Thursday, April 25, 2013

Liffey Rivers: The Mystery of the Pointing Dog


The Red Rooster Cafe in Mineral Point, Wisconsin, is featured in THE MYSTERY OF THE POINTING DOG--the 7th Liffey Rivers Irish Dancer Mystery, coming in June.

Liffey Rivers has moved to Mineral Point, Wisconsin, where she hopes things will be normal and uncomplicated. She is a freshman in high school and is very much looking forward to enjoying her new life. She has changed Irish dance schools and since her Alaskan cruise, she is finding it easier to socialize. 
















This is an 1871 photo of the Gundry and Gray Deparment Store on High Street in Mineral Point, across the street from the Red Rooster. You can see that there is a black dog (cast in zinc) standing above the premises like a sentinel.  At some point over the years, it was painted gray.



Today, the same dog still stands above what is now The Gray Dog Deli.  It is the mascot for the City of Mineral Point and the students at Liffey's new school call themselves: 'The Pointers.'


                                     
THE MYSTERY OF THE POINTING DOG 
              Coming in late June.

Brenna Briggs is the author of the Liffey Rivers Irish Dancer Mysteries.





Tuesday, April 2, 2013

A DULL DRUID AND THE ORIGIN OF IRISH DANCING


 

I normally do not respond to chat topics but once there was this Druid on a forum that I follow saying that he could not understand why Saint Patrick was celebrated because this saint had more-or-less ruined Ireland and asked if someone could 'enlighten' him. I replied as follows:

I think it is simple. St. Patrick drove all the creepy snakes out of Ireland and suddenly, there was something to dance about! It was the beginning of Irish dance as we know it today. And you must admit, Irish dancing is something to celebrate! It leads to enlightenment! 



That started a chain reaction of humorless people posting that there never had been snakes in Ireland. 

Duh.  

A person from a  zoo even sent a long treatise on ice ages and snakes not liking ice, etc. I thought it had been fairly obvious I was trying to be funny!

The Druid is probably still thinking I am pathetic.  If he checked my website at www.liffeyrivers.com he will think I am possibly one of the most unenlightened people on earth! 

He could be right....


Brenna Briggs is the author of THE LIFFEY RIVERS IRISH DANCER MYSTYERIES


Friday, March 8, 2013

De-Demonizing Ireland At The Hawk's Well



Some years ago, on Easter Sunday, I made it to the top of this mountain in County Sligo where Saint Patrick got rid of all the demons once and for all at the Holy Well located at its summit.


            Today tour buses in Ireland normally take visitors to well known places such as the Yeats grave in County Sligo at Drumcliffe. They don’t look for the hidden Ireland. The places where demons were dealt final blows by Saint Patrick.



            One such place is in County Sligo. A curious Sligo tourist might poke around on  back roads with a detailed Ordinance Survey Map and discover ancient and pre-historic places. A good County Sligo map will show a gap in the Ox Mountains (Slieve Gamph) off the N 59 Sligo-Ballina Road which begins at the turn off for Coolaney. It is marked with a sign.



            The road winds through the mountain gap past the Carraig-na-Seabhach or Carrick-Na-Shee-og (rock of the young fairies), better known as the Hawk’s Rock. This boulder is perched on top of a high hill on the left like a dinosaur nest right outside the little Village of Coolaney, not to be confused with Collooney, which is approximately six miles from Coolaney. The story goes that a MacDonough chieftan gave dowry lands to his two daughters, Oonagh and Annie. Oonagh set up her household in Collooney.  Annie went to Coolaney. 



            Just a bit down the road from the Hawk’s Rock, on top of another high hill, is Tubber Tullaghan known as the Hawk’s Well.



            The story goes that Saint Patrick had undertaken to expel the annoying demons the monk Jocelin had described seven centuries later from Ireland. Seven centuries had been quite enough. The snakes in Ireland were involved in the round-up as well. Patrick (no one has ever explained exactly how he did this) herded all the snakes and demons in Ireland into Mayo and up the mountain known today as Croagh Patrick. He then commanded them to jump off a cliff on the other side of the mountain into the sea. (No matter that there was no sea located at the bottom of Croagh Patrick.) They balked at this, so he took out a little consecrated bell some angels had given him to scare away the demons that had recently harassed him during a 40 day prayer and fasting retreat on top of this mountain.



            The demons could not bear to hear the tinkle of that holy bell. So he rang it again and again until they screamed in a rage and flung themselves off the cliff. But the demons were sneaky. Instead of diving into the sea as commanded, they dove instead into a ravine known today as Demon’s Hollow and hid.



            St. Patrick was nobody’s fool. He followed them down the steep incline as far as he dared and then hurled the bell into the ravine after them. All that bell tinkling terrified the demons and they fled out of the ravine and then flung themselves into the sea (several miles away) in a frenzy.



