ZQBZpfM/s1600/26072010038-00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TJpljZkeVtI/AAAAAAAAILQ/qgy7ZQBZpfM/s320/26072010038-00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the few parts of our history that gets glossed over when tour guides wax lyrical about Joyce, Yeats and Co. is the fact that the largest redlight area on the then British Isles second city was based in Dublin. The area known as Monto short for Montgomery street was popular with the British soldiers and college students &amp;nbsp;attending Trinity. At its height it had up to 1600 prostitutes and allegedly among its customers was the future King Edward VII who is supposed to have lost his virginity here. It was finally closed in the 1920's after Catholic Legion of Mary ran a campaign to clean up the area, but more likely because there were not as many lonely British soldiers around. The place is remembered in song and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wny_0pi4hR4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"Monto&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/a&gt; is a popular party piece song with many Dubliners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Molly Malone whom song has made famous lived around this time and though her legend seems to have grown that she was hardworking pretty girl selling her wares on the street during the day, to support the family fishmongers, the truth is at that time these street sellers were part time prostitutes selling themselves on the streets at night. Ironic that her statue was placed so close to Trinity College which would have been a large part of her customer base. Her &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdxLxnhGnvo"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;hass been famous all over the world thanks to the popularity of calling Irish bars 'Molly Malone' and the amount of teams that use it as their anthem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-7417835842953917570?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/7417835842953917570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=7417835842953917570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/7417835842953917570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/7417835842953917570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2010/09/prostitution-in-historical-dublin-and.html' title='Prostitution in historical Dublin and the lovely Molly Malone'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TJpljZkeVtI/AAAAAAAAILQ/qgy7ZQBZpfM/s72-c/26072010038-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-2293273159946639637</id><published>2010-09-10T21:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:01:08.896+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstition'/><title type='text'>Fisherman superstition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TIqSblIs5yI/AAAAAAAAIEQ/n4007oaPD7E/s1600/fishing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TIqSblIs5yI/AAAAAAAAIEQ/n4007oaPD7E/s320/fishing.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is bad luck to ask a man on his way to a fishing trip where he is going, in some areas the man would turn around and go home in case an evil spell was put on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I first heard this I wondered how many housewives fed up of their husbands going fishing would ask their husband where he was off too. Or how many neighbours would do it after an argument etc. &lt;b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-2293273159946639637?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/2293273159946639637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=2293273159946639637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/2293273159946639637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/2293273159946639637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-is-bad-luck-to-ask-man-on-his-way-to.html' title='Fisherman superstition'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TIqSblIs5yI/AAAAAAAAIEQ/n4007oaPD7E/s72-c/fishing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-5065386933458715462</id><published>2010-07-08T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:43:57.911+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Newly married superstition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TDY1kWGYAfI/AAAAAAAAH5I/JTafrdcwm3M/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TDY1kWGYAfI/AAAAAAAAH5I/JTafrdcwm3M/s200/images.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In some parts of the country it was custom for a couple to walk through the front door of their house together after getting married, because it was thought that the last one through the door would be the first to die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After getting married I carried my wife over the threshold, but just in case I went in backwards :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-5065386933458715462?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/5065386933458715462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=5065386933458715462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/5065386933458715462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/5065386933458715462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2010/07/newly-married-superstition.html' title='Newly married superstition'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TDY1kWGYAfI/AAAAAAAAH5I/JTafrdcwm3M/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-9101515203733189339</id><published>2010-06-27T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:10:46.486+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garda'/><title type='text'>The most wanted man in Ireland Prawo Jazdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 2007 a Polish man with the name of Prawo Jazdy was one of the most wanted men in Ireland, he was wanted for a string of driving offences all over the country. Yet he always seemed to stay one step ahead of the Gardai and had given over 50 different address's and his appearance seemed to change too with each new offence. But not only did he avoid conviction, he did not exist. A Garda that was consulting a English/Polish dictionary saw that the Polish for driving licence was 'Prawo Jazdy' sent out an urgent memo. This got leaked to the press eventually and the Garda for their efforts were the "proud" recipients of an Ignobile award for which they failed to collect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TCevEXxvLnI/AAAAAAAAH4w/2_Aj4EzdBtI/s1600/Prawo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TCevEXxvLnI/AAAAAAAAH4w/2_Aj4EzdBtI/s320/Prawo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-9101515203733189339?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/9101515203733189339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=9101515203733189339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/9101515203733189339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/9101515203733189339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2010/06/most-wanted-man-in-ireland-prawo-jazdy.html' title='The most wanted man in Ireland Prawo Jazdy'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/TCevEXxvLnI/AAAAAAAAH4w/2_Aj4EzdBtI/s72-c/Prawo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-1090032770951005829</id><published>2010-03-21T13:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:41:26.765Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modern'/><title type='text'>Freud and the Irish and some other modern Myths and stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When U2 were playing a gig Bono got the crowd to slowly clap after a moment he said "everytime I clap my hands a child in Africa dies from hunger", in the silence one guy shouts back "Stop f#cking clapping your hands then", this funny as it may seem is an urban legend. What is true and ironic is that Bono is a tax exile from Ireland, with all his work on global responsibility to poorer countries, he pays very little tax at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There is a belief that Irish people cannot be cured using analytic methods of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;psychiatry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever" &amp;nbsp;is what Sigmund Freud actually said about the Irish.