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Why Ireland should be your must-visit food destination in 2026
Ireland has always been a place where food is inseparable from the land, the sea, and the people who shape it.

In 2026, that connection is stronger than ever, putting Ireland firmly on the map as one of the world’s most exciting culinary destinations.
With the Michelin Guide announcement on February 9, it is a packed calendar of food festivals, and August is dedicated entirely to celebrating Irish cuisine; this is the year to let your appetite lead you across the island.
As Frank Hederman of Belvelly Smokehouse puts it: “What we have in Ireland is wonderful raw material. Our landscape is at the heart of what we create.”

That philosophy is the backbone of Ireland’s food culture, and the reason 2026 is the perfect moment to taste it for yourself.
A landscape that feeds us well
Ireland’s culinary strength starts with its setting. Abundant oceans. Fertile green fields. Clean air. Wild coastlines. These aren’t just poetic images, they’re the foundation of Ireland’s world-class ingredients and artisan produce.

Farmers’ markets across the island bring this richness to life.
Farmers’ market stalls overflow with locally produced and fresh produce:
– Artisan cheeses
– Local charcuterie
– Beech-smoked Irish salmon
– Soda breads still warm from the oven
– Grassfed beef
– Mountain lamb
– Small-batch preserves and honey.

They’re the perfect place to meet the makers and taste the island’s diversity up close.
Make a start to your farmers’ market experience with these:
– The English Market, Cork
– St. George’s Market, Belfast
– Temple Bar Food Market, Dublin.
If you want to go deeper, Ireland’s food trails and guided tours offer insider access to producers, chefs, and hidden gems from coastal foraging walks to whiskey and cheese pairings, oyster shucking, farmhouse visits, and hands-on baking experiences.
Standout dining experiences across the island
Ireland’s restaurants are redefining what Irish food can be: inventive, rooted, and full of character. From tasting menus to intimate dining rooms in small towns and coastal corners, these spots show just how varied the island’s food scene really is.

Which restaurant is going on your list?
Homestead Cottage, County Clare
A love letter to hyperlocal ingredients, shaped by the Burren’s unique landscape.
The Pullman Restaurant, County Galway
Fine dining aboard restored Orient Express carriages. This is a journey through time and taste.

OX, County Antrim
Belfast brilliance: Nordic precision meets Irish produce in a Michelin-starred setting.
Terre, County Cork
Imaginative, elegant, and technically masterful, a standout at Castlemartyr Resort.
The Muddlers Club, County Antrim
Hidden in the Cathedral Quarter, this Michelin-starred favourite champions bold, modern Irish cooking.

Thyme, County Westmeath
Seasonal, thoughtful, and beautifully. Thyme is a balanced and warm celebration of Irish ingredients.
What to look out for in 2026
Ireland’s food scene is rich, varied, and deeply rooted in tradition – with a modern twist.
Here are the essentials:
Cheese
Since the 1970s, Ireland’s farmhouse cheese scene has grown into one of Europe’s most exciting, from soft goat cheeses to bold blues and alpine-style wheels.

Grass-fed beef
From ancient breeds to Himalayan salt-aged cuts, Irish beef is globally renowned for its flavour and quality.
Seafood
Guinness and oysters, fish and chips, mussels, smoked salmon, Ireland’s coastal bounty is unmatched.

Soda bread
Simple, traditional, and beloved, a daily staple that tastes like home.
Black pudding
An ancient craft perfected by award-winning producers across the island.
Yes, the classics still matter: a hearty stew, brown bread with golden Irish butter, a seafood chowder that warms you to your bones. However, make 2026 the year you go further. The year you explore the full breadth of Ireland’s culinary offerings. The year you discover that Irish food is not just comforting, it’s creative, sustainable, and world-class.
Honourable staff mentions
IrishCentral editors and staff share their favourite places to eat across the island – from hidden gems to unforgettable meals.
Hayes Bar & Kitchen, Glandore, Cork
“There are so many great restaurants and experiences that spring to mind, it’s hard to choose. However, Hayes’ Bar and Restaurant, in Glandore, West Cork, definitely sticks out in my mind. Overlooking the sea and the fishing village of Union Hall, we had the best fish stew. In fact, it was so good we ended up having a chat with the lovely Chef David Wine to steal his recipe.”
– Kate Hickey.

Nevin’s Newfield Inn, Mulranny, Mayo
“Nevin’s Newfield Inn is a must-stop for anyone tackling the Great Western Greenway, or even for a well-timed pit stop on the road to Achill. Its close proximity to the sea means beautifully fresh fish, including one of the finest bowls of seafood chowder you’ll find anywhere in the west. Add in the warm, welcoming staff and a creamy pint of Guinness, and you have a perfect serving of pure Mayo magic.”
– Dara Healy.
Chicken Hut, Limerick
“Chicken Hut is one of the best food spots in Ireland, originally opening as a KFC many years ago by Colonel Sanders himself, which means it genuinely holds the legacy of the original KFC chicken recipe. That history shines through in the flavour, especially in the iconic gravy that people swear by and travel for. It’s not just fast food, but a rare piece of food history served hot, crispy, and drowned in legendary gravy.”
– Jack Conway.
Texas Steakout, Limerick
“One of my standout dining experiences in Ireland was Texas Steakout in Limerick. It puts a confident Irish spin on the classic American steakhouse, pairing top-quality local beef with bold flavors and generous hospitality. It’s a great example of how Irish chefs take global influences and elevate them with exceptional Irish produce.”
– Kevin Hansen.

Ireland is not just a destination, it’s a feeling. Follow your heart to Ireland and discover the adventure that awaits you. Whether you decide to wander through 5,000 years of history in Ireland’s Ancient East, breathe in Ireland’s magnificent west coast along the Wild Atlantic Way, embrace a giant spirit in Northern Ireland, or enjoy the unspoiled majesty of Ireland’s Hidden Heartlands.
This article is presented proudly in partnership with Tourism Ireland. To learn more about Tourism Ireland and get inspired for your next visit to Ireland, check out their website at www.ireland.com.
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Poem of the Week
Anois Teacht An Earraigh
by Anthony Raftery (1784-1835)

The Blind Poet’s Vision of Spring
With the coming of spring the light will be gaining.
So after Brid’s feast day I’ll set my course –
Since it entered my head I’ll never rest easy
Till I’m landed again in the heart of Mayo.
I’ll spend my first night in the town of Claremorris
And in Balla I’ll raise my glass in a toast,
To Kiltimagh then, I could linger a month there
Within easy reach of Ballinamore.
I testify here that the heart in me rises
Like a fresh breeze lifting fog from the slopes.
When I think on Carra and Galen below it,
On Sceathach a’ Mhile or the plains of Mayo.
Killeadan’s a place where all good things flourish,
Blackberries, raspberries, treats by the score,
Were I to stand there again with my people
Age would fall from me and I would be restored.
— Anthony Raftery (1784-1835). Translation by Michael Coady
Below, the full Irish version of ‘Anois Teacht An Earraigh’
Cill Aodáin
Anois teacht an Earraigh,
beidh an lá dúl chun shíneadh,
Is tar eis na féil Bríde
ardóigh mé mo sheol.
Go Coillte Mach rachad
ní stopfaidh me choíche
Go seasfaidh mé síos
i lár Chondae Mhaigh Eo.
Fágaim le huacht é
go n-éiríonn mo chroí-se
Mar a éiréonn an ghaoth
nó mar a scaipeann an ceo
Nuair a smaoiním ar Cheara
nó ar Ghaileang taobh thíos de
Ar Sceathach an Mhíle
nó ar phlánaí Mhaigh Eo;
Cill Aodáin an baile
a bhfásann gach ní ann,
Tá sméara is subh craobh ann
is meas de gach sórt,
Is dá mbéinnse i mo sheasamh
i gceartlár mo dhaoine
D’imeodh an aois díom
is bheinn arís óg.
Bíonn cruithneach is coirce,
fás eorna is lín ann,
Seagal i gcaobh ann,
arán plúir agus feoil,
Lucht déanta poitín
gan licence á dhíol ann,
Móruaisle na tíre ann
ag imirt is ag ól.
Tá cur agus treabhadh
is leasú gan aoileach
Is iomaí sin ní ann
nár labhair me go fóill,
Aitheanna is muilte
ag obair gan scíth ann,
Deamhan caint ar phingin cíosa
na dada da shórt.

