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The chient bbey of armon
The Ancient Abbey of Tarmon, south of Drumkeerin in Co Leitrim. The final resting place
of the McGrails from Lisfuiltaghan. Photos courtesy of Greg McGrail by way of the good
John Flynn. The Abbey is situated on the western shores of Lough Allen, in the parish of
Inishmagrath.
The grave marker for the McGrails is # 127. In the church records the following
McGrails are listed on the gravestone as of about 1915. Only Stephen, Norah and their
daughter Norah are buried there. Most of the others are buried in St. Mary's in Ayer, MA,
USA
Patrick J. McGrail, Lisfuiltaghan, Drumkeerin
Stephen M. McGrail, 1811--10-1-1899,
Honor McGrail, 1825--1911,
Honor's son, Rev. John McGrail of Brockton, MA, USA
Hugh McGrail, 1847--1899, of Maynard, MA, USA
Stephen McGrail, 1858--10-21-1905, of Montana, USA
Bartholomew McGrail, 1862--6-6-1911, of Ayer, MA, USA
Delia McKay, nee McGrail, 1855--6-16-1911, of Ayer, MA, USA
Nora McGrail, 1866--3-25-1869
"Tarmon, Place of Sanctuary and at its center Curraghs graveyard and the ruined
church or abbey, Teampull na gCurrachadha. Here rest the good dead from the green and blue
hills, centuries of our people, our ancestors: and here we will rest, ancestors to the
future, under stone flags, the lake (Allen) to our heels and our heads to the gray road.
All history, all myth, all humanity is contained within these stone walls: the priest
whose body was smuggled in a hay-cart from Drumahaire for burial in sacred soil; the girl
from the colliery who died from a meal of gruel given in kindness as she carried a
backload of nettles from Curraghs to her famine home; the miser who swallowed her four
gold sovereigns on her death-bed and whose trove is buried with her in the small house, in
the church, near the gate; the less-than-saintly man whose body emerged intact from his
coffin to the bemused eyes of the gravediggers. Men were held prisoner here and
interrogated during the civil war, letters were left on graves, couples courted here.
The church itself - built in a night says tradition, sometime between the fourth and
fifth centuries. Dedicated to Saint Patrick says one history, Saint Bridget says another.
The neat stone head which is carved over the east window and stares across at the Iron
Mountain and the townlands of the clergy could be Patrick or Bridget or both.
The first monks, those artists of stone and light and silence, chose their location
well and wisely. Like the nunnery at Cartronbeg, a mile or so to the south, the building
occupies one of the finest sites in the area. If they were hermits they were also
aesthetes - and the beauty here, though marred these days, remains an inspiration and a
joy. The east window served once as a sundial, there is as yet undeciphered Ogham writing
on the flagstone entrance to the Church, the last person buried guards the gate. That our
dead rest here is no less than they deserve.
One stone flag has a carving of the moon and sun behind Christ on the cross at Calvary,
the flat upright stone over the colliery girl has a rising sun carved like a small fan of
hope, many old flags have no names, but we remember them now, now and to La' Luain, to the
end of time." by Vincent Woods.
The East Window at Curraghs graveyard, at the Abbey of Tarmon
Michael McTiernan
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michael@mctiernan.com
Last updated Jan 3, 2000
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