Thinking of you very much on your 2nd Anniversary / Michael Millett (Son) Letting you know Dad, that this afternoon - you are very much in my thoughts. I have lit a few candles for you and Chris brought home some lovely candle holders especially for this day.
Missing you so very, very much..................
You came and touched so many hearts In so many different ways. You gave so much, and asked for little in return. There is an emptiness as something is missing, But I am sure with time you will show me how to feel whole again. I know you are safe now, and nothing can harm you. Remember, although we're apart, We will always be together in so many, many ways.
Dad is such a special word / Michael Millett (Son)Read >>
Dad is such a special word / Michael Millett (Son)
Dad is such a special word A word that brings to mind A big warm smile, a helping hand A way of being kind. Devotion to the family A word of patience too "Dad" is such a special word Because it stands for "You".
Lots of Love Young Man, Michael x on your 9th Anniversary in Spirit. Close
2013 - Another year gone by... / Michael Millett (Son)Read >>
2013 - Another year gone by... / Michael Millett (Son)
Well, here I am again Dad thinking of you very much today your 8th anniversary. I am writing this in the `Slievenamon Room` at "Tipperary House" here in Lincolnshire. You would have loved it here.
Mum has just gone back to Ireland after being here with me for 5 weeks. We spoke about you often and how we so miss you ! The years don`t change that !
And when the stream that overflows has passed, A consciousness remains upon the silent shore of memory; Images and precious thoughts that shall not be And cannot be destroyed.
Your 4th Anniversary / Michael Millett (Son)Read >>
Your 4th Anniversary / Michael Millett (Son)
Dear Dad, It was in my thoughts some time ago to be in Ireland today and visit your grave for the first time. I have not been there since your funeral. However, this did not happen and you know why I am here in London writing this to you from the kitchen table.
I miss you like the day you died and try to avoid thinking too much as I get so upset like I am now writing this note but wanted to write something here for you on this day.
I pray today your anniversary will herald in some much needed new and positive changes for me in my life here. The last year has been horrendous as you know and has been the most difficult and changeable year in my life emotionally. The merry-go-round is in overdrive! I wish it would stop.
Thinking of you Young Man. Love you. Michael x Close
~Thinking Of You~ / Melissa Carlie Adams Grandma.. Read >>
~Thinking Of You~ / Melissa Carlie Adams Grandma..
The Wings Of An Angel So Pure And So White, The Wings Of An Angel Holding You Tight, The Wings Of An Angel Caressing Your Skin,
The Wings Of An Angel Keeping The Love Within. These Wings From An Angel Are My Gift To You,
These Wings From An Angel Will Help See You Through.
One year ago you left, and still we mourn, Nor will our mourning end till it be night, Even as time turns our tears to light Years hence, when this may be more easily borne. Each moment of your passion and delight, As clear as sunshine, bountiful and bright, Remains our fortune now that you are gone.