I was reminded of what little credit I give sometimes Ireland’s forgotten writers and poets, especially those who wrote in Irish, ‘as Gaeilge’. This struck home when I read again Galway’s blind poet, Anthony Raftery’s ( Antoine O Raifteiri ) beautiful poem, Cill Aodáin – though perhaps it is better known by the poem’s first line, the joyous announcement, “Anois teacht an Earraigh” (Now Cometh the Spring).
“Anois teacht an Earraigh, beidh an lá dúl chun shíneadh,
Is tar eis na féil Bríde, ardóigh mé mo sheol….”
Yes, you know it too, or at least remember all or some of it. Reading it, or hearing in in my mind’s eye or ear, brings me right back to my primary school days. You too? You can probably remember also the smell of chalk-dust and perhaps even the smell of the class-room’s turf-fire and feel the cool, hard wood with the shiny patina on the old twin school desks with the ceramic ink-wells under your oh-too-cold bottom and your skinny legs with the knee-high socks and the long short pants. Enough of that trip down memory lane…’an bhuill cead agam dul amach?’
Sure we all learned it by rote in National School, as we did much of our ‘learning’. Problem is, even though I knew the poem, I felt little empathy with it. I didn’t realise then that his words were straight from the heart, and as rich and clear a description of Paradise or the Promised Land as any poet had ever imagined. Perhaps it was the cold classroom, or the fear of punishment, or the ‘having to learn a stoopid Irish poem’ attitude we all had, but so much of what we were taught could have enriched our lives so much more, had we but cherished it, or been taught how to love and appreciate it.
Antoine Raftery was born in an impossibly overcrowded ‘tigeen’ on a shared small-holding in Killaiden, near Kiltimagh in 1784. He had 8 brothers and sisters, but an outbreak of small pox took the entire family and left Raftery blind. He learned to play the fiddle and was a natural bard. Blind Raftery became the wandering bard of the west in the early 19th century, moving from parish to parish, leaning on the generosity of the local folk who gave him shelter, food and drink, in return for his music and stories. Newspapers were not common and news was spread by word of mouth back then, or in songs and poems, as Raftery did. Like the bards of old he told and retold tales of valiantry, victory, wrong-doings and tragedy to the farmers and anyone who would listen, give him a bed for the night and share a jug of Poitin.
Raftery was well loved by the country folk. He was illiterate, and thus knew all his poems and songs by heart, recounting them at will, or composing new ones on the spot for a challenge or for sport. He had no end of inspiration, what with rebellions, hangings, murders and evictions being so commonplace in that turbulent time, post the bloody rebellion of 1798, the consequences of which he witnessed first-hand in Mayo. He walked a land that had seen terrible retribution, with gallows and gibbets at every crossroads. Later on he saw the rise of land agitation, the Whiteboys and the beginnings of the land league. He composed hundreds of poems, many of which, thankfully, have been handed down and saved. His tale of the tragic drownings at Anaghdown ( Eanach Dhun ) in 1828, is a classic even today.
Raftery stayed in houses he knew he would be welcomed in and looked after. They were not ‘Big Houses’ per se, but comfortable tenant farmers houses mostly that he stayed at. One such house was O’Dwyers in Duniry, near Abbey on the road between Loughrea and Woodford. Even today, the memory of his annual visits there is still remembered. He had many such stops along his well-travelled roads of east Galway where he spent much of his later life, but eventually he himself wore out. He was reputedly ‘fond of the dhrop’, and cranky, with a sharp tongue and caustic wit, so perhaps his true friends were few. Poor Ratfery fell ill and died in a cow-barn in the village of Craughwell one snowy winter’s day in 1835. He was buried at night by torchlight, for reasons I still don’t understand, in a small ruined church-yard cemetery between Craughwell and Labane. So much for his wish to go home to Mayo and ‘be amongst his people’.
Were it not for the poems that have been handed down to us by people who cherished his wonderful words, and the collectors who wrote them down, we may never have had the chance to get to know again his poem about the approach of Spring.
On a Saturday six years ago, (19 February 2010) the Irish Times newspaper published a variant translation in English of his poem. I love how Raftery sets his sights (though he was blind) on the small, simple pleasures, much as we all do and did when visiting someone who was ill or just plain old. Take a minute out of your busy day to read these 16 lines and remember warmly your family and friends who may have shuffled on lately. Or perhaps, they have just gone home to Mayo!
Stories and Tales
Céad Míle Fáilte, and welcome to your Letter from Ireland for this week. We’re motoring through February here in County Cork, and while today brings mild temperatures and that soft drizzle the Irish call “a grand soft day,” the landscape around me tells a much older story. Every hillside, every valley, every stretch of bogland we see today was sculpted by forces that ended just 12,000 years ago – mere moments in geological time. How’s the weather where you are reading from?
I’m warming my hands on a cup of Barry’s tea as I write, and I hope you’ll settle in with whatever you fancy as we explore something fundamental to understanding Irish history: how the land itself shaped everything – where our ancestors could live, what they could grow, how they travelled, and ultimately, why so many of them had to leave.
When Ice Shaped Ireland
Last week, I received a thoughtful message from Thomas in Wisconsin that got me thinking about the deep foundations of Irish history:
“Hi Mike, I’ve been researching my family from County Mayo, and I keep seeing references to poor land, good land, bogland, drumlin farmland, and so on. I’m trying to understand why my ancestors lived where they did, and why they eventually had to emigrate. It seems like geography determined so much of their lives. Can you help me understand how Ireland’s landscape actually shaped Irish history and settlement? Thanks, Thomas.”
Thomas, your question touches on something genealogists often overlook – the physical landscape that determined whether our ancestors thrived or struggled, stayed or sailed away. To understand Irish history, emigration, and even why your Mayo ancestors settled where they did, we need to go back to when Ireland was buried under ice up to a kilometre thick in some places.
The last Ice Age in these parts reached its peak around 27,000 to 21,000 years ago. Picture this: massive ice sheets covered virtually all of Ireland except for parts of the far south (probably where I am sitting right now!) These weren’t static frozen wastelands, but dynamic rivers of ice, grinding across the landscape, carving valleys, depositing sediments, and sculpting the Ireland we know today.
When the ice finally retreated around 13,000 to 11,000 years ago, it left behind a completely different landscape. In the midlands, it deposited gravels and clays in distinctive formations. There were eskers (ridges formed by glacial streams), drumlins (elongated hills shaped like upturned boats), and moraines (heaps of debris). Along the coasts, it carved dramatic U-shaped valleys like Killary Harbour in Mayo, Ireland’s only true fjord. In the mountains, it created sharp ridges and circular hollows called corries (from the Irish “coire,” meaning cauldron).
The Water Couldn’t Drain – And That Changed Everything
Here’s where the story gets crucial for understanding Irish settlement. All those eskers, drumlins, and moraines disrupted natural drainage across the Irish midlands. Water pooled in shallow lakes and hollows, unable to flow freely to the sea. In these waterlogged basins, dead plant material couldn’t fully decompose in the oxygen-poor conditions. Instead, it accumulated, layer upon layer, year after year, millennium after millennium.
This is how Ireland’s raised bogs formed – starting about 10,000 years ago in the midlands where annual rainfall was moderate. In the wetter west and in mountain areas where rainfall was heaviest, blanket bogs spread like a living carpet across hills and valleys. Some areas that farmed during the Neolithic period (around 5,000 years ago), are now buried under meters of bog.
By the time human settlement intensified in Ireland, about 17% of the island’s surface was covered by peat bogs. This wasn’t empty wasteland, it was our ancestors’ fuel source, but it was also land they couldn’t farm. The distribution of these bogs would fundamentally shape where people could live and prosper.
The Forest That Vanished
But there’s another part of this geological story that’s crucial to understanding Irish history, and one that transformed the landscape as dramatically as the ice itself. When Ireland’s first human inhabitants arrived about 9,000 years ago, they stepped into a land that was approximately 80% covered in dense forest.
Picture Ireland as it was then: vast oak and pine woodlands stretched across the lowlands, with hazel, birch, and elm filling in the landscape. The early Irish alphabet used tree names as letters – oak, ash, and hazel were sacred to the celts, believed to hold magical and medicinal properties. Many of our townland names, like Derry (from “Doire,” meaning oak grove), preserve the memory of forests that haven’t existed for centuries.
For the first few thousand years, hunter-gatherers had minimal impact on these woods. But when Neolithic farmers arrived around 6,000 years ago, everything changed. They began clearing land for agriculture – cutting and burning trees to expose rich woodland soils for cultivation and pasture. It was a pattern that would repeat, intensify, and accelerate for millennia.
As farming expanded through the Bronze Age and into the early Christian period, more forest fell. Around 800 AD, population growth led to thousands of ringforts springing up across Ireland, each one representing cleared land, grazing animals preventing seedling growth, and timber needed for construction. You may have seen the circular remains of some of these as you approach and airport for landing.
Yet even with this gradual clearing, by 1600 Ireland still retained about 12% forest cover. What happened next was catastrophic. Under English colonial rule, Irish forests became both a strategic resource and a military target. There was even a proverb at the time: “The Irish will never be tamed while the leaves are on the trees.” The destruction of Irish woodlands was ordered to deprive insurgents of shelter, and to provide timber for England’s expanding navy.
The 1606 Ulster Plantations accelerated the devastation. British “undertakers” received prime lands in Ulster, and their first act was typically to clear the forests – making land suitable for grazing while selling the valuable timber. Irish oak built ships that crossed oceans. It roofed Salisbury Cathedral, Canterbury, and Exeter. Beams from the Shillelagh woods of Wicklow went into St. Patrick’s Cathedral in Dublin. Irish timber became barrel staves for the wine and spirit trade with France and Spain, oak bark stripped for tanning leather.