&amp;nbsp;Freud claimed that the Irish had no rational thought processes that could be analytically studied, I do not know what size of a group he studied to come to this conclusion or if it was from observing people in an Irish Bar but luckily there is nothing in the water or the Guinness that makes us any different to all other races genetically. But we love the quote and what other way can we explain the madness of being Irish :-).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Last one is a Titanic myth, the Titanic was built in Belfast where there has always been tensions between the Prodestants and the Catholics. The story goes that the hull welded onto the Titanic by a Prodestant was&amp;nbsp;3909 04 or when viewed in a mirror is 'NO POPE' , for this reason the ship was sunk. This of course is false the actual &amp;nbsp;number was 401.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;BTW we may be a bit mad as a race, but we do put the fun in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;dysfunctional!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-1090032770951005829?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/1090032770951005829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=1090032770951005829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/1090032770951005829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/1090032770951005829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2010/03/freud-and-irish-and-some-other-modern.html' title='Freud and the Irish and some other modern Myths and stories'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-8528824270372598224</id><published>2010-03-03T20:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:05:43.925Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nemedians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firbolg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fomorians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythological'/><title type='text'>Nemedians the next wave of Mythological people to Ireland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Nemedians were the next people to arrive in Ireland, they arrived a few years after the sad demise of the Partholanians. They were descended from Nemed a Greek King and landed in the north east after getting lost wandering the seas for a year and a half. The fleet sailed with fortyfour ships and a thousand people, but only one of the ships survived to make the journey landing with only about thirty people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They started to repopulate the countryside until they ran into the Fomorians, in the beginning the Nemedians won the major battles and kept their freedom. But they too were struck down with disease like the Partholians, with their numbers ravaged, the Fomorians easily seized control and were a cruel master. The Fomorians exacted huge taxes on their subjects, they required two thirds of their wheat, milk and children! This was to be paid each Samhain, this went on until the Nemedians population grew and they led a revolt on the Fomorian stronghold of Tory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They were victorious for a time, especially after an intense battle off the coast of Ireland, in what is known today as Bloody Foreland (Not because of the battle as some would have us believe, but because of the landscape at dawn and sunset. The Nemedians had even captured parts of the castle on the Island of Tory the Fomorian stronghold. This was until the Fomorians received reinforcements and the Nemedians were all but wiped out in a massacre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were only a small number &amp;nbsp;that survived, less than one hundred these fled landing in Scotland, England and Europe, one group went as far as Greece where they were enslaved, these would later grow in number and return to Ireland as the Firbolg nearly 300 years later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bloody Foreland daybreak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S47AwQLmknI/AAAAAAAAHRw/Bxl3srcwCSc/s1600-h/SNV83670+(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S47AwQLmknI/AAAAAAAAHRw/Bxl3srcwCSc/s400/SNV83670+(1).JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-8528824270372598224?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8528824270372598224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=8528824270372598224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/8528824270372598224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/8528824270372598224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2010/03/nemedians-next-wave-of-mythological.html' title='Nemedians the next wave of Mythological people to Ireland'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S47AwQLmknI/AAAAAAAAHRw/Bxl3srcwCSc/s72-c/SNV83670+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-4407179509563979347</id><published>2010-03-03T06:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T06:46:55.529Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piseog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstition'/><title type='text'>Piseogs the madness of being Irish, contd,  babys fingernail superstition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S44FZnxCofI/AAAAAAAAHRQ/r-d8U-4PGq0/s1600-h/images+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S44FZnxCofI/AAAAAAAAHRQ/r-d8U-4PGq0/s200/images+(1).jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is considered bad luck to cut the fingernails of a baby until the child is at least one year old. If you do the child will turn out to be a thief!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-4407179509563979347?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4407179509563979347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=4407179509563979347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/4407179509563979347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/4407179509563979347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2010/03/piseogs-madness-of-being-irish-contd.html' title='Piseogs the madness of being Irish, contd,  babys fingernail superstition.'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S44FZnxCofI/AAAAAAAAHRQ/r-d8U-4PGq0/s72-c/images+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-6937313064716515454</id><published>2010-02-27T01:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:23:16.240Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galway.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claddagh'/><title type='text'>Claddagh Ring, Symbol of love and friendship and wearing of the ring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Let love and friendship reign forever"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S4hsZtUKu7I/AAAAAAAAHBg/VkqFiqNCeGA/s1600-h/4337945913_7e72784cdc_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S4hsZtUKu7I/AAAAAAAAHBg/VkqFiqNCeGA/s400/4337945913_7e72784cdc_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The Claddagh Ring is associated with the Claddagh fishing village Galway City. Though at the time of its origins the Claddagh was a fishing village on the outskirts of the city in the 17th Century. The ring symbolises love (heart), Friendship (hands) and Loyalty (crown), they were precious heirlooms in the Claddagh and passed from generation to generation. They grew in popularity in America and worldwide when people immigrated in the late 1800's after the famine and the tradition of passing on the ring became popular amongst other Irish outside of Galwegians. There is a similar design in Dublin called the fenian ring designed much later but with no crown, to show that they were not loyal to the King of England, but these never were as popular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is considered unlucky for a girl to buy her own Claddagh ring, she will remain single if she does! There is also a certain way it has to be worn, with the obvious wearing it on the left hand if worn as a wedding band. But it the wearer is not married it must be worn on her right hand, if her heart is taken she must wear the ring with the point of the heart facing inwards towards her hand, if she her heart is not taken then it points out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Picture was taken by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/85057042@N00/"&gt;findabair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-6937313064716515454?