Dad`s Writing (Memories). / Michael Millett (Submitted on behalf of Dad )Read >>
Dad`s Writing (Memories). / Michael Millett (Submitted on behalf of Dad )
My memory begins in 1928. We lived at the time on the slopes of Sliabh na mBan overlooking KillustyVillage. My mother was a native of the mountain with 18 acres of land coupled with `the rights of the mountain`. She also held 20 acres of land in Kiltynan near the town of Fethard. In 1928, I was 5 years old and to me it was the most important term of my life. This is the period of life when a persons` intelligence emerges and their personality and character they cultivate into their natural desire. Looking back now, I can never understand why any parent, teacher or guardian tries to teach a junior by force. I especially enjoyed living on the mountain-side at the time. Each day brought its` own beauty. Being on high ground, one could view such a long way in the distance and observe all the happenings around. In the early part of the year, you would discover the farmers ploughing their fields if you looked down on the low land. They performed this job with a pair of horses which led to the sowing of spring wheat and barley. Spring made its presence felt with the trees bursting into bud. It will not be long now before everywhere is inviting and green again. The sloe-bush also comes into flower. You will also see communities of animals stirring and coming to life and demonstrating their enthusiasm and excitement to the world. The sheep with their little lambs and creatures rising from their hibernation. The River Anner also adds its` own splendour to the scene. When spring blends gradually to summer, you will recognise the may-blossom and hawthorn succeeded by the horse-chestnut, sycamore and many others. In June or July, it is not too unusual to see the Aurora Borealis commonly known as `the northern lights`. These appear in the night sky as flashing bursts of red, green, blue and violet lights rather like car lights in the distance against a dim skyline. They are a result of magnetic storms. The farmers will now be busy out with their machines, cutting hay and later the corn with the same machines again but with an extra add-on called `gears`. The corn is `bound` or made into `sheaves` before it is drawn into the `haggard` to be `thrashed`by the farmers with a horse-power machine. Now is the time to go to the mountain to cut the turf. Once cut, it does not take long to dry as it is only one `spit`. In the meantime, we go to Glenbower Wood for timber. My father would select a couple of trees suitable to be drawn home with a `drag-chain` and `swing` by our two donkeys accompanying us.One of these donkeys we named "Robin" . He was the first donkey to get `hitched` and we allowed him to travel along the track without any aid. If the tree got stuck while transporting it, Robin would change positions in pulling until he became free to continue with his journey. We would then hitch-up the other donkey but this donkey we always had to lead as he never learned the technique of releasing the tree if it got stuck as Robin had done. After a couple of days, the turf would be dry and ready to be drawn home. We achieved this with a home-made sleigh about five feet by four feet square with a ring on each corner. We would hitch on our faithful Robin to whatever end of the sleigh was suitable. The two back rings we used for a loose rope to keep the sleigh from sliding too far towards Robin. Descending in a zigzag fashion helped the process as well until we reached the bottom of the slope. If the ground was flat, instead of using the sleigh, we would operate a rather strange looking device called a mountain-car. This had a flat bottom with two side railings resembling a ladder. The front of the vehicle sloped towards the back. The wheels were about two feet high made of solid oak bound with iron bands and both wheels and axle turned as one. We engaged this mountain-car for drawing home timber on level ground or heather and also for delivering `thatch`. Every home along the slopes of the mountain had thatched roofs which the occupants had to maintain. The thatch was made up of light hazel or willow which we collected for that reason. September could be an extremely pleasant month though more often than not it would get rather cool and the days would start to get shorter. I loved to look down through the valley and see the fog gripping the river below and gradually the lights of nearby Fethard lighting up part of the sky as the night came down. In October and November, all the leaves begin to turn different shades of brown, russet and bright ochre before finally falling to the ground as winter takes its grasp of the territory. Fog and mist are the order of the day now with advancing cold, dark and shadowy days taking over the region. Light snow might fall on the surrounding high ground at first before December finally arrives which I would call the first month of winter. The trees are now bare except for the scatter of evergreens which can look so beautiful in contrast against a blanket of snow in mid-winter. Most people now stay in the comfort of their own homes and start preparing for Christmas and the coming new year which were important occasions for celebrating. The neighbourhood loved to visit one another and there was always a warm welcome to be had in every home around. Tea, scones, potato cake or whatever