By the mid 1600s, forest cover had collapsed to a mere 2%. The 19th century brought the final blow. Mobile sawmills travelled around Ireland cutting down the last remaining forests. By 1900, Ireland’s forest cover stood at approximately 1% – one of the lowest rates in all of Europe.
This deforestation had profound consequences beyond the loss of trees themselves. When forests disappeared, so did the shelter they provided, the timber for building, the fuel for cooking (why peat became so essential). Much wildlife vanished – wolves were hunted to extinction by 1786. The Irish word for wolf is “Mac Tíre”, literally “Son of the Countryside”, but the countryside could no longer support them.
The loss of forests also accelerated blanket bog formation in upland areas. Where trees once stabilised hillsides, their removal combined with climate change allowed peat to spread across landscapes that had once been farmed.
The Good Land Vs the Poor Land
However, not all Irish soil was created equal by the retreating ice. Understanding this distinction is essential to understanding Irish history and why certain families ended up where they did.
The best land lay in the midlands and parts of the southeast, where carboniferous limestone formed the foundation. These limestone soils, covering almost a quarter of Ireland’s land area, were calcium-rich, well-drained, and naturally fertile. The grass that grew on limestone land was so nutritious it has become famous for producing Ireland’s finest horses – the limestone enriched the grass with minerals perfect for developing strong bones in young foals.
Counties Meath, Tipperary, and Galway had the largest expanses of this golden land. Farms here could support cattle and sheep year-round if managed properly. Tillage crops flourished. These were the areas that attracted the earliest substantial settlements and later, the attention of Norman conquerors and English planters.
Then there was the drumlin belt – stretching across counties Down, Monaghan, Cavan, Leitrim, and Louth. Drumlins (the word comes from the Irish “droimnín,” meaning “little ridge”) are those distinctive elongated hills that dot the landscape like an open box of eggs. The soil deposited here by glaciers was often fertile enough, but the terrain was challenging. Farms were smaller, more scattered. Yet these drumlins offered natural fortifications, which is why you’ll find so many ancient ringforts and crannógs (lake dwellings) in the drumlin belt.
And then there was the poor land. The mountainous west, the blanket bog regions, areas where thin soil covered bare rock – this was where survival was hardest. In Connemara’s granite landscapes, in Kerry’s mountain valleys, along Mayo’s windswept coast, families scraped by on tiny plots. They developed the “rundale” system – communal farming where the limited good land (the “infield”) was divided into scattered strips among families, while rougher “outfield” land was cultivated occasionally and commonage supported animals through seasonal grazing.
The Bog: Both a Blessing and a Burden
For centuries, Ireland’s bogs were both resource and obstacle. Documentary evidence shows peat has been used as fuel since at least the 8th century. After the destruction of Ireland’s native woodlands – particularly intensive in the 17th century under English colonisation – peat became the primary fuel for most Irish people.
Before the Famine, when Ireland’s population peaked at over 8 million, an estimated 6-7 million tonnes of peat were cut annually. Every rural family had turbary rights – the legal right to cut turf from local bogs. Interfering with these rights was one of the surest ways for a landlord to provoke disturbances.
The bogs also served as refuge and resistance. Their maze-like quality, with eskers providing the only reliable passes through extensive wetlands, sheltered people from invaders. Medieval clans knew every safe pathway through their local bogs. The great esker called the Eiscir Riata was an ancient highway through the midlands, marked by monastic settlements like Clonmacnoise that grew up along its route.
But bogs also represented lost agricultural potential. From 1716 onwards, the Irish Parliament passed Act after Act attempting to encourage bog drainage and reclamation. The English colonizers saw bogs as “wasteland” that should be converted to productive farmland. This often displaced people who depended on bog resources for survival.
Coasts, Islands, and the Sea Highway
While the interior presented challenges, Ireland’s extensive coastline – among the longest in Europe relative to land area – offered different opportunities. The same glacial processes that disrupted inland drainage created a dramatically indented coastline with countless natural harbors, sea loughs, and sheltered bays.
For thousands of years, the sea was Ireland’s highway. It was far easier to travel by boat along the coast than to trek across boglands and mountains. Viking settlers in the 9th and 10th centuries understood this instinctively – they established all of Ireland’s major towns (Dublin, Limerick, Cork, Waterford, Wexford) as coastal trading posts.
Ireland has hundreds of offshore islands – some historians count over 600, though only about 60 are inhabited today. The Aran Islands, the Blaskets, Tory Island, Achill, Cape Clear, Sherkin, Dursey – each developed its own distinctive culture shaped by maritime life. Island families fished in treacherous waters using currachs (lightweight boats), dragged seaweed from beaches to fertilize their thin soils, and built intricate patterns of stone walls from rocks cleared from their fields.
These islands weren’t isolated backwaters – they were connected to trading networks stretching to Spain and France. Archaeological excavations on Dursey Island in Cork found houses from the late medieval period dominated by Iberian pottery and roof tiles, evidence of extensive contact with Spanish fishing fleets. The Atlantic was a connector, not a barrier.
How Geology Shaped History and Emigration
Now we can understand how all of this shaped Irish history and why emigration became such a defining feature of Irish life, Thomas.
The fertile limestone lowlands supported larger, more prosperous populations. These areas were conquered and colonized first. The best land went to English and Anglo-Irish landlords. Native Irish were progressively pushed to marginal lands – mountains, bogs, rocky western coasts.
Population growth in the 18th and early 19th centuries hit these marginal areas hardest. Families subdivided their small holdings among children. The land could barely support one family, yet it was divided among three or four. People turned increasingly to the potato, which could produce more calories per acre than any other crop and could grow even in poor soil.
When the potato blight struck in 1845, it devastated these overcrowded marginal lands. The geology that made western counties like Mayo, Sligo, and Kerry so vulnerable – thin soil, excessive moisture, limited tillage land – turned a crop failure into a catastrophe. The drumlin belt of Ulster and Connacht, where farms were already small and subdivision had gone too far, suffered terribly.
But there was another factor that made the Famine catastrophic: the near-complete absence of forests. In earlier periods of hardship, Irish people could have relied on woodland resources – foraging for nuts and berries, hunting game, gathering firewood, finding shelter. By the 1840s, those options had vanished. The forests that might have provided supplementary food and fuel were long gone, replaced by exposed fields wholly dependent on a single crop.
Look at Mayo, Thomas – your ancestral county. Between 1841 and 1851, the population collapsed from 388,887 to 274,830. The blanket bogs couldn’t feed anyone. The thin coastal soils failed. The forests that might have offered some buffer had been cleared centuries before. There simply wasn’t enough good land to support the population that subdivision and potato dependency had created.
This is why emigration became not just common but necessary. The land itself – shaped by ice 12,000 years ago – determined who could stay and who had to leave. Emigrants from limestone lowlands of Meath or Tipperary might have had options. Emigrants from the bogs of Offaly, the mountains of Kerry, or the stony fields of Connemara often had none.
The geology explains the “ladder of emigration” too. Sons and daughters left first, usually women who found work as domestics in American cities. They sent money home – “remittances” that kept families afloat. This money often paid for siblings to follow. Between 1856 and 1921, women made up half of all Irish emigrants – extraordinarily high compared to other nationalities. They weren’t leaving opportunity behind; they were leaving land that couldn’t support them.
Reading the Landscape Your Ancestors Knew
When you’re researching your Mayo ancestors, Thomas, look at the land itself. Was their townland in fertile valley bottom land or on exposed hillside? Near bog or on free-draining soil? Close to the coast or inland? These details tell you volumes about their lives.
If they farmed limestone lowland, they probably had options before emigrating – they may have left for opportunity rather than desperation. If they lived on blanket bog margins or mountain slopes, emigration may have been the only path to survival.
The 1901 and 1911 censuses ask about the quality of land – “1st class,” “2nd class,” “3rd class,” or “4th class” (bog or waste). This isn’t just administrative detail – it’s the story of your family’s daily struggle with geology.
Understanding how ice shaped Ireland’s landscape, how drainage patterns created bogs, how limestone formed good land while granite meant hardscrabble farming, how forests were systematically cleared – this explains patterns in Irish history that might otherwise seem random. It explains why certain areas emptied out during the Famine while others held population better. It explains why the west bled emigrants while the east urbanized. It explains why your ancestors made the choices they did.
The Ireland we see today – its drumlins and eskers, its bogs and limestone plains, its dramatic coasts and scattered islands, its treeless fields and stone walls – all of this was shaped first by ice, then by water and vegetation, and finally by human hands removing the forests that once dominated the landscape. For 10,000 years these forces molded the land. And then for a mere two or three centuries, that land shaped our ancestors’ lives, determining who thrived and who emigrated, whose families expanded and whose were scattered across oceans.
Today, Ireland is slowly beginning to reclaim its forests. Reforestation efforts, native woodland schemes, and rewilding projects are attempting to restore what was lost. But in your ancestors’ time, Thomas, they lived in a largely treeless landscape carved by ancient ice, where the quality of soil and the distribution of bog determined everything. That’s the deep history beneath your genealogical research.
Thanks for such a thought-provoking question. I’d love to hear from our other readers – how do you think the landscape shape your ancestors’ lives? What did they say about the land they farmed or left behind? Do HIT REPLY and let me know.
That’s it for this week.
Slán for now,
Mike.
The Night of the Big Wind, or
Oíche na Gaoithe Mhóire
This World Radio Day,
Celebrating inventor Guglielmo Marconi’s Irish connection
As we celebrate the birth of radio on February 13, here’s a look at Guglielmo Marconi’s incredible link with the creators of one of the world’s most famous Irish whiskeys.

