{"id":1720,"date":"2018-10-28T22:57:52","date_gmt":"2018-10-29T02:57:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=1720"},"modified":"2018-10-28T23:03:39","modified_gmt":"2018-10-29T03:03:39","slug":"fwd-ireland-1960-cow-in-the-mine-or-so-i-was-told-i","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=1720","title":{"rendered":"Fwd: IRELAND 1960: “COW IN THE MINE,…OR SO I WAS TOLD.” I"},"content":{"rendered":"

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From: <\/b><\/span>Alan Skeoch <alan.skeoch@rogers.com<\/a><\/a>>
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Subject: <\/b><\/span>IRELAND 1960: “COW IN THE MINE,…OR SO I WAS TOLD.” I<\/b>
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Date: <\/b><\/span>March 6, 2018 at 10:51:20 PM EST
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To: <\/b><\/span>Alan Skeoch <alan.skeoch@rogers.com<\/a><\/a>>
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Note:  Only sending this to a few friends\u2026sounds too self-obsessed\u2026too much about me\u2026too silly\u2026but true hence the pictures.  I cannot believe
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      that Barney and I took such risks  but we did.  Sense of immortality reserved for risk taking males when they are 22years old.  Article is too long<\/p><\/div>\n

for casual reading so I know some of you will press delete.  Good.  Do it.  Why did I write this?  Because my former boss, Dr. Paterson  is writing a book about <\/div>\n
geophysical prospecting in the 1950\u2019s and  he wanted  some material that gives a little twist on the job.  I sent him one short article.  Then I wrote this whopper.<\/div>\n
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IRELAND, 1960:  \u201cCOW IN MINE,\u2026OR SO I WAS TOLD.”<\/div>\n

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     Science says there are no ghosts.   So would you believe folK stories told with no evidence?  Ireland… IN the summer of 1960  a lot of stories were told.<\/p><\/div>\n


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    \u201cProtestants?  We bricked them up in that old church.\u201d<\/div>\n
    \u201cThe pigs got a Nun\u2026tangled up in her habit… all that was found was her shoes with feet inside.\u201d<\/div>\n
   \u201cIRA men hid out in these old mine adits\u2026lived here.\u201d<\/div>\n
   \u201cSome think little people live in the old  mine.\u201d<\/div>\n
  \u201cA cow wandered  into the mine, so the entrance was  filled with rubble.\u201d<\/div>\n
  \u201cWe\u2019re having a  wake for him, he\u2019ll be standing there.\u201d<\/div>\n
  \u201cAn IRA killer lives being that locked door in Kerwin\u2019s pub, been there since Time of the Trouble.\u201d<\/div>\n
 \u201cGerman bomber ditched in that field, the captain came back to see us last summer.”<\/div>\n

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These  are just some of the folk tales told to me in that summer of 1960.  They are the stories I remember.  There were a  lot more that<\/div>\n
I forgot.  Read them again.  How many would you believe?  None?  Well, one story turned  out to be true and linked directly to our<\/div>\n
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The Knockmahon Mine closed in 1879. It was not  a nice place to work\u2026dangerous.  Miners had to climb down a series of wooden ladders in the dark to<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

reach the stopes far below..stopes that eventually extended out beneath the ocean.  Even so, by 1840 the mine was said to be in \u2018the most important mining district in the British Empire.\u201d  The cliffs of Knockmahon drew miners as far back at the 18th century and even deeper in the past.  Lead, silver and especially copper drew mining<\/p><\/div>\n

entrepreneurs big time in 1824, and by 1834 profits rolled in for a decade. Mining costs got higher and higher the deeper they went until the Knockmaon mine<\/div>\n
was  abandoned.   Where did  all the miners go?  They moved, all of them to North America.  Were they Irish?  No, Cornish families from abandoned Cornwall mines.<\/div>\n
What remains?  This chimney and the ruins of the power house.  Both stand as  stone ghosts above the tiny Irish village of Bunmaon, County Warterford.<\/div>\n
What did they leave behind?  Our company in 1960 hoped they left lots of residual copper.  The local Irish hoped the mine would reopen and the region<\/div>\n
become prosperous once again but that was not to be.  There were anomalies\u2026blips on our Turam receiving console.  But the whole area is so badly faulted that no mining<\/div>\n
company  had any prospect of profit.  So the ghost remains.
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   What story was  true?   THE COW IN THE MINE:   <\/p><\/div>\n

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PICTURE:  Some of our crew on the Irish job.  John Hogan (left) and  Dr. Joh Stam (far right), Barney Dwan (4th from left)<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