            Except for one. She was known as Caorthannach, the Fire-Spitter, or, Kerhanagh.  This she-demon who was called the devil’s mother by some, took off running and Saint Patrick pursued her on a mysterious horse that had appeared at the base of Croagh Patrick.



            The lady demon poisoned all the wells she passed by so Patrick could not have any drinking water. He was very thirsty sixty miles later when he arrived at a steep hill outside of Coolaney in Tullaghan. He prayed for water and his horse suddenly slipped on the rocks, throwing him to the ground.



            Right where he landed, pure water began trickling up between the rocks. He refreshed himself and then hid to wait for a sign of the fire-spitting demon. This time, the demon was caught unaware and Patrick managed to chase the loathsome creature into the ocean a few miles away.



            There was a happy outcome! When she hit the sea, a swell was created and the water from the ocean surged up into the new well even though it was miles away. Today it is known that the water in the well does rise up and then go down again with no logical explanation. There are said to be two trout living in this murky holy well which you can only see if your heart is pure. It was labeled one of the ‘wonders of Ireland’ in a guide book written about 1185 by Gerald of Wales, of the Norman invader Fitzgerald family.



            As recently as 100 years ago, ancient rites were still conducted at the Hawk’s Well by the devout. The rituals were forbidden and labeled pagan (which they were, long predating Saint Patrick) by Cardinal Cullen of Dublin in the late 19th century.



            You can still see what appears to be part of a path up to the Hawk’s Well, but it is so overgrown with thistles you are better off making your way straight up the hill, even though weed covered rocks and cow pies are waiting to ambush you. It’s a long way up, but once you are there, the view is indescribably beautiful. There is a trace of a cashel left, and the Holy Well itself, almost at the summit, with a small wooden cross marking it. There is no cup to drink from it, but as the water looks like a death potion, only the fearless would attempt it. Isolated and forlorn, it is hard to believe now that mobs of fervent pilgrims once frequented it.



Directions: Take the Sligo-Ballina Road, N. 59. Turn at sign to Coolaney. Go past the Hawk’s Rock (on your left) Tullaghan is the next steep hill. Turn left at first road past rock. Then turn left again at next road which is a dead end with a few houses. Park at end of road near ruined stone house and make your way up the hill. You will find the Well near the top. It is a hard, although not too steep, climb. Just very overgrown with grass-covered, invisible holes deep enough to twist your ankle.



Brenna Briggs is the author of The Liffey Rivers Irish Dancer Mysteries.                                    www.liffeyrivers.com






Monday, March 4, 2013

St. Patrick Was Nobody's Fool




Apparently Ireland was a pretty grim place before Saint Patrick stepped in and cleaned it up. Ireland had become the country of ‘choice’ for demons and evil-doers.


According to a 12th century monk named ‘Jocelin’ reporting from Belgium, Ireland was a pretty desperate place: "The demons used to show themselves unto their worshipers in visible forms: they often attacked the people, inflicting much hurt; and only ceased from their baleful doings when they were appeased by foul heathenish prayers and offerings. After this they were seen flying in the air and walking on the earth, loathsome and horrible to behold, in such multitudes that it seemed as if the whole island were too small to give them standing and flying room. Whence Ireland was deemed the special home of demons. And lastly, magicians evil-doers and soothsayers abounded beyond what history records of any other country on the face of the earth." 

This explicit travelogue must have been very bad for tourism to the Emerald Isle. Fortunately, Saint Patrick saved the day when he decided to expel the nasty demons Jocelin had so graphically described. Enough was enough. So Patrick (no one explains exactly how he did this) herded all the demons in Ireland into County Mayo and up the mountain known today as Croagh Patrick. He then commanded them to jump off a cliff on the other side of the mountain into the sea. (No matter that there is no sea directly beneath Croagh Patrick.) The demons balked at this so he took out a little consecrated bell some angels had given him for demon control.

Demons could not bear to hear the tinkling of Saint Patrick’s holy bell so Patrick rang it until they could no longer stand it. Screaming in a rage, they flung themselves off the cliff. But they were sneaky. Instead of diving into the sea (which was not there anyway) they dove instead into a ravine known today as Demon’s Hollow and hid. 

Saint Patrick was nobody’s fool. He followed them down the steep incline as far as he could and then hurled the bell into the ravine after them. All that bell tinkling terrified the demons and they flew out of the ravine and jumped into the sea as ordered. Unfortunately, this created another major problem: sea serpents. 

Perhaps Saint Patrick did not evict all of the demons after all and the ones that were driven into the sea vaporized and are today disguised as clouds. The kind that block the sunlight on Ireland’s west coast almost every day of the year. So watch out for any demons St. Patrick may have missed and always carry a little bell with you when you travel to the west coast of Ireland. Just in case.

Brenna Briggs is the author of the Liffey Rivers Irish Dancer Mysteries. www.liffeyrivers.com

Friday, February 1, 2013

Was Saint Bridget of Kildare a blonde?

 
 AND DO BLONDES HAVE MORE FUN?