The invention of the radio changed the world completely and you may be surprised to learn that its inventor, Guglielmo Marconi’s mother was, in fact, a member of the Jameson family.
Yes, Annie Jameson, married to Giuseppe Marconi, was the granddaughter of John Jameson, who founded the famous Irish whiskey distillers Jameson & Sons in Dublin in the 1780s.
Annie’s father, John Jameson’s son Andrew, was a famous distiller in his own right as well, founding a Jameson distillery in Enniscorthy, County Wexford, and settling with his wife Margaret Millar in Daphne Castle, on the outskirts of Wexford.
Although born in Bologna, Italy, on April 25, 1874, it’s amazing to think that the pioneer of radio communication and inventor of the first practical system of wireless telegraphy has an Irish family connection and such a remarkable Irish heritage.
But wait! This isn’t the last of Marconi’s Irish connections. Not only was his mother Irish, but he married an Irish woman. On March 16, 1905, the famous inventor married the Hon. Beatrice O’Brien, a daughter of Edward Donough O’Brien, 14th Baron Inchiquin, and High Sheriff of Clare.
O’Brien, in fact, grew up in Dromoland, Co. Clare, but moved to London with her mother in 1900 after the death of her father. It was here that she met Marconi, who lived up to the Italian passionate personality stereotype by immediately breaking off his engagement to an American woman to pursue her. O’Brien wasn’t taken in by his fame, however, and initially declined his proposal only to eventually agree, entering into a very short-lived marriage that was annulled, with both again re-marrying.
And that’s still not all! Guglielmo’s Irish connection continued via his business interests as it was Ballycastle, Co. Antrim, that acted as the site of the world’s first commercial wireless telegraph transmission, performed by Marconi’s employees, on 6 July 1898.
On Dec. 12, 1901, Marconi made history when a wireless signal traveled 2,000 miles from a transmitting station in Poldhu, Cornwall, in the far southwestern corner of England, to a receiving station in St. John’s, Newfoundland.
Marconi’s company had established a wireless transmitting station at Marconi House, Rosslare Strand, Co. Wexford, and begun a regular transatlantic radiotelegraph service between Clifden, Co. Galway, and Glace Bay in Nova Scotia, Canada.
Marconi was awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1909 and died in 1937, aged 63, following a series of heart attacks. His Irish ex-wife O’Brien visited him as he lay in state.
* Originally published in 2016. Updated in February 2024.
How “The Fields of Athenry” became Ireland’s most famous song
Springing up at sporting events and all the way to pub sessions and folk music festivals, “The Fields of Athenry” has become Ireland’s calling card.

