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There Is Only One Earth

The Lord God then took the man and settled him in the garden of Eden, to cultivate and care for it.
And God said, “See, I have given you every herb that yields seed which is on the face of all the earth, and every tree whose fruit yields seed; to you it shall be for food.
Also, to every beast of the earth, to every bird of the air, and to everything that creeps on the earth, in which there is life, I have given every green herb for food”; and it was so”
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[Book of Genesis].

There is only one ‘Earth’ as we know it and in the last 50 years, the human population has doubled, our global economy has quadrupled and global trade has increased ten times.

Presently, 1.6 Earths would be required to meet the demands that we as humans now make on mother nature each year.

Here in Thurles and elsewhere engineers, fronted by pointless, powerless elected local representatives, continue to make changes to our ecosystem without the consent of our local community. Some do so knowingly, others are negligent through wilful ignorance and a lack of basic biodiversity education.

Biodiversity encompasses the millions of species resident on our planet, from our plant life; our animals, to the fungi and bacteria and the genetic diversity among them.

The very air we breathe, the water and food we consume all rely on biodiversity. Thus when one of these components are changed or removed, then the entire system becomes affected, thus producing a positive or, worse still, a negative consequence on our communities.

Think about it for a moment. Nature provides us with our oxygen, it purifies the water we drink, it ensures fertile soil, and it produces the variety of foods we require to stay healthy and to resist the abnormal condition that negatively affects our bodies. With growing everyday knowledge, it offers substances for developing medicines and even helps mitigate the impact of climate change by storing carbon and regulating local rainfall.

It is therefore with great disappointment, over the past 12 days we have watched the destruction of biodiversity at Lady’s Well in Thurles and the total disregard for Section 40 of the Wildlife Act, by Green Party Minister Mr Malcolm Noonan and his staff at the National Parks & Wildlife Service, latter who were warned in advance of this intended destruction.

Tarmac now appears to be the order of the day, removing the naturally occurring Bluebells, Primroses, Dandelines, Daffodils, Cowslips, Woodland Violets, Cow Parsley, Cuckoo Flower, Buttercups, Yellow Iris, Brassica, all evident for the enjoyment of the leisurely walker.
Gone also are the 3 seats, so enjoyed by the unhurried elderly visitor.

Trees and their roots have been damaged while the quality of the water in the river Suir itself is being continuously ignored, courtesy of Irish Water, which allows sewage to flow, unabated, into the river.

The main purposes of introducing Section 40 of the Wildlife Act, was to protect bird life during the nesting season, to help prevent forest fires, and to protect vegetation and wildlife habitats during the months of growth and reproduction.
A closed period between March 1st and August 31st was set out in this legislation, during which a prohibition remains in place on the destruction of any vegetation on “land not then cultivated” and of any vegetation growing in a ditch or hedge.

We have a situation here in Thurles where Tarmac is being put everywhere except in our street surface potholes.

Like so many other laws in Ireland, in the words of William Shakespeare, (Hamlet) same are, to our shame, “more honoured in the breach than in the observance.”

Captain Of A Shipwreck.

Captain of a Shipwreck

Song and Songwriter: Neil Diamond

I was lost until you found me.
You’re the reason for my today.
Was tempest tossed, now I sleep soundly.
Thanks to you I gladly say,
That if your goldmine comes up empty
I’ll be there to work the claim.
If you’re a captain of a shipwreck
I’ll be first mate to your shame.
Trust in me to share your burden.
Stand by you where I belong,
When life brings the day uncertain,
I will soothe you with my song.
And if your goldmine comes up empty,
I’ll be there to work the claim.
If you’re a captain of a shipwreck,
I’ll be first mate to your shame.
Fear no flood in stormy weather.
Fear no fire if winds arise.
Flesh and blood, I’m yours forever,
And forever, it never dies.
And if your goldmine comes up empty,
I’ll be there to work the claim.
If you’re a captain of a shipwreck,
I’ll be first mate to your shame.
If you’re a captain of a shipwreck,
You can find me up on the top deck.
You’ll be captain of a shipwreck,
I’ll be first mate to your shame.

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Tipperary Co. Council Officials Write Off Tipperary Heritage Without Public Consultation.

Tipperary Co. Council officials; latter led by Chief Executive Mr Joe MacGrath and Fianna Fáil Councillor & Cathaoirleach of Thurles Municipal District, Mr Seamus Hanafin; last month successfully set about destroying our Thurles Great Famine heritage.
We at Thurles.Info feel it is necessary to fully highlight the serious damage done to the Thurles business community, through the loss of local Tourism, same brought about by the above named, in collusion with their council colleagues/officials/administrators and by Tipperary’s two most indolent T.D’s, Mr Jackie Cahill and Mr Michael Lowry.

