Happy St. Patrick's Day!
I thought I'd show you my Irish Shillelagh.
I love it!
It was given to me by my Mother's side of the family
the Collins.
This dear old thing was approx 120 years old
when it was shown to me in the 1960's.
What is a shillelagh some of you may ask?
The internet says...
Sticks have been used as weapons since fighting began, however the skilled use of hardwood clubs by the people of Shillelagh led to these clubs to be called Shillelagh's by Richard II in 1395. With the dispersion of these peoples through the ages the term Shillelagh spread throughout Ireland and the new world in reference to a weighted fighting stick.
When it became illegal for any Irish person to carry a weapon their Shillelagh's were often elongated to appear as a walking stick but were just as effictive a weapon when the need arose. These irish who emigrated to America enjoyed the right there of all men to carry arms and Shillelagh's became very promenant in the faction fights in the turbulant years of the young United States.
Because of the length of this one
it would have been a
fighting shillelagh.
Can you imagine being
boinked on the head with that thing!
I'm afraid my poor old shillelagh
has been banged up in many moves
from Ireland to England to
Manitoba Canada
to British Columbia Canada
and now down here
to Kansas.
If it could only talk
I bet it could tell us some
wonderful stories
of all it's travels.
These clubs and walking sticks are
still being made today even here
in the United States.
This one was made in Ireland from a black thorn tree
but originally they were made from oak.
The bark was left on for added toughness
and to keep them from splitting in the
drying process they were
sometimes buried
in manure piles or smeared
with butter and placed in the chimney
to cure.
I hope mine was done
the latter way!
At least it doesn't stink ;)
While looking up information on
shillelaghs I see there is
a lot of conflicting ideas
on where they came from and what
they were made from etc.
I really don't care.
All that matters to me
is that my loved ones
cared enough for this old
piece of wood
to hand it down for over 150 years
and one day my
children will enjoy it
and pass it down to theirs.
Since these pictures were taken by
our chicken coop here
on the farm I figured
I would join up
with Amy at
for
I hope you'll hop on over and visit
Amy and Richie
and all the other Farm Friends
taking part this week.
Enjoy!
Maura :)