“Watch her carefully, every movement, every gesture, every little peculiarity: keep the camera whirring; for this is a film you’ll run over and over again (Gar Private from Brian Friel’s Philadelphia Here I Come)”.

"The road downhill was the easy road and that was the road we took", from Sláinte Éire, favourite song of Denis O'Flynn.

Folklore is an important aspect of any aspect and is certainly bound up with the early history of Inniscarra Parish. Much is written down but the truth of the stories will never be uncovered. However, the patron saint of Inniscarra, St. Senan and his reputed church at Inishleena are part of the identity of the area's people and place.

There were corridors and corridors of maize. Pat walked on confident establishing a route through the crop. Despite being tall, I felt small like being in the land of giants. It was a warm balmy autumn's evening and if it had been raining the days previous, access would be near impossible and we would have been soaked by the leaves of the maize plant.

To get to the paddock you must walk 100 metres up what looks like a narrow lane. It is bound on my right by a hedgerow and on my left by wire fencing adjacent a field. The trackway is worn down. The different shapes within the mud are human footprints, the front and back wheels of a tractor and horse shoes.

"There is a holy well situated not far from my house in Timothy Kelleher's field at the junction of three townlands, Magoola, Agharinagh and Dromgownagh. Formerly it was a place of great interest to the old people but, nowadays, like everything else, veneration for it is dying out. It is neglected now its sides are falling in, but still it is loved by a few old people (Timothy Murphy's account, a student from Magoola, Dripsey for the School Folklore Collection, 1938)".

One aspect that Our City, Our Town has dabbled in is the archaeology of the Lee valley, the human artifacts of a past age now long gone and all very much part of forgotten histories and memories.