“The Fields of Athenry” is the most famous Irish song of its generation, perhaps the most popular ever, yet very few seem to know its history and background.
“The Fields of Athenry” has more than 846 versions on YouTube and has been translated into 50 languages.
Springing up at sporting events panning from Celtic soccer to Munster rugby, all the way to pub sessions and folk music festivals, “The Fields of Athenry” has become Ireland’s calling card.
The song is now so famous that there are even spin-offs of it: Liverpool Football Club supporters sing ‘The Fields of Anfield Road’ with the same tune, and in Northern Ireland, ‘The Fields of Aughnacloy’ has become popular.
‘The Fields of Athenry’ most famous moment
In what was, perhaps, one of its most famous moments, ‘The Fields of Athenry’ was sung for as long as eight minutes in the final game of Ireland’s participation in the 2012 UEFA European Football Championship, when the fans knew the team was knocked out 4-0 by Spain. It was the ultimate tribute to the tune.

Spain’s manager Vincente del Bosque said afterward: “I thought (with) that the Irish fans and players showed us what the game is really about”.
Meanwhile, Arsenal’s famed manager Arsene Wenger, who was working as a French TV pundit, asked the commentators to stop talking so that viewers could hear the Irish singing. The German commentators did the same. It was, by common consensus, one of the most moving moments in sport, a defeated team cheered to the echo by their hardcore fans singing their anthem.
Who wrote ‘The Fields of Athenry’?
Many think it is an old ballad, but “The Fields of Athenry” was, in fact, written in Dublin in 1979 by the incredibly talented Pete St. John. Originally released the same year by the folksinger Danny Doyle, it went on to be covered by more than 500 performers.
Sadly Pete St. John passed away on March 12, 2022, aged 90.
Pete St. John lived an itinerant life – he traveled the world and has spent 15 years in the United States. When he returned home, he saw a country changed with many of the old ways gone, a fact he remembered in his other famous song, ‘Dublin in the Rare Old Times.’

