Making of Haycocks in the old way-Sheila Holahan's Field Carrigallen Leitrim 1 July 2014
HTML-код
- Опубликовано: 12 сен 2024
- Making of the Cocks of Hay as it was done in years gone -Sheila Holahan's Field in Carrigallen, Co Leitrim in Ireland. 1st July 2014. Video by Tony Fahy
Nowadays youth is wasted on the young but here it’s put to damn good use. Love this. 🤙🏽
When I lived in Ireland in 1982, we cut the hay with scythes, cocked it up into stacks, let it dry, loaded it onto donkey carts, took it to the barn. There was a conveyer belt to bring the hay up to the hayloft. A bunch of us women stood up in the loft "stamping" the hay down. We did this as a community for 4 different farms, with a big dinner, dancing, singing and drinking every night. Some of the best times I've had in my life, in Sligo and Mayo, for 6 months.
I remember going up to MC Gertys with Terence O Rourke (Hugh) he could cut hay like this, he used to slaughter the meat for Carrigallen to eat, sold by MC Gertys bros. Now, Reilly a young girl, did visit in the fields, with a hamper of sandwiches and fizzy drinks, bottles of orange fun from MC Canns. (his own shop) from that day to this was one of my treasured memories as a kid of happiness. Of course, you would go back a bit, to Kate Dolan in Drumbrick and her little shop the size of a room, she was a proud ole girl, still able to milk her cow. Peter Donohue was still the best con man in all of Leitrim, he was like no other, he conned my grandmother Mary Ann Rourke out of her 17 acres and then settled himself on Frank Reillys her cousins land. He got John Dolan to take the land with an application. That family of Donohue's with the wife Philomena, a cousin to my mother, Mrs Mary B Clifford and not one of them gave their condolences. Peter Donohue now resting in a second hand grave of his brother in law. The picture here, is Frank Reilly, the two sisters, one of them Hartes mother. The other Philomena Donohue's mother. Theres Phillip Reilly in the beard, Mary Ann, my grandmother, and Ellen my great grandmother of Aughyoule, Patrick Reilly of Mary Reilly of Drumstick. A long long time ago. Today the Hartes of Hartes Hotel, of Hartes of the cross, a hollow in the road to Drumeela going one way and Drumreilly the other, a little hole in the road, and the Donohue's wouldn't know Patrick O Rourke from Rosscommon but a little red headed man in a butchers went to his funeral. Lol. Why? Carrigallen has been a source of entertainment indeed. Even John Joe Smyth has to be worth a mention, off to the Balinamore dance with us all squashed in a car, Coby Reilly 's son, years before he died, happy days. I come back to Carrigallen and I'm looked at like a stranger. My family including Annabella O Rourke drinking in the Nags Head, Porrick Reilly's. My GT GT grand father Terence Rorke 1820's and the Reilly's. Phillip Reilly here, related to Micheal Reilly and Sean is not the Phillip Reilly in St Mary's Cemetery, red Seans dad is Micheal Reilly if Drumbrick, and Phillip Reilly is of Drumeela, Sean's buried his dad in the wrong grave. Phillip is standing here in the white beard.😮 I remember dying of thirst in Hartes once, and the fool behind the bar a relation. Not that he'd know it !
Nice to see the old style and weather was good too😊
As a boy I spent many a summers day doing this. In Wales, we called them mwdwl but they were smaller. It was a way of making the hay able to weather a shower of rain until you were able to cart it to the barn. The only difference in my experience was the tractor would have been a team of horses.
Lovely memories...and making a hay rope
This way of farming has long since gone ,lovely memories of my youth.
Great memories of hot summer days cocking the hay. We used to comb the ricks with a rake to encourage water to run down the outside, and the ropes were twisted using a wire coat hanger - apart from that it was very similar, even down to having a lump of a boy tearing around and not quite helping - I was that boy of many occasions 😂
Happy memories
This is how I would stack my one acre hay cut. Cut with a hand held Hayter, my sooper dooper love, turned twice a day by hand before cocking it up and covering with tarps.
Mighty men at work, i remember helping my uncle back in the 80s bring in square bales and he would bring tea and sandwiches to the field and if you were lucky he might bring a six pack of Guiness.lovely video
Great video Tony, great bit of history here! A very rare sight nowadays.
Thanks for the memories. Great video.
We used to stand on top of the 'ruck' as we used to call it and tramp the hay in place as we made sure the 'construction' was secure.
We would the ring the rucks into a haystack. at the end of the summer.
Exactly. This method is far too loose, would be flattened by the next wind.
I'd liked to have seen what they were going to do with the twisted cordage they were making with the hay, but nice video none the less. I like seeing the family working together, the older generation teaching the younger is invaluable.
Shamus Todd It was quite strong. I'll see if I can get you an answer...
They were making ropes to secure the haycocks!! The instruction was always ' twist and go back' .......................
Tony Fahy the grass rope is pretty strong. We used to make it with a wire coat hanger bent into a handle shape (so the one in the video was quite posh). You would have two ropes thrown over the stack at right angles to each other, and attached to a third rope that was wrapped around the base.
Nice to see the rope being made to tie them down. I can't remember it being done that way in Mayo when I was young.
In galway we called it a soogone not correct spelling but the twist and pull from the bottom best rope of all .
I remember as a young lad making hay cocks. The welsh word was “mwdwl” We made them quite a bit smaller. Then baling became fashionable and the ancient are of building a mwdwl was lost.
Ah lovely stuff! well done everyone
Always wanted to do a kock of hay my great grandfather told me 2 weeks ago about hay but I am a child so I cant decide but I do live on a farm
Now, I'll just throw in this memory, I can't remember his name, but he played the fiddle at Francis O Rourke s wake in 4 Bredagh, he was a mechanic, I don't know what his life was like at home, or whether he just lived in a cabin, but he couldn't have access to hot water and soap, he was always covered in oil. His face was black with oil from his hard work, does anyone remember him ? Surely 1980's sometime.
I loved the smell of hay
I am Indian our father did this long ago but like it
Very illuminating video...I can see that air circulation throughout the stack should be very good like this, but I wonder if it would be possible to do something similar with long, narrow stacks, or would there be a downside to that?
We used to put 3 Hazel sticks tied together on the top, so that the hay would not heat.
Good video thanks for sharing👴.
Most of it will not get spoiled using this technique I take it? Pretty cool. Thanks for the upload. I will try it.
Nope it last through all winter feeding the cows and sheepies
Is that Martin Flaherty on the tractor?
I remember Barney Doonans old old house. So that will surprise ye !
I would have liked to have heard an explanation of the technique used, not everything is visibly apparent.
Otherwise, a lovely video.
I need something to wash the hay dust down! How about a pint of stout.
Excellent.
What is the name of the machine attachment that is gathering up the hay?
Cool
oh for god sakes
wot if it rains
I get wet
They water proof it
this seems like black magic. make rope out hay to tie hay up with? think build hand bale squre baler even round baller so Roll bale like wheel barn. but think grow flax get string. break hard stalk get blond hair look stuff tie nots got rope this real rope. no breaks.
can feed rope to goats or cows? had hay hate that goat eat but held together sawing thread so get back very fast get ride hat.