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6937313064716515454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=6937313064716515454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/6937313064716515454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/6937313064716515454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2010/02/claddagh-ring-symbol-of-love-and.html' title='Claddagh Ring, Symbol of love and friendship and wearing of the ring.'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S4hsZtUKu7I/AAAAAAAAHBg/VkqFiqNCeGA/s72-c/4337945913_7e72784cdc_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-860713304792532925</id><published>2010-02-21T20:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:01:26.008Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piseog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstition'/><title type='text'>Piseogs the madness of being Irish, contd, weird toothache superstitions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S4GXHqzKqPI/AAAAAAAAG7I/Y_bbMhC5Hew/s1600-h/baby_shaving-11987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S4GXHqzKqPI/AAAAAAAAG7I/Y_bbMhC5Hew/s200/baby_shaving-11987.jpg" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you shave on a Sunday morning its bad luck as it encourages toothache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;But this could be counteracted by carrying the jawbone of a Haddock in your pocket for the day! I wonder how they figured this one out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S4GXIZhf1WI/AAAAAAAAG7Q/vF9Nl8RZpr0/s1600-h/lr000531.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S4GXIZhf1WI/AAAAAAAAG7Q/vF9Nl8RZpr0/s320/lr000531.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-860713304792532925?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/860713304792532925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=860713304792532925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/860713304792532925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/860713304792532925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2010/02/piseogs-madness-of-being-irish-contd_21.html' title='Piseogs the madness of being Irish, contd, weird toothache superstitions.'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S4GXHqzKqPI/AAAAAAAAG7I/Y_bbMhC5Hew/s72-c/baby_shaving-11987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-1050820815394360068</id><published>2010-02-18T11:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:01:54.510Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piseog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstition'/><title type='text'>Piseogs the madness of being Irish, contd, some Lamb superstitions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Its good luck to see a lamb with sunlight on its face early in the morning, especially if going on a journey. It is bad luck for a farmer if the first lamb born in the spring is black, it means that there will be a death in the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S30kO3OtMtI/AAAAAAAAG6Q/NuEwDhGy-ek/s1600-h/129077152483382143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S30kO3OtMtI/AAAAAAAAG6Q/NuEwDhGy-ek/s400/129077152483382143.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-1050820815394360068?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/1050820815394360068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=1050820815394360068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/1050820815394360068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/1050820815394360068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2010/02/piseogs-madness-of-being-irish-contd.html' title='Piseogs the madness of being Irish, contd, some Lamb superstitions.'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S30kO3OtMtI/AAAAAAAAG6Q/NuEwDhGy-ek/s72-c/129077152483382143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-8798107604632621472</id><published>2010-02-09T23:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:18:38.576Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piseog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstition'/><title type='text'>Piseogs the madness of being Irish, Calendar Superstition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;This one is for those that like collecting calendars and getting them as presents at Xmas, I know &lt;a href="http://leishacamden.blogspot.com/"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; that this relates to, it is bad luck to open a new calendar before the old year is out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S3HtE1wlhJI/AAAAAAAAGyg/R70Di-QNzuU/s1600-h/2009-02-02.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S1D4AhiL8kI/AAAAAAAAGYc/yZuhPmejVPc/s1600-h/Bath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S1D4AhiL8kI/AAAAAAAAGYc/yZuhPmejVPc/s320/Bath.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is considered unlucky to have a bath on New Years day, if you do, you will wash a friend away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do with the fact, you had a skinfull the night before and said or did something you shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-6355725192709017422?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6355725192709017422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=6355725192709017422&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/6355725192709017422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/6355725192709017422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2010/01/piseogs-madness-of-being-irish-bathing.html' title='Piseogs the madness of being Irish, Bathing Superstition 1'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S1D4AhiL8kI/AAAAAAAAGYc/yZuhPmejVPc/s72-c/Bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-2103484561385986587</id><published>2010-01-14T00:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:14:35.370Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piseog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstition'/><title type='text'>Piseogs the madness of being Irish, Churning Superstition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S05foXGdI8I/AAAAAAAAGW0/3fZJlIR50_E/s1600-h/Churn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S05foXGdI8I/AAAAAAAAGW0/3fZJlIR50_E/s200/Churn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you happen to be churning butter and a visitor calls to the house, they have to help out with the churning. Otherwise the butter will spoil and its bad luck to the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Clever stroke whoever came up with that one, a great excuse to get out of churning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-2103484561385986587?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/2103484561385986587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=2103484561385986587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/2103484561385986587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/2103484561385986587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2010/01/piseogs-madness-of-being-irish-churning.html' title='Piseogs the madness of being Irish, Churning Superstition.'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S05foXGdI8I/AAAAAAAAGW0/3fZJlIR50_E/s72-c/Churn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-4902318474805783840</id><published>2010-01-12T23:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:23:24.513Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piseog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstition.'/><title type='text'>Piseogs the madness of being Irish, Superstitions</title><content type='html'>A Piseog is a superstition, I am going to print a few every week there are hundreds, if you were to follow these nothing would ever be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a gem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S00ECPtM4yI/AAAAAAAAGWc/ofYupBjqGMg/s1600-h/sheep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S00ECPtM4yI/AAAAAAAAGWc/ofYupBjqGMg/s200/sheep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana, sans-serif, helvetica;"&gt;It was unlucky to knit at night until you were certain the sheep were asleep"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana, sans-serif, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I wonder who's job it was to go out and check that the sheep were asleep, what if the sheep were only pretending to be asleep or if they woke up : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-4902318474805783840?