I see a name and feel again connection
With people I have never ever known
Back in my father’s father’s place
A place he left hoping to return
But in the end he left for good
And came to Tyldesely town
My grandmother could not settle
In an Ireland not her own
So granddad was uprooted
Plucked up from out that ground
And with that transplantation
We lost our earthed connection
To Slingaun and Mayo
And here today I see a quiet notice
A lady who has died in old Mayo
And the names I spy are Tyldesely names
Of a hundred years ago
Of simple Irish emigrants
Who knew they had to go
Cooney and Walsh and Fahy
Were related long ago
And came from Islandeady
And from Slingaun as I know
The old house now is looking fine
Passed through various hands
I visited a few years back
Stood on ancestral lands
But the last of my relations
Died some time ago
And only the names now linger on
To call us back to dwell upon
The ties that really bind
Fahy is gone from Slingaun now
But Walsh and Cooney stay
The people of that neighbourhood
I wish them all good day
For I belonged among them
Although we’ve never met
But my grandfather came from Slingaun
And that I can’t forget
Brian Fahy
11 July 2022
+ The death has occurred of Margaret Cooney, nee Walsh, of Islandeady and late of Slingaun, Westport. This notice caught my eye today and prompted my lines.