The song made Pete St. John famous and created a new Irish anthem in a country redolent with Famine folk memories even if people do not fully comprehend them.
The most famous version of ‘The Fields of Athenry’ was sung by balladeer Paddy Reilly and spent 73 weeks in the charts early in the 1980s, cementing the imprint of the song on the national Irish psyche.
The song title comes from an east Galway town, 25 miles from Galway City, which few could find on a map. The town would have remained relatively obscure if not for the song, which has made it internationally famous.
The major breakthrough occurred when it was adopted by Celtic Football Club as their anthem. Pete St. John remembers singing the song acapella before 60,0000 Celtic fans and feeling overwhelmed when they all joined in. The song never looked back after.
A hit song about the Great Irish Famine
Speaking to the Scottish Daily Record in 2004, St. John said that ‘The Fields of Athenry’ “is a song about the potato famine in Ireland – it’s that simple. I’d gone to Galway and read some Gaelic tracts about how tough life was in those dreadful times”.
“The people were starving and corn had been imported from America to help them. But it was Indian corn with a kernel so hard that the mills here in Ireland couldn’t grind it”.
“So it lay uselessly in stores at the docks in Dublin. But nobody trusted the authorities – the Crown – to tell them the truth, so hundreds of starving Irish people marched on the city to get the grain. Some were arrested and shipped off to Australia in prison ships”.
“I wrote a ballad about it, inventing Michael, Mary, and a baby – a family torn apart because the husband stole corn to feed his family.”
“The ‘Trevelyan’ in the lyric was the Crown agent at the time, he did exist. That inspired the line ‘Against the famine and the Crown I rebelled'”.
“All this information came from Galway, so I set the song in Athenry, a little Galway village where the potato fields lay empty … the fields of Athenry.”
After Paddy Reilly, Pete St. John’s now-famous tune went on to be covered by
several other Irish artists, including The Dubliners, Paddy Reilly, Frank Patterson, Danny Doyle, Johnny McEvoy, Mary Black, Dublin City Ramblers, Luke Kelly, Ronnie Drew, The Barleycorn, Sonny Knowles, Brendan Shine, Daniel O’Donnell, and countless others.
As Sean Laffey, editor of Irish Music magazine stated: “Pete St. John’s the ‘Fields of Athenry’ has become an anthem for the masses (after being brilliantly interpreted by Paddy Reilly) in much the same way as the Corrie’s ‘Flower of Scotland’ is now almost the unofficial national anthem of the Scots.”
“Remember these were written when pop music was at its most pervasive, yet the folk quality of the songs has triumphed over the ephemeral fashions… The value of songs like the ‘Fields of Athenry’ is truly priceless.”
‘The Fields of Athenry’ lyrics
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling
Michael they are taking you away
For you stole Trevelyn’s corn so the young might see the morn
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you’re free
Against the Famine and the Crown, I rebelled they ran me down, now you must raise our child with dignity
By a lonely harbor wall
She watched the last star falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she’ll wait and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It’s so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
What’s your favorite version of ‘The Fields of Athenry’? Let us know in the comments!
* Originally published in Jan 2017. Updated in March 2023.
Céad Míle Fáilte, and welcome to your Letter from Ireland for this week. Here in County Cork, we’ve had the kind of soft February rain that the farmers say is worth its weight in gold – the kind that soaks in rather than running off. The fields are responding with that first flush of new growth that hints at spring. I’m watching a robin rooting in some new earth outside my window as I write, bold as brass despite the drizzle. How are things in your part of the world today?
I’ve got my cup of Lyons’ tea at hand, and I hope you’ll join me with whatever you fancy as we settle into today’s letter. Given the fact that this is Valentine’s weekend, I want to take you back to a particular Thursday in late February, 1887, in the town of Ennistymon in County Clare. Let’s walk alongside a man whose profession shaped countless family trees – including, quite possibly, your own.
A Day in the Life of an Irish Matchmaker
Before I take you to the town of Ennistymon, let me share what prompted this week’s letter. Margaret from Portland, Maine, wrote the following some time back:
“Mike, my great-grandmother’s marriage record lists a witness named Thomas O’Brien, and family stories say he was ‘the matchmaker who arranged everything.’ I’ve been trying to picture what that actually meant – you know, what did a matchmaker DO all day? How did they go about their business? Can you help me understand this vanished world?”
Brilliant question, Margaret. Rather than explain it, let me try and illustrate. What follows is my own reconstruction based on genuine accounts, court records, and oral histories from County Clare. So, while the specific character is my creation, I hope that my details of his day reflect the real practices of Irish matchmakers in the 1880s.
Thursday, February 24th, 1887 – Ennistymon, County Clare
Tomás O’Brien woke before dawn in his substantial farmhouse on the Lahinch Road, two miles outside Ennistymon. At fifty-eight, he’d long since handed the farm to his married son, but he was far from retired. As a matchmaker, a role he’d grown into over the past fifteen years, he was busier than ever.
His reputation was spread across three parishes. He had an eye for a good match, a memory for every family’s circumstances within twenty miles, and most importantly, more discretion than a priest in the confessional. In a country where everyone knew everyone’s business, Tomás listened more than most and spoke less than many.
Today would be busy. It was the day before Ennistymon’s weekly market, which meant farmers would be in town, and Tomás had two matters to attend to before the market day itself.
First Appointment: The Widow Considine
By eight o’clock, Tomás was walking the mucky road into Ennistymon, past the stone walls and bare hedgerows. His first call was to Mary Considine’s house on Parliament Street. Mary’s husband had died eighteen months ago, leaving her with a good thirty-acre farm and three daughters, the eldest now twenty-four.
Mary was waiting with tea and soda bread when Tomás arrived. After some pleasantries, the usual comparison of opinions on the weather and the quality of the winter grazing, they got down to business.
“Ellen’s a fine girl,” Tomás began, speaking of Mary’s eldest daughter. “Hardworking, good with the butter and the chickens. Any man would be lucky to have her.”
“She would make a good wife,” Mary agreed carefully. “But the farm can only support one match, and that has to be for Michael.” Michael was Mary’s only son, just twenty-one, still too young to be seriously considered for marriage but already the focus of his mother’s planning.
“Of course, of course,” Tomás nodded. “But I’ve been thinking about the Lynches above in Lisdoonvarna. The eldest son, Patrick, will inherit a good sixty acres. His father spoke to me at Christmas about finding a suitable match.”
Mary’s expression shifted slightly – interested, but cautious. “The Lynchs are decent people. What sort of fortune would they expect?”
This was the delicate part. Tomás had already discussed this with Old Lynch. “He’d be looking for sixty pounds,” he said, watching Mary’s face. “And Ellen’s keep must be good – she’d have her own room off the kitchen, not squeezed in with the older relatives.”
Mary was quiet for a moment, calculating. Sixty pounds was steep, but manageable if she sold some cattle. And more importantly, it would secure Ellen’s future, leaving Mary’s resources available for matches for the younger girls and eventually for Michael.
“I’d want to see the place first,” Mary said finally. “And Ellen should meet the boy – I’ll not have her going in blind.”
“Naturally,” Tomás agreed. “I tell you, let me speak with Lynch again. Perhaps after next week’s market, we might arrange a viewing. Casual-like, as if you were just passing by.”
They both knew nothing would be casual about it, but appearances had to be maintained.
A Second Call: Michael O’Loughlin
By ten o’clock, Tomás was walking up the hill past the ruined Ennistymon Castle toward the O’Loughlin farm, a solid forty-five acres of good grazing land. He’d been working on this match for three months now, and today might just see the end of it.
Michael O’Loughlin, thirty-six years old, had finally worn down his father’s resistance to stepping aside. Old Loughlin would keep a room in the house and a “walking allowance” of ten pounds a year, but the farm was ready to pass to the younger man.
Michael was waiting in the kitchen, his father notably absent – probably in the pub, Tomás thought, still sulking about the arrangement.
“Well?” Michael asked immediately. “Will the Daly girl have me?”
Tomás allowed himself a small smile. “The Daly girl’s father’ll have you, which amounts to the same thing. Forty pounds fortune, as we discussed. She’s willing.”
“Willing?” Michael looked nervous now that it was real. “Has she… has she said anything about me?”
Tomás had been doing this long enough to recognise the signs. Michael O’Loughlin, for all his practical approach to the match, was hoping for something more than just a business arrangement.
“She says you seem a decent man with a good farm,” Tomás replied truthfully. “She could have done worse. And Michael, I’ve seen the way she looks when your name is mentioned. Give it time, these things have a way of working out.”
They discussed the final details: the wedding would be in May, after the spring work was done. The Dalys would provide a milk cow, twenty laying hens, and household linens as part of the arrangement. O’Loughlin would provide a cart and harness for the bride’s use.
“One more thing,” Tomás added as he prepared to leave. “Your father will need careful handling. Make sure he knows he’s still respected in the house. A man don’t give up his farm easy, even when it’s time.”
Afternoon Business: The Murphy Brothers
After a dinner of bacon and cabbage at Hayes’s on Main Street, the Murphy brothers, James and Patrick, caught him as he left the pub. They were landless labourers, living in a cottage on another man’s farm, and had no business with a matchmaker as they had nothing to offer. But James pulled Tomás aside anyway.
“My sister Katie is nineteen now,” James said quietly. “She’s got nothing, Mr. O’Brien, no fortune at all. But she’s strong and healthy, and can work like two women. Is there any man at all who might take her without a fortune?”
Tomás’s heart sank slightly. This was the hard part of his role. Katie Murphy was one of thousands of Irish girls with no dowry and therefore almost no prospect of marriage. The system he operated within had no place for her.
“I’ll keep her in mind,” he said gently. Sometimes a man loses a wife and needs a housekeeper who might become more. Or an older widower with children to raise. “It’s not impossible, James.”
But, they both knew that it nearly was. Most likely, Katie Murphy would emigrate to America or England, or remain unmarried in Ireland. The system was cruel to those without land or fortune.
Preparing for Market Day
By four o’clock, Tomás was making his rounds of the town, subtly letting certain people know he’d be at the market tomorrow, available for “a word” if needed. He stopped at the forge, the drapery shop, the church where Father Murphy was reading his breviary.
These casual conversations were how much of his business came to him. A father might mention his son was nearing thirty. A mother might sigh about her daughter’s prospects. A farmer might mention he was thinking of retiring. Tomás listened more than he spoke, filing away every scrap of information.
At the draper’s shop, Mrs. Lynch from Lisdoonvarna was buying thread. Tomás exchanged pleasantries, asked after her son Patrick’s health, and mentioned – as if in passing – that he’d been thinking Patrick was ready for the responsibility of a wife and farm.
“Indeed he is,” Mrs. Lynch said carefully. “His father and I have been discussing the matter.”
“I may know of a possibility,” Tomás said. “A fine girl from a good family. Perhaps we might talk further tomorrow at the market?”
And so another match began a slow dance toward conclusion.
That evening, back in his own home, Tomás went over his mental notes. Tomorrow’s market would be crucial. Old Lynch would be there with his cattle, and Tomás would arrange to “accidentally” encounter him and the Widow Considine near the livestock pens. The O’Loughlin match needed one final detail settled – the exact date of the wedding feast. And there were three other families he needed to have casual words with, planting seeds for future matches.
His wife brought him his tea. “Another busy day?” she asked, though she knew better than to ask for details.
“There’s always work in bringing people together,” he replied. “God willing, we’ll see two or three more matches made before summer.”
What This Tells Us About Your Ancestors
Margaret, when you look at that marriage record and see Thomas O’Brien’s name as a witness, you’re seeing the end result of weeks or months of work like what I’ve just described. The matchmaker wasn’t just present at the wedding, but most likely orchestrated every step of the process.
For those of you researching Irish ancestors who married in rural areas before 1920 or so, understanding the matchmaker’s role helps explain several things:
The late marriage ages you’ll see the records weren’t about personal choice, but reflected the economic negotiations that had to happen first. Michael O’Loughlin couldn’t marry until his father was ready to step aside.
The geographic clustering of marriages makes sense when you realise matchmakers typically worked within a limited area where they knew the families. Matches were usually made within the parish or adjoining parishes.
The timing of marriages often follows practical patterns – after spring planting or after harvest, when money was available and work was lighter. May and January were popular months.
Unmarried siblings weren’t necessarily unlucky in love – like Katie Murphy in our story, they simply had nothing to offer in the marriage market. For every successful match, many people were left out of the system entirely leaving emigration as their only practical alternative.
Census records showing adult children at home often reflect this system. A daughter of thirty living with her parents might have been waiting for her dowry to be assembled, or a son of thirty-five might have been waiting for his father to retire.
When you find your ancestors’ marriage records, look at the witnesses listed. Sometimes you’ll see the same name appearing as a witness at multiple marriages – that person might well have been the matchmaker who arranged them all.
A System That Shaped Generations
The matchmaker was a product of a specific time and economic system – one where land was scarce, holdings couldn’t be divided, and survival depended on making prudent matches. It may seem calculated by modern standards, because it was. But it was also the way rural Ireland functioned for generations.
Tomás O’Brien and men like him weren’t villains or heroes, but pragmatic facilitators operating within the rules of their society. They arranged marriages that secured farms, satisfied families, and sometimes – though it was considered a bonus rather than the goal, resulted in genuine affection and partnership.
So Margaret, when you imagine your great-grandmother’s matchmaker at work, picture something like what I’ve described: a man walking the roads of County Clare, having tea in farmhouse kitchens, conducting delicate negotiations in careful language, trying to fit together the complex puzzle of available farms, marriageable sons and daughters, and families’ competing needs.
Your family tree exists because somewhere in its branches, a matchmaker did his job well.
How about the rest of our readers? Have you found evidence of matchmakers in your family records? Do you have stories passed down about “the match”? I’d love to hear about them – so do HIT REPLY and let me know.
That’s it for this week,
Happy Valentine’s Weekend!
Slán for now,
Mike.
The Irish history of speed skating
The Donoghue family made an incredible contribution to speed skating, not just in terms of racing but also in skate design.