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4902318474805783840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=4902318474805783840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/4902318474805783840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/4902318474805783840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2010/01/piseogs-madness-of-being-irish.html' title='Piseogs the madness of being Irish, Superstitions'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/S00ECPtM4yI/AAAAAAAAGWc/ofYupBjqGMg/s72-c/sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-8728781898482827351</id><published>2009-12-31T17:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:45:36.155Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myth'/><title type='text'>Full Moon Superstitions Ireland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/Szzd_-4XsZI/AAAAAAAAGJs/54_RXD4Mo0Y/s1600-h/2007_091610012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/Szzd_-4XsZI/AAAAAAAAGJs/54_RXD4Mo0Y/s320/2007_091610012.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a few myths and superstitions regarding the full moon in Ireland. One of the most unusual is that Irish people did not see a mans face or a crab on the moon, but they saw a Hare, a Hare carrying an egg. To see the hare turn your head to the left and use your imagination to see the two ears at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was considered lucky to see the full moon over your right shoulder and it was bad luck to see it over your left. It is also considered lucky to get a haircut on a full moon, better luck still to get it cut in the light of the full moon. But the worst luck of all was the for light of the full moon to land on your face as you slept, as you would not see the year out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another superstition was for people to go outside an look at the full moon reflected through a mirror, if you stared long and hard enough then you would see someone that will be connected with your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Celtic Goddess of the moon was Rhiannon she was a beautiful woman who rode a white horse through the sky's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-8728781898482827351?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8728781898482827351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=8728781898482827351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/8728781898482827351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/8728781898482827351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2009/12/full-moon-superstitions-ireland.html' title='Full Moon Superstitions Ireland'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/Szzd_-4XsZI/AAAAAAAAGJs/54_RXD4Mo0Y/s72-c/2007_091610012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-5177978355839020434</id><published>2009-12-26T13:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:08:18.069Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstition'/><title type='text'>Itchy noses, ears, elbows and itchy palms, Irish superstitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;T&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;here is an a lot of strange superstitions in Ireland, one is itchy noses, if your nose gets itchy it is a sure sign that &amp;nbsp;you are going to have an argument with someone. If you don't want to argue with someone, to counteract the itchy nose you have to gently punch them and then shake hands with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you get a burning itch on your right earlobe then someone is saying something nasty about you. If your left earlobe is itchy then someone is saying something nice about you. If you want to shut the person that is being nasty to you behind your back then lick your thumb and for finger and rub your earlobe with them, it will make them bite their tongue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you Elbow gets itchy then you will be sleeping in a different bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lastly itchy Palms, if your right hand is itchy then you are going have to pay out money that day, alas there is nothing to counteract this. If you left palm is itchy then you are going to get some money, but you will only get this money if spit in your palm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-5177978355839020434?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/5177978355839020434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=5177978355839020434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/5177978355839020434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/5177978355839020434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2009/12/itchy-noses-ears-elbows-and-itchy-palms.html' title='Itchy noses, ears, elbows and itchy palms, Irish superstitions'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-8871653695575281661</id><published>2009-12-05T13:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:05:17.139Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstition'/><title type='text'>Moving house superstition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SxpXG1kQVMI/AAAAAAAAF2E/FnjQrOdGcxg/s1600-h/P311009_12.32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SxpXG1kQVMI/AAAAAAAAF2E/FnjQrOdGcxg/s320/P311009_12.32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a tradition in the west of Ireland of moving house only on a Friday, it is considered very unlucky to move into a house on any other day. I know of situations where someone who has bought a house, and only gets the keys on a Saturday will wait until the next Friday to move. Obviously Friday the 13th is not a good day to move in either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also it if you are building a new house you are only supposed to break ground on a Friday and in the foundation of the building of the building some money must be buried to make sure that the owners will never run out of money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I moved house last weekend and even though I am not a superstitious person I followed tradition and moved in on a Friday. The picture is not my home but was part of the apartments I lived before my move. These were old horse stables that were restored and turned into apartments, none of the stonework was altered and the front doors to the apartments were about 1.6m or 5.5 feet, which meant that you would bang your head if you were not careful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-8871653695575281661?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8871653695575281661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=8871653695575281661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/8871653695575281661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/8871653695575281661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2009/12/moving-house-superstition.html' title='Moving house superstition.'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SxpXG1kQVMI/AAAAAAAAF2E/FnjQrOdGcxg/s72-c/P311009_12.32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-3539210949356347642</id><published>2009-12-02T23:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:17:27.722Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banshee'/><title type='text'>The Banshee, the harbinger of death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SxbwGwY_ceI/AAAAAAAAF0U/riMWk-rdy-0/s1600-h/SNV80951-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SxbwGwY_ceI/AAAAAAAAF0U/riMWk-rdy-0/s200/SNV80951-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Banshee from the &amp;nbsp;Irish, Bean (woman, pronounced ban) Sidhe (faerie,), &amp;nbsp;is &amp;nbsp;an ancient spirit who is said to foretell the death of certain Irish families, the O'Neills, O'Briens, O'Connors, O'Gradys and the Kavanaghs, through intermarriage the list of families has been greatly extended over the centuries. She can take many forms from that of a beautiful woman to a withered old hag and can be seen wearing a cloak or rotted funereal clothing. She is sometimes compared to the Morrigan the Goddess of death and war, as she can sometimes be seen washing the blood from the the armour of those about to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mostly she is not seen but rather heard, her keening warning a family that someone is about to die. This keening takes different forms, from beautiful faerie singing to a piercing mournful wailing that is carried on the wind. In different parts of the country the Banshee can appear in different locations from a bridge or the cover of a wooded area. In my part of Galway I was told that the Banshee appears on a bridge when someone from the village is about to die.