The information supplied hereunder; were it to be linked to the now destroyed, Thurles Double Ditch; the existing Thurles Great Famine Minutes – (1846-1847); the newly digitized rare Gratuitous Relief Ration Record Book’; the Widow McCormack’s Cabbage Patch rebellion, (situated in Ballingarry, Thurles, Co. Tipperary); the Mining Museum, (latter situated in the Commons, Thurles, Co. Tipperary); the Tipperary villages of Glengoole; Ballingarry; The Commons, and Littleton, and towns like Thurles if added to the mix, could have been the foundation for much needed Tourism in the county, at no extra cost, whatsoever, to Tipperary Tax payers.

Where are Tipperary’s appointed tourism officials?
Where are Tipperary’s various Chambers of Commerce members?
Where are those people with a mere modicum of basic imagination?

Certainly no current ‘Double Jobbers’; demonstrating imagination were elected, when we visited polling stations in Thurles last election day. But, enough, not to worry, we can correct our mistakes in the not too distant future.

Stephen De Vere (1812-1904)

Stephen De Vere (1812-1904)

We begin with Stephen De Vere (1812-1904) latter born into an aristocratic Anglo-Irish Protestant family that owned large landed estates at Curragh Chase, Co. Limerick and at Glangoole, (Glengoole), Thurles, Co. Tipperary. He was a descended of Vere Hunt, latter a Cromwellian soldier who was first granted land in the mid-17th century.

His grandfather, 1st Baronet Sir Vere Hunt, was a wealthy and eccentric Irish politician, [also known as Aubrey de Vere Hunt (1761–1818).

In all this De Vere estate held considerable land here in nearby Tipperary, in the baronies of Eliogarty and Slievardagh, Co Tipperary. In all, his Tipperary property, comprised of over 6,000 acres and included coal mines at Glangoole, (Glengoole, Thurles), before same was sold off in the mid to late 1850s.

Glengoole, [glen of the coal], in copious documents, is written in various ways down the years; in 1401 it was Glangole; in 1508Glengowell; in 1534Glawngoyle; in 1655 as Glangale, while in the early 19th century, we find the names New Birmingham and Brimigim.

1st Baronet Vere Hunt is chiefly remembered here in Thurles, for his founding of the village of New Birmingham, Thurles, in Co. Tipperary, latter established in the early 1800s, aided by the help of Fr. Michael Meighan, a then local parish priest.
Same was founded for the workers in his then existing coal mine at Glengoole, which at one time employed some 400 workers.
New Birmingham had been chosen due to the existence of a Catholic Church and in Vere Hunt’s own diary, he records having laid out the street pattern himself, in person.
He went on to obtain a charter, giving him the right to hold one or two markets and several fairs, every year. His hope was to turn New Birmingham into a major manufacturing centre, however he failed, mainly due to not having the financial necessities with which to further expand the new village area.

Stephen De Vere, (1812-1904) was the second son of the union between 2nd Baronet Sir Aubrey de Vere (1788–1846), latter an Anglo-Irish poet (a childhood friend of the English Poet Lord Byron), and Mary Spring Rice.

He was born into an aristocratic Anglo-Irish Protestant family. His elder brother was the poet and critic Aubrey Thomas de Vere.
In 1832 Stephen’s sister Elinor would marry Robert O’Brien, the brother of William Smith O’Brien, latter the Irish nationalist Member of Parliament and leader of the Young Ireland movement; arrested at Thurles Railway Station, following the Ballingarry Thurles, Co. Tipperary insurrection/uprising of 1848, (Latter derisively referred to by “The Times” of London as the “Battle of Widow McCormack’s Cabbage Patch“).

Stephen was one of the most influential eyewitnesses of the Great Irish Famine migration of 1847. Despite his great wealth, De Vere felt closest to the Irish Catholic tenants on his estate, many of whom he sought to help escape from Ireland when it was afflicted by the Great Hunger between 1845 to 1849.

It was in that same year that he took passage in the steerage of an infamous “coffin ship”, same vessels then being used to transport Irish emigrants fleeing the Great Famine to British North America and the United States. Stephen De Vere wanted to share and witness, at first hand, the reported privations of the emigrants for himself and share in the horrendous conditions that were leading to the deaths of so many Irish ships passengers. During his voyage, he composed a damning report, now known as “The Elgin-Grey Papers”.

The Stephen De Vere red leather-bound diaries, (See video hereunder) kept during his voyage from Ireland to Canada in 1847-1848, remain today to provide, if needed, an invaluable record of Irish Famine migration.

