MEMORIES OF CHURCHTOWN
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The Crab Stock
by
Kitty Fitzgerald
My parents were living in a little
house besides Behan's cottage. There were two houses near each
other at that time; one belonging to Doyles and my parents had
the other one. They are no longer standing. We later got this
house (in Leap). The only motorcar around when I was young belonged
to Dr Cowhey. I remember Jacky Murphy's mother driving her horse
and trap to the village at night time. We all walked then.
In Jimmy Cowhey's farm there was
a fence with a line of crab trees. There would be sixty or more
trees growing. It was the crab stock. There would be a huge crop
of crabs when ripe in autumn. We would collect them, put them
into sacks, fill the donkey cart with the full sacks and take
them to Ryan's of Ardnageeha for jam-making. We would get a bit
of money and we would have something in our pockets. Sometimes
we would make jam for our own use. It was more jelly than jam.
It was beautiful. In a good year there would be loads of fruit.
The trees are no longer there and the hedge has been stretched.
It was a grand sight in the springtime when those trees would
bloom and then later to look at the ripe fruit on those trees.
People today would have no interest in crabs.
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