they baked on the griddle they presented to company. Their efforts and warmth were positively something that I admire and cherish.The thatched houses are particularly comely. Most have two bedrooms, a `parlour`, kitchen cum living-room and a small hall with a half door at the entrance coming in. In summertime the top half of the door is left open with the bottom half closed for the purpose of keeping out the animals. The fireplace in the kitchen cum living-room is one big open recess with a hearth fire on the floor of it. A `bellows` was used by them to assist in lighting the fire and sustaining it if needed by blowing air under the fire when utilised. Furniture is for the most part `practical`. For instance, the beds fold upwards into a recess in the wall which gives the appearance of a cupboard when they are put away. The kitchen table is made in such a way that the top can fold back against the wall to reveal a comfortable seat. Chairs are home-made, usually four chairs and one armchair with `suggan` bottoms together with a three-legged stool and a long firm (seat) called a `stellin`. My memory now brings me back again to the view from the mountain which is an experience of enormous beauty. This is especially true if one makes the effort and walks to the top of Sliabh na mBan on a clear day. However, I would recommend you to have reliable walking boots although it`s nothing like the Alps. The fog descends quickly, so you have to be careful and return before being caught in this fog as it can become altogether dense and thick. Low clouds approaching are a sure sign of this impending event. In August 1931, my father made up his mind to return to his ancestral home in St. Johnstown. He still had a small farm there and also some land near the village of Moyglass. Shortly before this time he held a farm in Kyle close to the village of Drangan. This farm was seized and snatched from him during bizarre and outlandish times which were happening all over the country at that period. The seizure of my fathers` property went uncastigated, though I don`t think that the proper or original `deeds` were ever claimed by the new occupants. We did therefore return from Sliabh na mBan but not at the same status and standing as our ancestors. The Milletts had occupied Wilford House, Drangan - Lismortagh House, Coolbawn -Coolmore House, Fethard and St. Johnstown Castle. All this had now changed by 1931 with the establishment of the Land League and Land Commissioners and such like. The locals in St. Johnstown tried to arrange for the land and the castle to be divided without my fathers` name on the top of the list at a special star meeting at Coolbawn Cross. My father attended and joined the rendezvous as an uninvited and unexpected guest. He told this meeting chaired by Father Humphreys the Parish Priest from the town of Killenaule the whole story concerning the property. On hearing all the details, Father Humphreys did not want to have any further involvement with the `ranching` of the estate when my father, Thomas Millett was not on this list. In the meantime, William Sparrow asked my father would he lose his friendship with him if he actually bought the castle and its estate. Consequently, the property had been bought for about one year before these `ranchers` were aware of what had transpired. This had angered them and they subsequently placed a small bomb in the hallway of the dwelling one night but that little deed didn`t change anything. They may have succeeded with their `ranching` if it was all carried out fairly and by the book with Thomas Milletts` name at the top of the list. Paddy Carroll from Coolbawn composed the following verses revolving around the incident:-
The Ranch in St. Johnstown There`s a ranch in St. Johnstown which is now all the go where the scabby old farmers are striking a blow to banish the Sparrows every way they have planned. Sure, it`s breaking their hearts see them build on the land. They formed a committee of dauntless men which they found up the quarry and all down the glen. Beyond in Grangebarry comes another small squad come down every night for a slice of the sod.
At Dwyers of the quarry, those meetings are held and one of the members, I`m told was expelled. It was a shame they to split being neighbours of old over some silly thing.
An outsider was told, they dismissed Edmund Brophy for telling the news who once more returned to make horses` shoes. He sings there quite happily whilst welding the band and still keeps his eye across the road on the land.
Morris Shanahan and Boland, they sent up to town to attack the Commissioners and make them come down and if they refused they would soon get the rod. For all in St. Johnstown are mad for the sod.
The Commissioners promised to come down in a while. So Morris and Michael came back with a smile. And there to their chiefs with the news they did bring. So they ranched it that night as they sat around the fire.
Dwyer gets the first bit being man in command. He gets half the church-field. Sure, it`s the best of the land. The rest is for Quigley. The field is no more. Handy for them, it`s right at their door. Tom Neil gets the garden and the paddock as well. The field and the house is for Matt from Clonmel.
What we call the long avenue We now go and split for Jim Maloney the ganger and Brophy the smith. We must give a bit to Hanrahan and Dunn or any old poacher who carries a gun.