With the Winter Olympics upon us, we have a chance to watch sports that we rarely see. Sports such as curling, luge, bobsleigh, and speed skating.
While the sport of speed skating has never taken off in Ireland due to a lack of ice, the country has some representation on the international stage thanks to Canadian-born Ryan McAnuff and Australian-born Liam O’Brien. Both compete in short track racing and had hopes of competing at Milan Cortina. Unfortunately, neither were successful in their efforts. For O’Brien, it would have been a chance to follow in the skates of his older sister Danielle, who competed in ice dance for Australia in 2014.
No doubt both McAnuff and O’Brien are proud to represent Ireland in their chosen sport. I wonder if they are aware of an important historical Irish link to speed skating, all down to one Irish-born father and his American-born sons.
The Hudson River in New York doesn’t freeze each winter like it used to in the 1800s. Back then, the winter months saw New Yorkers take to the ice for their enjoyment, but also to be competitive, and among the competitions was speed skating.
In the 1860s, while the United States was in the midst of a civil war, the city of Newburgh, just north of New York City, became known as the cradle of American speed skating. At the centre was Irish-born Timothy Donoghue. He was a Civil War veteran who had moved to the States with his family as a child. He is not to be confused with another Timothy Donoghue, born in Tipperary, who won a medal of honour during the conflict with the 69th New York Infantry, nicknamed the Fighting Irish. Our speed skating Donoghue was a lieutenant with the Newburgh Guards. He was also one of the best skaters of the era. He won a national championship in 1864, and it is said that he won enough prizes to decorate an entire wall. His successes earned him the nickname the “Newburgh Cyclone.”
He wasn’t just known for speed, he was also known for his endurance. In 1872, he skated 30 miles up the frozen Hudson River to Poughkeepsie and back home. Then in the afternoon, he skated even further, going all the way up to the New York state capital, Albany, taking him over five hours. An incredible achievement.
Donoghue was also a champion rower. He also built boats and operated a business making oars considered the world’s best.
Interested in design, he was a pioneer in terms of speed skate design. He made all his own skates, which played a big part in his success. He skated with longer irons on the skate, which gave him an advantage as he didn’t have to swing his arms.

His three sons Timothy Jr, James, and Joseph would benefit from his skate designs and expert training.
Joseph was the standout of the three brothers, reaching the pinnacle of the sport. Born in 1871, he won the state championship in 1887 and two years later travelled to Europe, where he developed a rivalry with Russian Alexander Panschin. Panschin was typically stronger at the shorter distances, whereas Donoghue excelled at the longer distances. The two would compete in various competitions in the Netherlands (a speed skating stronghold), Germany, Norway, and Austria. While skating in Vienna, Donoghue broke the two-mile record, for which the Vienna skating club presented a diamond ring.

Back home in the States, Joe was a member of the well-to-do Manhattan Athletic Club. The club, nicknamed the “Cherry Diamonds,” was one of the first athletic clubs in New York, forming in 1877. He continued to have success at home and in 1890 returned to Europe to prepare for the World Championships in January 1891. After a training camp in Norway, Donoghue went to Amsterdam in high hopes. He conquered all before him, winning all four distances. He could truly claim to be the world champion, bringing much joy to his father, mother Margaret, his seven siblings, and the city of Newburgh.
At the same time that Joe was enjoying success at amateur level, in professional skating, Canadian Hugh McCormick was world champion in both 1890 and 1891. Hugh’s father Ralph was from Ireland and had settled in New Brunswick, where the frozen lakes and rivers were fertile ground for speed skating. Hugh was a professional skater from 1883 to 1895 and won numerous events from provincial championships, national championships, and North American championships.
It seems that Joe and Hugh did skate against each other in training sessions, but not competitively.

The success of 1891 was Joe’s high point. Soon after, speed skating began to evolve, moving indoors to rinks. Donoghue had grown up skating on natural ice and was unable to adapt to the confines of the rink. He specialised in long-distance skating and in 1893, he broke the record time for 100-mile skating, a record that stood until the 1960s. Joe was the first American to claim a speed skating world championship and was the only American to win it until Eric Leiden won it in 1977. Joe passed away in 1921, his father having passed in 1897. Joe was the first inductee in the National Speedskating Museum and Hall of Fame in 1960.

The Donoghue family made an incredible contribution to speed skating, not just in terms of racing but skate design. They were pioneers and innovators. The Donoghues were central to establishing an interest in speed skating in the United States.
Today, the United States is among the best at speed skating, considered third in the world behind the Netherlands and Norway. Jordan Stolz won Gold for the US on February 11 in the 1000 meters with an Olympic record time of 1:06.28, while flag bearer Erin Jackson, who placed sixth in the Women’s 1000m, seeks to defend her 500m title on Sunday.
*Samuel Kingston is a sports historian from Clonakilty, West Cork. You can follow him on The Irish World of Sport on Instagram and Facebook.
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Over €20,000 raised to help release Irish man detained by ICE
The latest update on the GoFundMe, which had reached over $28,000 (approx €24,000), said he and his wife Tiffany are ‘praying for a miracle’ that he could be released.

More than €20,000 has been raised to help release Séamus Culleton, the Irish man detained in the US by ICE, who left here before he could answer three drug-related charges.
Mr Culleton, from Glenmore in Kilkenny, told of the ‘nasty’ conditions he is faced with at the centre in El Paso, Texas, which he equated to a ‘modern-day concentration camp’.
The 38-year-old, who was running a plastering business in Boston, was detained by the US’s Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) in September 2025 for overstaying his 90-day visa. He arrived in the US in 2009.
However, we revealed Mr Culleton had three outstanding charges relating to drugs before he left for the US.
In a post on social media platform X, the DHS said: ‘How gross. Calling detention facilities a “concentration camp”, yet this individual (who was in our country illegally for 16 years) CHOSE to stay in detention for five months after he was issued a final deportation order and given full due process.

‘Being in detention is a CHOICE – we encourage every illegal alien to take advantage of the CBP Home app to self-deport and have the opportunity to come back to our nation the RIGHT way.’
The latest update on the GoFundMe, which had reached over $28,000 (approx €24,000) for Mr Culleton, said he and his wife
Tiffany are ‘praying for a miracle’ that he could be released.
It read: ‘Séamus had court on 16/1, which continued into 17/1. The judge went back and forth with his attorney for two days and then we were told the judge needed a week to make a decision. A week went by and we found out the judge is siding with ICE and there is no appeal left.
‘This is devastating but now we are using our voices to get his story out there and we’re still praying for a miracle and standing behind Séamus. Thank you for all your support in getting Séamus home where he belongs.
‘Tiffany and Séamus do not deserve this at all. They are good people who work hard and are just trying to make a life together. They are also people who don’t like to ask for help, but right now they need our help.
‘This is a tragic situation, and they are doing everything they can to bring Séamus home, where he belongs.
‘They have both been through hell the past nine weeks. They have been handling all of this on their own and did not expect or want to ask for help, but it has not gotten easier, only harder.’
Extra.ie confirmed that Mr Culleton was charged in 2008 with several offences.
They were: possession of drugs with intent for sale or supply, possession of drugs for personal consumption and obstructing a guard in the course of their duty.
He failed to appear at New Ross District Court for his hearing and a bench warrant was requested. However, it wasn’t issued as he had left the jurisdiction.
He also appeared in the same court in April 2008 for being ‘extremely drunk’ in public and gardaí detained him for his own safety, court reports state.
* This article was originally published on Extra.ie.
Ireland announces new scheme providing basic income for artists
Payment to 2,000 artists selected for the Basic Income for the Arts scheme will begin before the end of the year.

Artists based in the Republic of Ireland are invited to apply for the Basic Income for the Arts scheme, which will see 2,000 eligible artists selected to receive a payment of €325 per week for three years.
This scheme is the first permanent one of its kind in the world and follows a pilot scheme, launched in 2022. The pilot was the first large scale Randomized Control Trial undertaken by the Irish Government and has provided a solid evidence base for the future policy direction of the scheme.
The research revealed that participants in the pilot project showed greater professional autonomy and capacity for creative work, as well as less anxiety and higher life satisfaction. In addition, an external cost-benefit analysis found that for every €1 invested in the pilot, society received €1.39 in return.
Announcing the successor scheme last week, The Minister for Culture, Communications and Sport, Patrick O’Donovan TD, said: “This is a major milestone for the arts in Ireland and how we support the arts. I am particularly pleased that the research my Department conducted provided Government with a clear evidence base upon which to make that decision. Ireland is a global leader in the area of artist supports because of the BIA.”
With a budget of €18.27m secured by the Minister in Budget 2026, the new BIA will operate in 3-year cycles with artists being eligible for every 3 out of 6 years. This means that, if selected in 2026 – 2029 for the payment, an artist won’t be eligible for the payment in the next cycle, but may reapply in the cycle following that. Those who were on the Pilot who meet the eligibility criteria for the new scheme may apply for the BIA in 2026.
Selected artists will receive a payment of €325 per week. The payment will be for 3 years and will also feature a tapering-off period of 3 months at the end of the cycle.

