From 2014, this is the first piece of any length I wrote on my blog. It’s the story of fairy trees in Ireland. Little “sister” here it is!
I’m in Ireland this week. My husband is here for work and I tagged along. Now this is actually my third time here in the area of Galway so I’ve come to feel pretty comfortable here. I can even give people directions if it’s to one of the major sights. I’ve heard many a fairy tale in three trips and I heard a story yesterday that I just had to share.
The Irish believe in fairies and fairy trees. A fairy tree is a hawthorn tree, of which there are two varieties: white or flowering hawthorns, and black, which do not flower. To determine if a hawthorn tree is a fairy tree, you must break off a branch and strip away the bark. If there is a pink stripe along the grain of wood, then it is a fairy tree. If it is, beware! Do no harm to the tree! However, legend has it that if you are ill, you can ask the fairy tree to heal your sickness and tie a bit of your clothing to the tree. By the time the cloth has disintegrated on the tree, your illness will have disappeared. (I imagine this would be waste of time for something minor like a cold!)
The story goes like this. The Irish highway department was recently building a new motorway from Dublin to Galway and as they were digging the road bed, they came across a hawthorn tree. Every time the bulldozing machine got near to the tree, the motor would conk out. They brought in the mechanic and he could find nothing wrong. Nevertheless they did some maintenance to the machine, filled it with petrol and oil, changed the battery, and so forth. Once again they started to dig in the area of the tree and once again it conked out. This happened over and over until finally they brought in a whole new machine from a different part of the road project. What do you think happened? Yep, the machine conked out!
The next step was to cut the tree down, so they brought in a man with a chainsaw to cut the tree down but as soon as he put the saw to the tree, the chain broke. The same thing happened with a second saw. Finally, they tried using hand saws to cut down the tree but when the men got close to the tree with their saws, they were thrown back from the tree! So if you’re traveling from Galway back to Dublin, you’ll find a slight right bend in the road. And if you look to the left of the road, you’ll see the fairy tree. That’s right, they moved the whole motorway around the fairy tree! Only in Ireland!
What a lovely story.
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed!
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I love this… it makes you believe… at least a little. What other explanation could there be? 🙂
One of the parking lots at my college had a tree randomly off center in the middle of the asphalt. I think a story needs to be invented about that. (But really it was probably just some hippies who didn’t want to cut down a tree!)
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Ha! That’s probably true! Having a story for the tree is so much more fun, though! The Irish are so dreamy, I love it over there!
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I have only been there once… I was 17… And I kissed the Blarney Stone. 🙂
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I strongly suspect I would never come back if I managed to get there. Between the green hills, the sheep, and the beer I’d be in big trouble. Thanks for sharing this story!
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Nothin’ wrong with hippies! 😃
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Not at all. I kind of was one… in college… 😀
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I kinda still am…and I’ve been outta college for 25 years. Good for that tree, no matter what saved it! 😃
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I kinda still am in some ways too… And I’ve been out of college for…uh…some years. 🙂
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I understand. 😃
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I was too, with better grooming habits! 😀
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Hah… Exactly!
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Sandra, write the story hippies and all. LOL
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🙂 I’ve got to come up with a really good explanation for that tree! I wonder if my Alumni magazine would print it…? Great idea — I should try to do this!
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Make sure you share the story.
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Impressive tree! Eminent domain? Ha! That tree thinks not! 😃
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I know! Such a fun story!
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I believe in fairies. I do, I do. 🙂
Such a beautiful history lesson!
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I know! What fun would it be if we didn’t have a little make believe?!? 😀
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Hurricane Sandy knocked down our big pine in the back yard. It just missed the fish pond but left one wicker chair around the fire pit bent and forever leaning to the left. We replaced it with a Hawthorne. Perhaps we should prepare for visions.
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YES!!!! Oh that’s so cool! Keep an eye out for the fairies!
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I love the Irish, their sense and their folk lore. They have a basket full of them. This is a fun story and I love fairies. I shamelessly do 🙂
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Me too! 😃
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After watching the Lord of the Rings, I’m quite sensitive about cutting down trees, or Ents. 🙂
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Oh yeah!!! 😃
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Fangorn would be pissed!
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It’s a darling story, I love it. You have talent!
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I’m just the messenger! The darling tour guide was the one who’d kissed the blarney stone!
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And you’ve gotten even better at telling a story!
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Aw, thanks, Diane! 🙂
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What a wonderful story. Thanks for sharing, Meg.
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You’re welcome, I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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Thank you for sharing this, elder sister. The story is so much fun! I’d like to believe that Nature didn’t allow it’s own destruction. 🙂 Look forward to more such tales. 🙂
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What a beautiful story, Meg! Makes one want to believe in fairies! 🙂
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Beautiful story. I think the neding was so sweet. The moved the road to preserve the tree. Poetic.
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Ah, the Irish! They are a lovely bunch! Dreamers and poets, indeed. I have a touch of Irish in my DNA, I’m happy to say!
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God, I hate when I see a typo. They are special. The act of not tearing down or moving the tree is the “happily ever after” we all search for. Mushy Chimp loved the post.
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