Jerome Guiry is landless. His father holds all. He gets the half acre, I`m told by Jim Hall. There is a bank in the middle field, we now go and split. We`ll divide it with wire for Tom Meehan and Pat Grant and poor Johnny Doran, we can`t leave him out. We`ll put him near the river where he`ll catch plenty of trout.
Of course all the most recent happenings did not please the ranchers who were seriously irked and annoyed with Paddy Carroll for composing these lyrics. Consequently, after a meeting the aforementioned poet received a warning to lay down his pen which was signed by the secretary of `the dauntless men`!!
St. Johnstown Castle is one of the first sights that comes to mind when talking of St. Johnstown. It was built approximately 1500 AD by the Normans and judging by the coat of arms over the main entrance, it was built by Robert St. John. This plaque above the main entrance is about 2 feet square with the coat of arms in the centre surrounded with writing around the outer edge. It reads:- Robert De Sero Johe Ons De Cualeagh Lismoynan Scandanstown Et socius Ill uis Plebis Fecit. Which means in short:- Lord of Cooleagh Lismortagh Scadanstown and the people. The walls of the castle are still in rather good condition considering the roof was removed many years ago by J. Millett who lived there at the time. I understand that it was removed in order to cut down the payment due in rates. The castle is approximately 65 feet in height, and originally consisted of 5 floors. All that remains today is the second floor. The under-carriage of this floor is made of stone forming an arch which stabilises the whole construction. The other floors were stone corbels built into the walls with 9"x 9" oak beams sitting on top to carry the joists of the floor overhead. The roof was made on the same principle. These corbels were set high on the inside of the wall with the 9"x 9" beams or trimmers laid on top to carry the roof. This resulted in the roof-covering projecting over the edge of the walk-way. The floor of the walk-way is slanting towards the outer edge and set in the wall which is three feet higher. There are eight stone spouts protruding through the walls about eighteen inches to carry the storm-water from the building. The castle itself is built on level ground but for some reason the main entrance situated on the north-west corner comprising of a rather ornate Gothic Arch was raised two feet above ground-level with two heavy stone steps leading down into a passage. Of course the original door is long ago gone and replaced today with an inferior Ledged and Braced door. Judging by the two hanging irons built into the wall, this door had to be framed ledged and braced with strap iron hinges bolted to the door at the same time as the hanging irons in the wall were installed. These irons in the wall were placed opposite one another so that it was impossible to lift off the door. It opened outwards in order that it would take more pressure from the outside if attacked. Just inside the door is a chamber measuring 8 x 3 feet with holes in the wall at both sides of the door and another over it. These openings widened as they penetrated the wall to the outside in order to give more leverage to the man inside the castle using a weapon. The hall or passage featuring three Gothic Arches went the full width of the building. One of these arches led to a spiral staircase comprising of eighty-two steps which led up through the construction. The staircase was encased all the way to the top. On every landing from the staircase to each floor is also a Gothic Arch. There are many weapon-holes in the walls along this staircase and throughout the structure for scanning the surrounding countryside as well as defending it. The castle has two stone chimneys with one of the chimneys serving one fireplace on the west wall and the other serving two on the east wall. On the top of the building are two look-out towers on the south-west and north-east corners as well as a battlement protruding over the main entrance built on two corbels. This construction has no floor to it to provide the means for the castle to be defended by dropping missiles on the heads of anyone trying to force an entry through the main entrance to the castle. On the second floor is an escape-shoot emerging near the small back-door and the stronghold has an underground tunnel leading to the BonogueRiver some one hundred and fifty metres to the west. When the castle was originally built, a further structure was erected beside the stronghold and attached to it. This was a dwelling place and the remnants can be seen today where the outline of the pitch is still visible on the wall. The modern house of the estate is in close proximity to the castle but before the early 1930`s, it was much bigger than seen today. Originally it was a three-storey, T-shaped house with several walled-yards nearby. Namely the