The Great Famine (1845 - 1847):

Pale mothers wherefore weeping?
"Would to God that we were dead-
Our children swoon before us,
and we cannot give them bread!"

                                                         Lady Wilde


Irish emigration had long been a factor in the development of the new world, but this trickle out of Ireland became an exodus when famine struck in 1846 and 1847. During the years of The Great Famine, the population of Ireland was halved, as a river of starving Irish flowed across the seas into the New World.

One of the best books on the development of the famine was written by Colm McAteer, and it shows how, as Ireland became more developed, the arrival of potato farming allowed the rural population to continue to climb until it became completely dependant on the crop. When the potato blight struck, the population was in a state of heightened vulnerability.

The famine was the result of a massive country-wide attack by "Late Blight", a fungal disease well known to potato farmers, even now. The suddenness and ferocity of the attack are best described in the following excerpt from the diary of Miss Frances Cobbe, of Dublin:

"I happen to be able to recall precisely the day, almost to the hour, when the blight fell on the potatoes and caused the great calamity. A party of us were driving to a seven o'clock dinner at the house of our neighbour, Mrs. Evans, of Portrane. As we passed a remarkably fine field of potatoes in blossom, the scent came through the open windows of the carriage and we remarked to each other how splendid was the crop. Three or four hours later, as we returned home in the dark, a dreadful smell came from the same field, and we exclaimed, 'Something has happened to those potatoes; they do not smell as they did when we passed them on our way out'.
Next morning there was a wail from one end of Ireland to the other."

The results were catastrophic. In a few years, four million Irish perished of disease and starvation, or climbed aboard "coffin ships" headed for the New World. Many of these were lumber ships, and were glad of a paying cargo to take back, instead of sailing back empty. Others were old slaving ships, hurriedly pressed back into service, to capitalize on the opportunity for fast profits. Few ships of either class were well suited to the task of carrying people, and they often lost many of their passengers to disease and starvation.

The effect of the Irish exodus on the New World is the stuff of history. But when it was over, Ireland was left half empty. Deserted cottages stood undisturbed, their doors ajar, empty vessels on the shelves within, and the sound of the harp vanished from the fields for all time.


               Skeletoned in darkness, my dark fathers lay
               Unknown and could not understand,
               The giant grief that trampled night and day,
               The awful absence moping through our land.

Upon the headland, the encroaching sea Left sand that hardened after tides of Spring. No dancing feet disturbed its symmetry, And those who loved good music ceased to sing.
Brendan Kennelley

(Some of these abandoned cottages still exist, but many were demolished, and the stone reused in walls and new buildings. As we walked past a stone wall in the hills, Colm McAteer pointed out some stones which had been squared at the ends and sides. Walls are made from field stone, so a squared stone would have come from a building, and sure enough, there was a ruin close by. If you are looking for the house of your ancestors, keep an eye on the stone walls in the vicinity.)

The Great Famine did more than destroy; it forever changed the "collective consciousness" of the Irish people. Ireland today leads the world in contributing to famine relief, at least on a per capita basis. The Irish are not only generous with their money and food, but with their own hand. Irish organizers have earned a reputation for their work in foreign lands.


FAMINE

the stink of famine
hangs in the bushes still
in the sad celtic hedges

you can catch it
down the line of our landscape
get its taste on every meal

listen
there is famine in our music

famine behind our faces

it is only a field away
has made us all immigrants
guilty for having survived

has separated us from language
cut us from our culture
built blocks around belief

left us on our own

ashamed to be seen
walking out beauty so
honoured by our ancestors

but fostered now to peasants
the drivers of motorway diggers
unearthing bones by accident
under the disappearing hills



                                                                                         Desmond Egan

Former Prime Minister Mary Robinson said of the effect of the Great Famine on her people:

"more than any other, shaped us as a people. It defined our will to survive. It defined our sense of human vulnerability. It remains one of the strongest, most poignant links of memory and feeling that connects us to our diaspora. It involves us still in an act of remembrance which increasingly, is neither tribal nor narrow."


Sadly, it is now known that throughout the entire famine period, Ireland continued to export food to England.

There's a proud array of soldiers -
what do they 'round your door?
"They guard the master's granaries
from the thin hands of the poor."

                                                                                          Lady Wilde




Homepage; top of page.

McAtear
of Clan Mhac an t'Saoir


"thought of mind, skill of hand, they are our own,
for we are Freemen of Cine Mhac an t'Saoir"


(Talk to every woman as if you loved her, and to every man as if he bored you. - Wilde)

COLOUR: on to Dunree Head.