&amp;nbsp;Before the death of someone of greatness, it has been writen that several Banshees often gather together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SxbzbhikCqI/AAAAAAAAF0c/jByKmAbFvlM/s1600-h/SNV81990-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SxbzbhikCqI/AAAAAAAAF0c/jByKmAbFvlM/s400/SNV81990-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-3539210949356347642?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/3539210949356347642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=3539210949356347642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/3539210949356347642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/3539210949356347642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2009/12/banshee-harbinger-of-death.html' title='The Banshee, the harbinger of death'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SxbwGwY_ceI/AAAAAAAAF0U/riMWk-rdy-0/s72-c/SNV80951-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-4600717400792381345</id><published>2009-11-18T22:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:24:33.817Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pooka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Púca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faeries.'/><title type='text'>The Púca or Pooka / Puka / Phouka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SwRfxu3d1oI/AAAAAAAAFkc/wVMAtRgRm5s/s1600/Image044-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SwRfxu3d1oI/AAAAAAAAFkc/wVMAtRgRm5s/s400/Image044-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Púca are one of the most feared and mischievous of all the faeries in Ireland. It is a changeling who appears in many guises, the most comman a sleek black horse with amber eyes. With this form it can cover huge areas of land as it charges through the countryside in the dark of night breaking fences scattering and scaring farm animals and trampling crops. It can also take the form of a huge Eagle, a giant hairy Bogeyman or a large hairy goat. Sometimes it takes the form of like that of some of the smaller faeries, from all accounts similar to a deformed hobbit like creature. In any of these forms the Púca  can speak with humans, think Mr Ed the talking horse...but evil.&lt;br /&gt;If there are any late night travelers on the road the Púca picks them up as it thunders down the road and and throws them into drains and into bogs. Just by looking at Chickens he can stop them laying eggs and stop cows from giving milk. It has the power of speech and will often call to peoples houses before it starts its nightly runs to demand company, if denied he will destroy all your property. Sometimes they are not evil a Púca will sometimes come to the aid of people and other times have come to their aid to warn them of something that might befall them.&lt;br /&gt;The only time that a mortal has been able to ride one of them and tame it was the the High King of Ireland Brian Boru. He got the Púca to agree never to attack a mortal, unless they were drunk and on evil business. This did not last for many years and they still roam the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-4600717400792381345?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4600717400792381345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=4600717400792381345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/4600717400792381345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/4600717400792381345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2009/11/puca-or-pooka-puka-phouka.html' title='The Púca or Pooka / Puka / Phouka'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SwRfxu3d1oI/AAAAAAAAFkc/wVMAtRgRm5s/s72-c/Image044-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-1374981738486062809</id><published>2009-11-15T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:46:42.850Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Féar Gortha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear Gurtha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faeries'/><title type='text'>Féar Gortha or Hungry Grass and Fear Gurtha or Hungry man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SwCRf6J7UrI/AAAAAAAAFgw/3hZKd_tErFs/s1600-h/SNV82946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SwCRf6J7UrI/AAAAAAAAFgw/3hZKd_tErFs/s400/SNV82946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Féar Gortha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (fear gur-tha) or Hungry Grass origans can be traced back to the Irish famine, its a &amp;nbsp;patch of cursed grass that make a person hungry once they cross it. Oral traditions say that these patches of ground were created when a famine victim died on that spot. but it was only the victims that did not recieve absolution before they died, then faeries then plant the hungry grass on this spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It is not just that it makes you hungry as you step on it, but if you did not get something to eat immediately you could drop dead on the spot and it doesn't make a difference if you had just eaten a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Then there is the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear Gurtha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (far Gur tha) the Hungry man, he travels the road with the disguise of a tramp with rags for clothing begging for alms. If you were kind and gave him alms then you will be lucky for the rest of your life. On the otherhand if you ignored him, you were guaranteed to suffer some disaster and would spend the rest of your life in poverty and hunger. There is a tradition when eating outside in certain parts of the country of sprinkling crumbs on the grass after eating, to show the faeries that you are not a mean person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So when a sign says &lt;i&gt;Keep of the Grass&lt;/i&gt;, there might be a reason in Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-1374981738486062809?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/1374981738486062809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=1374981738486062809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/1374981738486062809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/1374981738486062809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2009/11/fear-gortha-or-hungry-grass-and-fear.html' title='Féar Gortha or Hungry Grass and Fear Gurtha or Hungry man.'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SwCRf6J7UrI/AAAAAAAAFgw/3hZKd_tErFs/s72-c/SNV82946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-8928296788995897081</id><published>2009-11-15T01:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:02:48.191Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dullahan.