* Before you come to the Boundary Bridge, to the east of Ardgroom Village(and where the boundaries of Cork and Kerry meet, there is a little bridge called "Sheila's Bridge). Beside Glenbeg Lake, there is a hillside to the left as one goes in towards what is now Mick (Strock) Mc Carthy's house. Away up on the side of that hill, in the time of the Penal Laws towards the end of 1700 hundred(when Catholic Priests weren't allowed to say Mass, Catholic schools and teaching, etc., were prohibited). a Priest was saying Mass, with the local people in attendance, and two men keeping watchout for the Redcoats [English soldiers in the hunt to kill or imprison, or torture, people who didn't agree with the English laws of the time], all of a sudden the lookout men saw Redcoats approaching. The Priest told the people to run for it and escape, but that he would stay and finish saying the Mass. When the Redcoats caught the Priest they killed him, brought him further up, and buried his body in a rough bog. I forget whether or not I told you all the story of the "Holly Bar" in Ardgroom Village near what was the old Mill. One Christmas, about 120 years ago, some holly branches were put on the front window for decorations. Later, when the branches were being taken down, a holly berry fell down between the window boards, and took root in a bit of earth beneath. As the years went by, the berry grew into a little bush which covered most of the front window, as a result of which the Bar was later known as the "Holly Bar". Across the road, beside Ardgroom River and the Bridge, the owner of the Holly Bar had to build a new house for his Teacher wife, because at the time, a Teacher was (by a stupid Rule) not allowed to sleep in a Pub !! As a young lad (much later !!) I remember the remains of the Mill, with the bucket-like timber containers attached to the wheels. The "Holly Bar" is now closed, and the Mill is gone forever ---- Father Time --- and Father Time is getting closer and closer to me also. But, I hope someone else by then will be able to carry on my stories of the past ---- I hope. ----- Riobard. *