Peter Power, Steering Committee, the NCFA (National Campaign for the Arts) said: “Basic Income for Artists is a landmark commitment by the government to invest in Ireland’s arts industries, highlighting this government’s commitment to contributing to stabilising the precarious working conditions faced by artists.
“Ireland can become a world leader through this unique scheme that ultimately benefits the whole of society through supporting our continued artistic excellence on the world stage.
“The NCFA cannot ignore the importance of this scheme in addressing the broader challenges faced by artists, including housing affordability and the need for sustainable career paths within the arts sector.
“The introduction of Basic Income for the Arts underscores the premise that Government investment in the arts yields myriad positive benefits to society from economic, health, mental wellbeing, education, societal cohesion, diversity, and inclusion, to creativity, critical thinking, innovation, entrepreneurship, global reputation and more. We look forward to its implementation and expansion to include all eligible artists and arts workers in the coming years.”

Research from the pilot scheme collected clear evidence of the consistent, positive impact that the payment has across almost all indicators.
The Minister added: “The BIA pilot research has consistently demonstrated both the positive impact it has had on those in receipt of it and how difficult it is to work as an artist in Ireland given the income precarity prevalent in the sector.
“The successor scheme will help to sustain the careers of those artists who receive it and retain their talent in the arts sector. I encourage artists from all over the country to apply to ensure that those selected for the scheme represent the broadest range of artists practicing in Ireland today.”
Guidelines outlining the detail of criteria and parameters for the scheme are currently being finalised and will be published in April. Following that, the scheme will open for applications in May and these will be assessed over the summer, with payment to selected artists beginning before the end of 2026.
Irish groups at home and abroad demand “no shamrocks for Trump”
Irish groups are again urging the Taoiseach not to meet with US President Donald Trump for St. Patrick’s Day, while Irish politicians have mixed views.

Activists in Ireland and members of the Irish diaspora are urging Ireland’s Taoiseach Micheál Martin not to attend the annual St. Patrick’s Day events in Washington DC which usually sees the Taoiseach present the President with a bowl of shamrocks.
The Derry, Mid Ulster, and Inishowen branches of the Ireland Palestinian Solidarity Campaign (IPSC) have launched an online petition urging all politicians on the island of Ireland to “Boycott the White House 2026.”
The campaign says in part: “We call on all political parties on the island of Ireland to listen to the people and not go to Washington on St. Patrick’s Day to shake hands soaked with the blood of Palestinians.”
At the time of publication, the online petition had just under 1,100 signatures after being live for a week.
Abroad, members of the Irish diaspora have issued a similar message in an open letter that was published on February 10 and is now circulating among some Irish diaspora groups on social media.
The letter, which does not explicitly state its author, demands that the Taoiseach “cancel any and all visitations planned on St. Patrick’s Day with the Trump Administration and take a real stance against the horrendous actions being committed by the US Government.”
At the time of publication, the Irish diaspora open letter had more than 300 signatures from people in the US, UK, Australia, Canada, and Germany, as well as some from Ireland.
Taoiseach confirms White House invite
The petition and online letter have been circulating in the week after the Taoiseach confirmed that he received a formal invitation from President Donald Trump to visit the White House on St. Patrick’s Day.
Speaking at the Cork Chamber Annual Dinner on February 6, he said: “In his letter [Trump] expresses that this visit would be an opportunity to celebrate the warm and historic friendship between the US and Ireland.
“The President also pays tribute to the Irish American community, who have made such an enormous contribution to the United States. He believes this is an opportunity to celebrate the special relationship between our two countries.
“Ireland’s relationship with the United States is as old as their republic and it was a vital one in the foundation of ours.
“It is a relationship which has been strengthened through a shared commitment to engagement and understanding.
“Our economic contacts are of enormous value to both of our countries – and this has at its foundation an open dialogue.
“Our cultural contacts are also of enormous value to both of our countries – and they have evolved through constant contact.
“I am looking forward to my meetings in Washington and to celebrating the 250th anniversary of a democratic ideal which remains an inspiration.”
In recent years, the sitting Taoiseach has been met with calls to boycott the St. Patrick’s Day events in the US, during both the Trump and Biden administrations. Despite the calls for boycotts, the Taoiseach has yet to sit out the longstanding engagement.

March 12, 2025: Taoiseach Micheal Martin and President Donald Trump in the Oval Office of the White House in Washington, DC. (RollingNews.ie)
Irish politicians on the St. Patrick’s Day White House visit
Following the confirmation, Irish politicians have begun to sound off on whether or not they support the Taoiseach heading stateside for St. Patrick’s Day.
People Before Profit TDs Paul Murphy and Ruth Coppinger are again calling for the Taoiseach to nix the White House visit this year. They cite ICE, US actions in Venezuela, threats to Greenland, and Trump’s “Board of Peace” as some of the reasons, with Murphy saying the Taoiseach would not raise the issues in a serious manner.
Micheál Martin shouldn’t go to the White House on St. Patrick’s day, but we know he will & that he won’t raise the cases of Seamus Culleton and all the others who have been held in ICE ‘concentration camps’ for months on end.
No need to imagine, we saw the groveling last year! pic.twitter.com/zdUX2pzEi3
— Paul Murphy 🇵🇸 (@paulmurphy_TD) February 10, 2026
However, TD Holly Cairns, head of the Social Democrats, has not objected to this year’s visit. Speaking at her party’s conference on February 9, she said in part: “When the Taoiseach visits the Oval Office next month, he must make the position of the Irish people clear.
“We stand alongside our EU allies, we are not joining the Board of Peace, and we do not bow down to bullies.
“Now, more than ever, we need to stand up for international law, promote peace, and invest in our defence forces.”
Before the Taoiseach announced he had received the American invite, Labour Party leader TD Ivana Bacik said on RTÉ Radio’s Morning Ireland: “If diplomacy over the coming weeks doesn’t succeed in addressing the appalling threats being made by Trump, then of course Ireland must take its place in solidarity with European leaders who are now calling Trump a bully.
“And we cannot go to Washington with shamrocks certainly in that context, and we cannot allow US planes to use Shannon [Airport] and, indeed, other European countries which have US bases I am sure are having this very same conversation.
“Because it is unthinkable that a US which is militarily threatening a sovereign state in Europe could be allowed to use European countries as military bases for that.”
Meanwhile, TD Louise O’Reilly, whose party Sinn Féin boycotted the events last year, told RTÉ News last weekend that party leadership has yet to decide on this year’s engagements. O’Reilly said it is the Taoiseach’s job to go to Washington, but added: “I don’t think that can be taken in any way as agreement with the policies of the administration, necessarily.”
TD Peadar Tóibín, the leader of Aontú, agreed that the Taoiseach should visit, saying in part: “If we’re going to have a political situation where we only speak to individuals we agree with, we’re never going to be able to persuade or change.”
Tánaiste Simon Harris, the head of coalition party Fine Gael, has expressed his support for the Taoiseach to visit this year, saying: “He should go to the United States. We should always engage. We should always engage, and we engage respectfully, and we engage being true to our values.”
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– Albert Einstein and Charlie Chaplin, 1931

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