  We hired several others not in picture.  One handicapped teen ager just guarded the motor generator all day, not worried  about thieves but very worried about cows.
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PICTURE:  John Hogan and i sharing a glass or Guinness in Kirwin\u2019s pub.<\/div>\n

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The Irish job was unusual.  We were subcontracted by Dennison Mining Corporation to see if<\/div>\n
the ancient Knockmahon copper mine had  any  residual copper.  The mine  closed  in 1879,had not been profitable<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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more than a century later.   We?  Three of  us, John Hogan, a geologist employed by Dennison Mines, Dr.  John Stam, a Dutch\/Canadian<\/div>\n
geophysicist, and me, a University of Toronto student whose  job was  to climb through the brier, push aside<\/div>\n
the semi wild hogs  with those lethal  jaws, climb the stone fences,.. Avoid the ticks that covered the cows noses\u2026and  GET THE NUMBERS.<\/div>\n

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For many  moments  I felt like John Wayne, as in ” The Quiet Man \u201c which was running  forever in a Dublin movie theatre. That movie was my introduction to old Ireland.  Could the County Waterford<\/div>\n
be anything like that?  No!  Impossible!   Wrong.  It was exactly like the Quiet Man including the Catholic priest\u2019s concern for his  flock and  red headed colleens living<\/div>\n
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Community life was centred  around  Kerwin\u2019s pub during the week and the local Catholic church on Sundays.  We got to know both places but spent more <\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

time in Kerwin\u2019s than at Mass.  Plenty of black beer with brown foam spilling down the pint glasses.  Guinness stout was new to me then but I got to know it well.  Liked it.
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It was  in Kerwin\u2019s one night that I first heard  about the lost cow and  the hidden mine entrance.<\/div>\n

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\u201cDid you lads get that machine to give you lots of pings up above Bunmahon?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWe call them anomalies\u2026odd readings\u2026I guess  pings  says it all.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cAnything happen\u2026anything go bump or whatever that tin box does?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWe got something up there, yes \u201c Was I betraying some kind of  secrecy by saying that?<\/div>\n
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 $2 a  day  plus  a pack of Wild  Woobine Cigarettes as a bit of a bonus.   Later I added chocolate bars.<\/div>\n
Big man.  Egomaniac.   My boss back in Toronto, Dr. Norman Paterson, wondered  why  I needed so  many men.   I had  an answer but it was  not quite  true.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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\u201cDr. Paterson, I need  four men to cut our lines, 2 men to guard  the grounding rods from cattle and  pigs, particularly the pigs, 1 man  with the front coil,<\/div>\n
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to lift me over the stone fences  and through the thorny briar parches.  Pay all of them a total of around $ 24 a  day plus bonus\u2026cheaper than  cost of  one man in  Canada.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cYes, every  pay day\u2026every week\u2026I give each man a  pack of Wild Woodbine cigarettes  or a chocolate bar..\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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      \u201cCattle have their noses full of ticks\u2026strip every night and check my body for ticks.\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cAnd Dr. Paterson, sometimes  I  buy a round of beer for the lads in the evening.\u201d<\/div>\n
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I  am not sure I said  all this to Dr. Paterson but I was ready to do  so.  Years  later when he asked  me to tell his  men\u2019s club about<\/div>\n
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Barney Dwan was my  Irish sidekick on the job.  We were about the same age and had  a  similar devil may care love of life.  At his suggestion we<\/div>\n
spent many evenings crawling in the old  mine adits  from the copper stained  cliff faces that hung over the ocean.  Dangerous beond  belief really<\/div>\n
for sometimes we were flat on stomachs wedging our bodies (then thin) across  a four collapse  or leaping over a narrow  shaft filled  with crystal  clear water <\/div>\n
that had inched  up from the ocean filled workings far below.  The Knockmahon mine had been worked  under the ocean some time between 1833 and the closing in 1870.<\/div>\n
Men had  climbed  down  these shafts  on long wooden ladders in the dark. In 1960 mine exploration any deeper than the adits would require scuba gear.<\/div>\n
Was there any justification for our risk taking?  Not much.  Although the walls  of the adits  were bright blue and green with copper staining and occasionally pink<\/div>\n
with what I thought might be cobalt.  One of these water filled shafts even had  an old  ladder spanning its mouth.  Was the ladder 90years old or was  it left here<\/div>\n
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 to get a rope.  And if we both fell?  I put that thought aside.  We were across the chasm..  Now and then we would stop and light a  candle just to be sure  there was  enough oxygen to continue.  <\/div>\n