  
OKAY. Today, February 1st,  is the feast day of Saint Brigid/Bridget/Bridgette, etc. etc. of Kildare.
 
One thing about her has really bothered me over the years. 
 
Since there is a lot of myth involved with her legend, I have buried my resentment up until now. But--I'm letting go now--here goes! 
 
WHY WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO BE A BLONDE? 
 
I am thinking BARBIE mentality or perhaps VIKINGS? 
 
 
Several books about this woman feature covers that make her look like a cross between Barbie and the Bride of Dracula--a blonde with long, flowing blonde hair. 
 
I cut my Barbie's blonde hair off because I was sick of her long, blonde pony tail. I had the very first Barbie Doll in the zebra one-piece bathing suit and I deeply regret that impulse now. But I was a product of the Clairol campaign that blondes have more fun and I was brunette. And I had a terrible smile as well. 
 
Hence the Barbie massacre. 
 
I was never tempted to name one of my daughters after a blonde like Bridget or that blonde from Sweden--Lucia.
 
 
Brenna Briggs is the author of the LIFFEY RIVERS IRISH DANCER MYSTERIES .

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

The Toads Definitely Had It Way Better Than The Frogs.






Some years ago, I posted this Blog from Ireland: 

This year, as you painfully deliberate whether or not to purchase the latest violent electronic games your children are demanding, it might be of some interest to you to learn about a place in Northern Wisconsin where some, if not all, of the designers of these games might very well have been spawned.

There is, or at least was 20 some years ago, a small zoo in Northern Wisconsin that had a pond filled with muskies, which are HUGE fish with big, scary teeth. 

In Wisconsin, you sometimes get a trophy and your picture in the paper if you somehow manage to catch one of them with your fishing rod. Years ago, the famous Green Bay Packers quarterback, Brett Favre, caught a large muskie in record time. His catch made all the front pages of the Wisconsin newspapers because it was so unusual to reel in such a big musky so effortlessly. Men spend years trying to catch one. Some never do. Favre caught his really big muskie within minutes of his first cast. And legend has it, it was the very first time he had gone muskie fishing. 

Anyway, back to the point. At this particular zoo in Northern Wisconsin, you could buy a frog for $1.00 at a little stand. Then you could run over to a little pond with the frog you had purchased and toss it into the water which was stocked with muskies. I watched a little boy do this. He eagerly snatched his frog out of the bucket the frog vendor had provided and fast-pitched it into the scummy pond. 

The the little boy waited eagerly for the inevitable scene from Jaws to unfold. Within seconds, the green, slimy pond water coughed up a gang of hungry muskies--like a scene from a monster movie. Almost faster than your eyes could watch it all unfold, one of the muskies snapped and swallowed the poor frog whole.

Meanwhile, a long, long time ago, Southwestern Wisconsin toads had it much better than the Northern Wisconsin frogs....

Mineral Point, a charming little place in Southwestern Wisconsin, where I happen to live now, was heavily settled by Cornish miners in the early 1800's. One of the quaint old cottages here in an historical area called 'Pendarvis,' has a nice little onsite tour.  On this tour, the guide told us all about how the Cornish miners in Mineral Point ate pasties everyday (meat pies) and how their wives waived colorful scarves to signal them at lunch time that their pasties were ready. We were also told that fermented apple cider was a popular drink with these Cornish miners back in pastie time. It was widely thought then, that if you let large toads live in the miners ' huge vats of fermenting apples, their excrement made the hard cider taste better.

This was certainly a much more agreeable fate than that of the Northern Wisconsin zoo frogs!

Video game designers, picture this: tipsy toads hopping from one fermenting apple to another...

Brenna Briggs is the author of the Liffey Rivers Irish Dancer Mystery Series.

www.liffeyrivers.com

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Liffey Rivers Irish Dancer Mysteries for Christmas

ORDERING THE LIFFEY RIVERS IRISH  DANCER MYSTERIES
CHRISTMAS 2012


BOOK ONE


BOOK TWO

BOOK THREE
BOOK FOUR
LIFFEY RIVERS SHORT MYSTERIES 

BOOK FIVE

The Liffey Rivers Irish Dancer Mysteries are available almost everywhere. Most bookstores won't stock them because they have only so much room to cram in all the classics, best-selling authors and the past year's heavily promoted books. But...they WILL order the Liffey Rivers books for you.  

Best price deals seem to be online at AMAZON--in the US, UK, Euro Zone, Canada and elsewhere.
You can order directly from ORDER page Amazon links.

For AUSTRALIA AND NEW ZEALAND, see the ORDER page.
For SOUTH AFRICA, see the ORDER page.




 Finally, I have a limited number of books for sale from the WEBSITE which can be signed and personalized and include a good luck spaghetti and meatballs charm.


PLEASE GO TO THE ORDER PAGE   
on the Liffey Rivers Website and have a happy, blessed, stress-free holiday season!


 


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