pump-yard and the carriage-yard with the rest of the yards used for housing and mastering the fox-hounds by James Millett. The pond for washing the dogs is still there, walled on three sides with a small opening at one end to enable the fox-hounds to pass through after being washed. Adjacent to the castle and the estate house some one hundred metres away is a small burial-ground. This contains in the centre the small ruins of St Johns` Church. Part of this burial-ground is reserved for people of the Protestant faith. The former Milletts are buried here and one grave can be seen today bearing the inscription: "Erected by Matthew R Millett Esq in memory of James". Nearby is a headstone in memory of the Russell Family. Incidentally, George Gabriel Russell was shot dead in a dual over a girl at KnockellyCastle in 1842 aged twenty-six years. There is also a very beautiful Celtic Cross in memory of George Plant shot dead in 1942. Until recently there was a walk-way, six feet wide all around inside the wall. The estate itself was much bigger, it stretched from Wagstown known today as Parsons Hill down to the river and up to the old road near Dillons house, turning right and out on the St Johnstown - Moyglass road. The main entrance to the castle was from Milktown over the little bridge spanning the river and on towards the castle. There was a gate-lodge opposite the main gate on the far side of the road but today does not belong to the estate as Millett leased it to a man called Dwyer, free of rent and he in turn claimed squatters rights and sold it for a pittance. The back entrance to the estate at the time was at St Johnstown cross-roads where the ruin of the old forge stands today. Millett brought a blacksmith from Kilkenny to work the forge as there was much need for this especially as he had a lot of hunters regularly staying with him for the hunting-season. However, he did give the `smithie` permission to carry out work for the neighbours provided it never interfered with any of his duties to the estate. If Millett sent out a horse to be shod then the blacksmith had to drop everything to do this task, regardless. There were also a Creamery and a Mill nearby which were powered by water from the river controlled by a sluice. Here again, Millett brought a man from Kilkenny to operate the creamery. When this ceased, parts of the machinery were put to use in Killenaule creamery. At the cross in St Johnstown, the field on Handrahans land was an open green at the time. Near the bridge, inside the present gate one can still see a half-moon shape on the ground approximately 50 feet in diameter. Across the way from this was another entrance to the castle. The idea of this half-moon was for turning the coach and horses. Within 300 metres from the cross-roads along the Killenaule road stood the Parochial School which was Protestant. In time when the children of Protestant parents dwindled, it became a NationalSchool with just one Church of Ireland teacher remaining until mid 1930 when it sadly closed. I attended this school myself and the three last teachers there were Miss Mary Miller, Miss Collier and Miss Deeth respectively. This school remained closed until the early 1940`s when it was reopened as a private school for the Sparrow family for a short period and was subsequently sold back to Thomas Millett, (my brother) and the grandson of Millett who originally donated this school to the Protestant `Church Body` in the first place to replace an old thatched school which had stood up near the quarry prior to that. St Johnstown used to be indeed very well populated one upon a time.
In sympathy / Carmel A. Millett (niece (Augustine's daughter) )Read >>
In sympathy / Carmel A. Millett (niece (Augustine's daughter) )
I was really sorry to hear of the passing of my Uncle Matt. Although we hadn't seen him for many years (since the late '80s?) I know he and my father (Gus) were chummy when young. Dad was deeply moved by the sad news. We had been talking about him only a couple of weeks previously with Dad's nephew, Pat, and his wife, Mary. Unfortunately, Dad is not very mobile now so could not travel to Ireland to pay his respects. However, I lit a candle for Uncle Matt in my local church on his behalf. He remains in our thoughts and prayers. Please accept our heartfelt sympathy for your sad loss. Carmel Close
Posted on the Fethard At Home web site / Fethard At Home Web Site (Local Community )Read >>
Posted on the Fethard At Home web site / Fethard At Home Web Site (Local Community )
Died Recently: The death has occurred of Matt Millett, who died on Wednesday 22nd June. Matt was the former owner of The Castle Inn and promoted great folk and Irish traditional music sessions in the 1970s and 1980s. He will always be remembered for his friendly and understanding attitude to the youth of Fethard at that time. Interment took place in Calvary Cemetery on Friday 24th June.