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\u201cIn  the  Time  of the Trouble, people  hid  out in here,\u201d Barney said<\/div>\n
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\u201c1920\u2019s when  the Black  and  Tans were around.\u201d<\/div>\n
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The dark politics of  Irish history took  on a  life of  its own suddenly.  The Time of the Trouble were years of killing by both sides. Irish  nationalists  versus British  imperialists to oversimplify.   When Barney spoke of those years he always had a  lopsided  grin\u2026knowing with that grin that I was likely on the other side of the Union question.<\/div>\n

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\u201cFilled with Protestants in the Time of the Trouble.  They\u2019re still in there.\u201d  And  Barney grinned. <\/div>\n

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part of those years of death and hate.  My  wise  decision to attend  weekly mass  bridged that  ideological chasm. fortunately.  Everyone  relaxed and  told<\/div>\n
funny stories about those past years.  Like the story about Kirwin\u2019s pub.  There was the main  bar room \u2026a low ceilinged tiny space filled  with tankards and<\/div>\n
long  black beer pulls.  Then  there was the locked room.  \u201cWhat\u2019s behind the door, Barney?\u201d  \u201cDon\u2019t go  there.\u201d  \u201cI saw shadows moving  across the gap below the door..\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cOne of the killers lives there\u2026old man now\u2026touched  in the head.\u201d   Killer?  Barney inferred  that a  hatchet man for the IRA was  firmly closeted  behind  that door.<\/div>\n
Was this  true?  I have no  idea.  Likely not for Barney had that  lob side grin when he spoke.  The village  of  Bunhahon was rife with stories like  that.   Twentieth century legends.  Perhaps  containing a  kernel of truth.   I know readers will have a hard time accepting these potentially hate filled stories.  But they are part of the folk traditions.<\/div>\n

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 \u201cMaster Skeoch\u201d he called me that for some strange reason, \u201cremember that story about the boreen we worked across today.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cSomething about little green men, Barney\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cNo, although those stories are told as well.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u2018Is that why few people crawl into the old mine adits?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cSuppose so.  But I have a different story today\u2026a real story\u2026not that those other stories are not real.\u201d<\/div>\n
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\u201cA long time ago\u2026long before I was born\u2026maybe back before the Time of the Trouble\u2026after the mine had closed down \u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cAfter 1870?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cSometime after.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cthe story about the farmer that lost a cow in one of the mine openings\u2026It happened  here in this boreen,\u201d (this valley)<\/div>\n
\u201cNo openings here now.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cThe farmer filled in the opening with piles of wild and rocks…still here.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cBut where?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cright here beneath this patch of brier\u2026story has been told again and again.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cDo you think we could open it up?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWe could\u2026maybe find out if the pings in the tin box mean something.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cGood idea, if Dr. Stam agrees, we\u2019ll hire one of the men to dig here for a couple of days\u2026give him a pick and shovel<\/div>\n
and just let him work at it alone\u2026worth a try.\u201d<\/div>\n

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adit … mine entrance… had filled up with water over the past century\u2026tons and tons of water.  At some point his pick or<\/div>\n
his shovel released the pressure and a wall of muddy water exploded forth.  Scared the shit out of him.  As it would anyone working alone<\/div>\n
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By the next day the adit had drained enough for us to enter.  This was not a small ventilation adit like those on the cliff face. It was a major opening.    Perhaps seven or eight  feet high and four or more feet wide.  Once the draining got down to a trickle all of us walked in with <\/div>\n
flashlights and candles.  The walls were slick with dirty brown chemical staining.  No bright blues or greens or pinks.  Perhaps under the slime<\/div>\n
there were traces of copper but I don\u2019t remember any.  Of  course our attention was riveted on something else.  She was there\u2026in place\u2026exactly as the legend said.  About 100 feet into the opening there was the cow.<\/div>\n
Her body was wedged into a narrow point.  Hips must have got caught and she died there.  Her skull was facing into the mine, her arse facing out.  Just bones.of course.<\/div>\n

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buildings still stood had a wide shaft totally plugged with garbage and dead animals.  This was different.  It had the cow exactlhyin place.<\/div>\n

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Begin forwarded message: From: Alan Skeoch <alan.skeoch@rogers.com> Subject: IRELAND 1960: “COW IN THE MINE,…OR SO I WAS TOLD.” I Date: March 6, 2018 at 10:51:20 PM EST To: Alan Skeoch <alan.skeoch@rogers.com> Note:  Only sending this to a few friends\u2026sounds too self-obsessed\u2026too much about me\u2026too silly\u2026but true hence the pictures.  I cannot believe       […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1720","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1720"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1720\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1720"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1720"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}