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faeries'/><title type='text'>Dullahan, the Faerie Headless horseman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/Sv9Q9HDYRuI/AAAAAAAAFeo/1TVNCWuxFh0/s1600-h/SNV81260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/Sv9Q9HDYRuI/AAAAAAAAFeo/1TVNCWuxFh0/s320/SNV81260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Dullahan is one of the most terrifying of Irish faerie creatures, a headless cloaked man riding his large black steed at night, using a human spine as a whip to urge his horse along the road. He holds his slightly rotten glowing head in his hand and can see clearly at night through its black eyes with supernatural eyesight. He was once the fertility God Crom Dubh, who demanded human sacrifice of his followers. With the coming of Christianity people stopped worshipping&amp;nbsp;Crom Dubh, but he still has a demand for souls every year so he rides out at night along country roads usually in the months of Autumn and November. Sometimes he rides out at night in a funeral carriage with wheel spokes made from human thigh bones and lanterns made of skulls. The carriage is driven by a team of six black steeds that move so fast that they cause sparks to fly from their feet as the charge along and cause bushes and trees to catch fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unlike the Banshee he is not particular what family you are from and he as rides out to claim a victim , the grinning skull can be heard calling out the name of his victim as he races along the road. When he gets to the house of the victim he stops at the front door and he roars out the name and the person dies on the spot. There is no protection from the Dullahan, if you see him as he thunders along the road he throws blood at people or maybe blind them in one eye, the only thing that he is afraid of is gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-8928296788995897081?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8928296788995897081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=8928296788995897081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/8928296788995897081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/8928296788995897081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2009/11/dullahan-faerie-headless-horseman.html' title='Dullahan, the Faerie Headless horseman'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/Sv9Q9HDYRuI/AAAAAAAAFeo/1TVNCWuxFh0/s72-c/SNV81260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-6224803146070509374</id><published>2009-11-07T23:43:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:05:10.223Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changelings'/><title type='text'>Changelings, faeries stealing infants and baby Killers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come away, O human child!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the waters and the wild&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With a faery, hand in hand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SvSZyDB7_tI/AAAAAAAAFQs/UGQxCV9sdoQ/s1600-h/SNV81800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SvSZyDB7_tI/AAAAAAAAFQs/UGQxCV9sdoQ/s400/SNV81800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For anyone that has seen the start of the film 300, one thing sticks in the mind of most people is the beginning, where the helpless naked baby is being inspected, while the narrator tells us of the Spartans strife for perfection and we then see all the skeletal remains of the dead babies who never made it. Most people talked about how cruel this was and how it was a tough if not an evil race of people that could do such a thing, yet in Europe a lot worse things happened to infants.&lt;br /&gt;Ireland like many in many places in Europe had a terrible fear of Faeries or bad spirits stealing &amp;nbsp;new born babies from cribs at night time and leaving a changeling in its place.&amp;nbsp;There were two reasons for theft of babies, first was to bring new blood to prevent too much inbreeding in the faerie population. The second was probably the more common reason was that faeries had great difficulty with childbirth and faerie babies often died or were deformed, these were either replacements for the faeries or used as servants in the otherworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When a mortal child was born in Ireland it was dangerous to compliment it too much or this could put it in the faeries power, if a child was praised a blessing had to be said afterwards to counteract any power that the faeries might have. Also precautions like a mans suit left at the foot of the bed and a cross at the top of the bed would prevent a child being taken.&amp;nbsp;If a child was taken it was replaced by one of three things, first a sickly deformed faerie child, second a senile or older faerie or finally a piece of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unlike human babies, faerie babies would only eat solids and they had a huge appetite, eating you out of house and home yet its hunger was not satiated, worse still the baby never put on weight. Changeling brought discontent into the house, they cried all the time with a wail that was piercing and nonstop . &amp;nbsp;These babies were physically deformed or not as mentally quick as other babies and generally do lot live for many years. Sometimes an inanimate object was placed in the crib, usually a piece of wood that had a magic spell put on it, this only lasted weeks.&amp;nbsp;Senile faeries that were left in the place of infants also disrupted the household and lived out the remainder of their lives in relative comfort being pampered by their human carers (faeries were the ones to invent nursing homes) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SvX9Plaz10I/AAAAAAAAFTE/OiyrVKgxnMQ/s1600-h/SNV81067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SvX9Plaz10I/AAAAAAAAFTE/OiyrVKgxnMQ/s200/SNV81067.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To test if a baby was a faerie there were a few things that you could do, each more gruesome than the next. A baby would be thrown onto the fire, if the baby was not a faerie he would be saved by god, if it was a faerie it would reveal its age and escape up the chimney. The picture on the left is of Fourknocks pasage grave county Meath, there is a strong oral history in the area of babies being burned in here in the past, because they were changelings.&lt;br /&gt;Another way was to put the child into boiling water with the same results expected as the fire, with the faerie escaping up the chimney. Some infants were left in a manure pit overnight, if they survived the morning they were not faeries! One of the ones that I thought was the cruelest and was common in Ireland was foxglove poisoning which left the infant with severe stomach pains and took some for it to die. Leaving the worst till last, what I thought was the cruelest thing that could happen to an infant was a red hot poker up the anus, similar to the fire if the child was a faerie its insides would boil on the inside and the faerie spirit would disappear up the chimney, if not a faerie the child was spared.&lt;br /&gt;It is obviously a form of Eugenics killing of a sickly or handicapped child that would take up a lot of time of the family, this practice was more common in the rural regions, were where everyone was needed to work the farm. &amp;nbsp;There are other cases of older people and animals being taken by the faeries, these will &amp;nbsp;follow again.&lt;br /&gt;Credit for some of this information comes from a colleague Sean, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-6224803146070509374?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6224803146070509374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=6224803146070509374&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/6224803146070509374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/6224803146070509374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2009/11/changelings-faeries-stealing-infants.html' title='Changelings, faeries stealing infants and baby Killers'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SvSZyDB7_tI/AAAAAAAAFQs/UGQxCV9sdoQ/s72-c/SNV81800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-6169299936625836484</id><published>2009-11-04T22:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-08-20T10:10:44.203+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fomorians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythological'/><title type='text'>Fomorians the third wave of Mythological people to Ireland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUrZVr1iTkc/Tk950IU8AqI/AAAAAAAAJN0/dKnqcyPGqdM/s1600/2011-07-22+001+035+%2528500x375%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUrZVr1iTkc/Tk950IU8AqI/AAAAAAAAJN0/dKnqcyPGqdM/s1600/2011-07-22+001+035+%2528500x375%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pictured is the Fomorian Stronghold of Tory Island, It is on the left with the two peaks in the front the Islands of Innisboffin and Innisdooey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Fomorians were a giant