I'LL MISS MY FAVOURITE UNCLE / Frank Millett (Nephew)
I was shocked and saddened to read Matt had died 4 weeks ago. The last time I met him was at my Father's Funeral in October 1998 when he took us all off to Clonmel for dinner at one of his favourite restaurants where we had a good long chat, or rather a good listen. He was ALWAYS a very friendly man. I can't remember ever a time when he wasn't smiling, even when as a young lad I remember him bringing Michael and Carmel to stop at our house in Nottingham for the evening while Matt and Mary when out with my parents Jim and Noreen. All I remember is big Matt smiling and joking. It hurts me to think I will never get the chance to meet Matt again, He was indeed the kindest Uncle I ever had (and we had big families Ten on each side). This is a lovely Website and allows me the opportunity to offer my deepests condolences to All the Family. Rest in Peace Matt. Frank Millett Close
Sad to hear that you have passed on / Tom Meehan (Knew him form living in St Johnstown )Read >>
Sad to hear that you have passed on / Tom Meehan (Knew him form living in St Johnstown )
I first met Matt shortly after he arrived home from England to take up residence at the Cross in St Johnstown. He immediately got to work on Nora Neals's old cottage and transformed it into a beautiful retreat. He loved hunting and before I left for Australia, I often met him when shooting in the nearby fields. May you rest in peace. Close
fond memories of an old pal / Mick Kearney (life long friend )Read >>
fond memories of an old pal / Mick Kearney (life long friend )
Fond memories as young lads playing in walshbog Killusty ,and of many chats into the late evening until you became sick. We will miss you greatly but know you are at peace. Goodnight and God bless you.
Mick and Rita and Family. Friarsgrange, Fethard, Co. Tipperary.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die.
"Matt" as read by Mark at his funeral on June 22nd, 2005. / Carmel And Mark Trimble (Daughter and Son-in-law )Read >>
"Matt" as read by Mark at his funeral on June 22nd, 2005. / Carmel And Mark Trimble (Daughter and Son-in-law )
What can we say about Matt?..............
Matt was born 80 years ago on Slievenamon. He regaled us all with his stories of his young life in Killusty and St. Johnstown and later England, in particular his time in London. He could and would trace for hours. Some of his stories were risque and often close to the bone, but nonetheless hilarious.
In recent years Matt suffered ill-health and could get quite crotchety. Carmel and myself refereed many rows between Matt and the grand-children over control of the TV box, usually RTE news against the Simpsons.
However, he was very proud of his grand-children and loved to hear how they were getting on at school and what matches or races they were competing in. The one thing that they all agreed on were the football matches - you would always see one or both boys, Luke or Ben, sat perched on Matt`s knee watching a soccer match or Tipperary in the hurling.
There was much hilarity from the boys when Matt mispronounced the names of the players (Beckett for Beckham, Inch for Ince, Mooney for Rooney) or when he made one of his comments. He was forthright and called a spade a spade with lots of swearwords thrown in for good measure; the children would be in hysterics. Often the match would be forgotten while they all laughed at what Granddad said.
In recent weeks Matt became very frail and was cared for at the Nursing Home in Killusty. He said he felt he had come full circle in life - back home to Killusty. He would always have a tickle for the children and some sweets ready for them when they visited and show them the mountain where he was born.
He had a special regard for his only grand-daughter Eve. His daughter Carmel was his pet and now he had another one. In the last few weeks he became our mascot - Tipp won their matches when Matt came home to watch the game on TV with us. I am sure he will be cheering Tipp on this Sunday.
Matt leaves behind Mary, his wife of 47 years, his children Michael and Carmel, Carmel`s husband Mark and his cherished grandchildren Eve, Luke and Ben.