In his report, Stephen De Vere writes:

“Having myself submitted to the privation of a steerage passage in an emigrant ship for nearly two months, in order to make myself acquainted with the condition of the emigrant from the beginning, I can state from experience that the present regulations for ensuring health and comparative comfort to passengers are wholly insufficient, and that they are not, and cannot be enforced, notwithstanding the great zeal and high abilities of the Government agents.
Before the emigrant has been at sea a week, he is an altered man. How can it be otherwise? Hundreds of poor people, men, women and children, of all ages from the drivelling idiot of 90 to the babe just born, huddled together, without light, without air, wallowing in filth and breathing a fetid atmosphere, sick in body, dispirited in heart; the fevered patients lying between the sound, in sleeping places so narrow as almost to deny them the power of indulging, by a change of position, the natural restlessness of the disease; by their agonized ravings disturbing those around and pre-disposing them, through the effects of the imagination, to imbibe the contagion; living without food or medicine except as administered by the hand of casual charity; dying without the voice of spiritual consolation and buried in the deep without the rites of the Church. The food is generally ill-selected and seldom sufficiently cooked, in consequence of the insufficiency and bad construction of the cooking places. The supply of water, hardly enough for cooking and drinking, does not allow washing. In many ships the filthy beds, teeming with all abominations, are never required to be brought on deck and aired: the narrow space between the sleeping berths and the piles of boxes is never washed or scraped, but breathes up a damp and fetid stench, until the day before arrival at quarantine, when all hands are required to Scrub up” and put on a fair face for the doctor and Government inspector. No moral restraint is attempted; the voice of prayer is never heard; drunkenness, with its consequent train of ruffian debasement, is not discouraged, because it is profitable to the captain who traffics in the grog. In the ship which brought me out from London last April, the passengers were found in provisions by the owners according to a contract, and emaciated scale of dietary. The meat was of the worst quality. The supply of water shipped on board was abundant, but the quantity served out to the passengers was so scanty that they were frequently obliged to throw overboard their salt provisions and rice (a most important article of their food), because they had not water enough both for the necessary cooking and the satisfying of their raging thirst afterwards. They could only afford water for washing by withdrawing it from the cooking of their food. I have known persons to remain for days together in their dark close berths, because they thus suffered less from hunger, though compelled at the same time, by want of water to heave overboard their salt provisions and rice. No cleanliness was enforced; the beds never aired; the master during the whole voyage never entered the steerage, and would listen to no complaints; the dietary contracted for was, with some exceptions, nominally supplied, though at irregular periods; but false measures were used (in which the water and several articles of dry food were served), the gallon measure containing but three quarts, which fact I proved in Quebec, and had the captain fined for; once or twice a week, ardent spirits were sold indiscriminately to the passengers, producing scenes of unchecked blackguardism beyond description; and lights were prohibited, because the ship, with her open fire-grates upon deck, with Lucifer matches and lighted pipes used secretly in the sleeping berths, was freighted with Government powder for the garrison of Quebec. The case of this ship was not one of peculiar misconduct, on the contrary, I have the strongest reason to know from information which I have received from very many emigrants well-known to me who came over this year in different vessels, that this ship was better regulated and more comfortable than many that reached Canada.”

When the then Colonial Secretary of State for War and the Colonies, Henry George Grey, [3rd Earl Grey (1802-1894)] read his damning report of inhumane conditions, and forwarded same to James Bruce, 8th Earl of Elgin, Governor-General of the province of Canada, the Passenger Act of 1847, making “coffin ships” illegal was introduced, although many such ships would continue to operate.

Sir Stephen de Vere would later become a Roman Catholic, from his observation of the peasantry, whom he had often educated, fed and nursed.

Yes, this is the proud history of Thurles and how dare Tipperary Co. Council and elements claiming to represent Fianna Fáil interfere, to destroy our strong heritage!

In The Garden

“In The Garden”

Songwriters: Anne Murray / Tommy West

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
I stayed in the garden with Him
Though the night all around me is falling
But He bids me go, through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
None other has ever known

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Be Still.

“Be Still” – The Fray

Songwriters: Joseph King / Isaac Slade / David Welsh / Ben Wysocki

Christian Thoughts on Good Friday 2022.

Be Still and Know that I am God. – [Psalms 46:10]

Be still and know that I’m with you
Be still and know that I am here
Be still and know that I’m with you
Be still, be still, and know
When darkness comes upon you
And colors you with fear and shame
Be still and know that I’m with you
And I will say your name
If terror falls upon your bed
And sleep no longer comes
Remember all the words I said
Be still, be still, and know
And when you go through the valley
And the shadow comes down from the hill
If morning never comes to be
Be still, be still, be still
If you forget the way to go
And lose where you came from
If no one is standing beside you
Be still and know I am
Be still and know that I’m with you
Be still and know I am

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