ugly misshapen demonic race of semi divine beings that seemed to represent all that was evil and bad in Mythological Ireland. Their origin is from the sea from Scandinavia, with mentions in some ancient texts of them living in Norway. Their Viking origan is probably why they are represented as evil, as they were also described as a type of pirate, especially with all the Viking attacks on the people of Ireland. There were two exceptions however Elathan who was a moon God and his son Bres who became King of a later invasion the Tuatha de Danann, both of these were supposed to be beautiful examples of man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Their first King Cichol of the withered foot had his stronghold on an Island off the most northerly west coast off Ireland on Tory Island. Until the arrival of the Partholanians they lived of fish as there was little to hunt, but they benefited from the arrival of the farmers and land shapers and ventured onto the main land. They still used Tory as their strongholds from here they fought their battles and where they retreated after loosing their battle with the Partholanians. After the disease had wiped out the Partholanians they controlled Ireland and used the plough and oxen and lived off the land until the next arrivals, where &amp;nbsp;extracted taxes and were in power until the Tuatha Dé Danann defeated them in Battle. There will be more stories of their battles etc later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-6169299936625836484?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6169299936625836484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=6169299936625836484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/6169299936625836484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/6169299936625836484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2009/11/fomorians-third-wave-of-mythological.html' title='Fomorians the third wave of Mythological people to Ireland'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUrZVr1iTkc/Tk950IU8AqI/AAAAAAAAJN0/dKnqcyPGqdM/s72-c/2011-07-22+001+035+%2528500x375%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-9176935987499484187</id><published>2009-10-31T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:19:51.687Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack o&apos;Lantern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samhain'/><title type='text'>Halloween tradtions, their history rooted in Ireland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/Suwhd2idqbI/AAAAAAAAFDk/7FYnqsM3KHY/s1600-h/SNV81161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/Suwhd2idqbI/AAAAAAAAFDk/7FYnqsM3KHY/s400/SNV81161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did you know that a lot of the American traditions for Halloween like the carved pumpkin, dressing in costume and calling door to door, were taken from Irish traditions. It died out here, but isnow again returning again due to American influences on TV, the funny thing is that people don't realise that their history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Halloween was a Celtic festival called Samhain or the feast of the dead, though there is traditions in other cultures celebrating the end of the harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On this night in Celt's believed that the dead walked around amongst the living, to avoid detection Irish people dressed up in costumes of the spirits and faeries so that they would not be carried away to the otherworld. If they were detected they also had the backup of taking the dust from their shoes and throwing it at the spirits. There was a tradition of leaving out gifts of food for the fairies, during Samhain people dressed up called around to neighbours house and got those gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Jack'o'Lantern has its roots here too, Jack was by all accounts a wicked miserly evil man who was destined for hell. One night he had stolen from his neighbours and making his escape met the Devil on the road. The devil was there to collect his soul, but Jack being cunning managed to trap the devil with a cross so that the Devil lost his power. In order to gain freedom the devil said that Jack would never go to hell and when he died he was not sent to hell, yet he was too evil to go to heaven. The Devil laughed at him and threw an Ember of coal from the fires of hell at him to give him light. Jack placed this into a hollowed out turnip and now wanders the roads of Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other stories that have a celtic origin are the headless horseman, the borrowers and swanlake, but stories for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Halloween/Samhain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-9176935987499484187?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/9176935987499484187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=9176935987499484187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/9176935987499484187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/9176935987499484187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-tradtions-their-history.html' title='Halloween tradtions, their history rooted in Ireland'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/Suwhd2idqbI/AAAAAAAAFDk/7FYnqsM3KHY/s72-c/SNV81161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-2265453950543145024</id><published>2009-10-30T08:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:15:56.026Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partholanian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythological'/><title type='text'>Second wave of Mythological people to Ireland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SuqfY5_sNYI/AAAAAAAAFA8/HqH-0cbSq5I/s1600-h/SNV80062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SuqfY5_sNYI/AAAAAAAAFA8/HqH-0cbSq5I/s200/SNV80062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second wave to Ireland according to the book of Invasions was the Partholanians, they were the first to arrive after the biblical flood according to the monks who wrote down the oral history. The Partholanians were named after their leader Partholon, he was the son of Sera according to all accounts. There are varous histories but it is thought that they had come from the west from the other world, which is thought to be the Land of 'Tir na nOg'(land of the forever young).These again are like the first wave were not mortal men, they were God llike and had magical powers. Partholon arrived with his followers after seven years sailing and landed on the coast of Kenmare in county Kerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SuqjTzEPevI/AAAAAAAAFBM/lipd-_h6ljg/s1600-h/2009_05310010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SuqjTzEPevI/AAAAAAAAFBM/lipd-_h6ljg/s200/2009_05310010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These people were the shapers of the land of Ireland, when they arrived the landscape was a pretty bare grass-less landscape, but as they landed one plain, three lakes and nine rivers sprung up as if to bless their landing. They cleared off four more plains and more lakes sprang up, they brought farming and cattle to Ireland. They had the first recorded battle in Ireland against the third wave of invaders, they battled the Fomorians and drove them from country.&lt;br /&gt;Also they had the first case of Jealousy and adultry in Ireland, Partholon was out touring his domain and while his wife was gone his wife Delgnat cheated with a servant Topa. After making love they quenched their thirst drinking his Ale from his golden tube, Partholon caught them out by getting the taste from the adulterers mouths on the tube. He flew into a rage and killed the servant and his wifes dog. But his wife laid the blame on him and his absence, saying that it was leaving temptation in front of her like leaving honey in front of a woman, milk in front of a cat, meat infront of a child and not expect them to take advantage.&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Partholanians came&amp;nbsp;to a sad demise when an epidemic broke out and all but one of tribe died from the pestilence, they were living in what is now Tallaght part of Dublin City at the foot of the Wicklow hils. The one Survivor was Tuan who wandered the land untill he was an old man, he then shapeshifted and lived through all of the ages of the invasions so he too was able to tell his history to a monk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-2265453950543145024?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/2265453950543145024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=2265453950543145024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/2265453950543145024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/2265453950543145024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-wave-of-mythological-people-to.html' title='Second wave of Mythological people to Ireland.'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SuqfY5_sNYI/AAAAAAAAFA8/HqH-0cbSq5I/s72-c/SNV80062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-1797269195758277821</id><published>2009-10-29T19:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:55:16.524Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faeries'/><title type='text'>Faerie tree's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/Sum3S_9S5OI/AAAAAAAAE98/rMbw_0WpUgg/s1600-h/SNV81183-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/Sum3S_9S5OI/AAAAAAAAE98/rMbw_0WpUgg/s320/SNV81183-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a fairy tree opposite where I grew up and I have always been fascinated about it as a child growing up. That faerie tree is a Hawthorn tree and there is a tradition in Ireland that a single Hawthorn &amp;nbsp;growing in the middle of a field is a faerie tree, as the Hawthorn was seen in Celtic mythology as a gateway to the otherworld.&amp;nbsp;I know from the picture that it looks like two trees but its all from the one root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Irish faeries or 'Sidhe' in Irish, differ completely to the Hollywood vision of Leprechauns, they are not all small, dress in green and are cute with an Oirish accent. There are also many different types of &amp;nbsp;faerie or little people, some of them are good and some not so good, that and more &amp;nbsp;I will get into another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was told when I was very small that if I wanted to see the faeries and get their gold I had to go to the tree at midnight. But I was to be very careful, as they are cunning magical beings and would trick me with their magic and I would be left without my pot of gold and could be dragged off to their world in the morning. I remember trying to stay awake until &amp;nbsp;midnight when I was five or six but I always fell asleep before my parents went to bed, once I did make it to the front door one night in my pyjamas after my parents had gone to bed, but was foiled by the height of the front door latch. &amp;nbsp;But you just cannot just arrive at the tree at midnight with one hand as long as the other*, you have to come armed with a hand-made three legged stool made from an Ash three.&amp;nbsp;When I was young I had not the means to make myself such a stool and by the time I would have been able to fashion a stool I had gone past the stage of believing in faeries.&lt;br /&gt;It is bad luck to cut down a faerie tree or damage it in any way, it is said that you will never know a good nights sleep again for the rest of your life. &amp;nbsp;The ill fated DeLorean car company that was the iconic symbol of the 1980's was built in a factory on a plot of ground where a faerie tree was said to stood. The tree was cut down to make way for the factory and folklorists contend that this is the reason for the companies failure, nothing at all to do with its finances or dodgy owner. More recently the Ennis bypass was delayed for a number of years due to a faerie tree on the chosen path of the moterway, the road eventually opened going around the faerie tree. This tree was said to be the meeting point of the faeries when they were on their travels, it was fenced off and the roadworks continued, but the poor faeries still have to cross a motorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* 'One hand as long as the other' is a way of saying , coming empty handed, as in if you had something in one hand it would not be as long as the other ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-1797269195758277821?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/1797269195758277821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=1797269195758277821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/1797269195758277821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/1797269195758277821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2009/10/faerie-trees.html' title='Faerie tree&apos;s'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/Sum3S_9S5OI/AAAAAAAAE98/rMbw_0WpUgg/s72-c/SNV81183-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737865508330857299.post-4720325807021573024</id><published>2009-10-28T23:19:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:30:30.951Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythological'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fintan'/><title type='text'>First wave of Mythological people to Ireland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SujH8TnhQhI/AAAAAAAAE8c/cdWYeSbKeWg/s1600-h/SNV81878-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SujH8TnhQhI/AAAAAAAAE8c/cdWYeSbKeWg/s400/SNV81878-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;According to all the ancient Myths there were four waves of people to come to Ireland, the first of these people arrived in Ireland around the time of the Biblical flood, the monks that took down these stories might have made a few edits. &amp;nbsp;All of these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bith the son Noe (Noah) did not make it onto the boat with the rest of his family, so Cessair his daughter advised him that they whorship another idol who advised them that they could survive the deluge by sailing to the western edge of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SujLSpX8BrI/AAAAAAAAE8k/Lck3fr7ufT0/s1600-h/AA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SujLSpX8BrI/AAAAAAAAE8k/Lck3fr7ufT0/s320/AA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They sailed off in three ships, but only one made it to the west coast of Ireland, forty days before the flood. On board were tree men and fifty women, Bith took sixeen women along with his wife and headed north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second man Ladra took sixteen women and died of excess of women withen forty days of landing on Irish soil! He was the first person to be buried on Irish Soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fintan son of Bochra ended up with Cessair and sixteen other wives and fled away &amp;nbsp;to the west coast to what is now the province of Connaught. Cessair died of a broken heart six days before the flooding of broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These people were not just ordinary human beings the were semi divine and had magical powers, Fintan went to the mountain of the wave and took the form of a Salmon. He hid during the deluge in a cave and lived for 5500 years, using his magic to shape shift &amp;nbsp;into other forms like Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SujQ3k1mgUI/AAAAAAAAE8s/j1EmKRdZddY/s1600-h/2007_07070028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SujQ3k1mgUI/AAAAAAAAE8s/j1EmKRdZddY/s400/2007_07070028.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737865508330857299-4720325807021573024?l=irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4720325807021573024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737865508330857299&amp;postID=4720325807021573024&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/4720325807021573024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737865508330857299/posts/default/4720325807021573024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irelandmythsstoriespictures.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-wave-of-mythological-people-to.html' title='First wave of Mythological people to Ireland.'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09567652179692699929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SXOFm19b7OI/AAAAAAAABO0/Bt_EYYbiWqA/S220/Picture+0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INF4xtUsrNM/SujH8TnhQhI/AAAAAAAAE8c/cdWYeSbKeWg/s72-c/SNV81878-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
