The Harvest of Old (1)

This boy sat high up on a massive machine, the very latest in combine-harvesters, and he threw it about like a toy. I timed him at two minutes to clear a quarter-acre hay field.  It would have been quicker but the field’s small dimensions clearly cramped his style.

‘Is he your lad?’ I casually enquired of the old fellow, leaning on his stick, as he emerged from a nearby cottage.

‘Ach, not at all!’ he answered.

‘Sure we don’t even know him! 

He’s from up the country somewhere, and that’s where he’ll return in an hour’s time when the sun sets.

He did McCreesh’s farm before he come to me and he’s still to go over to Barney Fegan’s.

But he’ll get it all done and time to spare.

There’s quare changed times since my youth!’ 

There was a sadness too in his tone.

 At the outbreak of the Second World War, a Mr Thomas Mallon of Clontygora (not three miles from where I was standing then) was interviewed by a folklorist on harvest practices that even then were dying out.

‘You’ve heard of the Calliagh Bhirra surely? She had her house – and a lake – up there on the top of Slieve Gullion! She was an oul’ hag of a woman but how she got into the cutting of the corn, nobody knows.

When the field was nearly bare the last straws were woven into three plaits and cut be the throwin’ of hooks, or be the sweep of the scythe. Then it would go to hang on the souple. 

There’d be a dance that night! Indeed, there’d be dances in all the houses in harvest time, night about. But times are changed! Who’d let them in to dance now?’

A hundred years ago in harvest time in South Armagh the fields were alive with men, women and children all engaged in the reaping and the saving of the crops. (You’d ‘save’ hay, not cut or harvest it!). 

The scythe was then the common cutting implement but I (i.e. Thomas Mallon!) remember – from the First War time – seeing the sickle in use for shearing wheat straw for the purpose of thatching. 

(Editor: I mind my uncle Jamesy demonstrating the use of both implements to me in the late 50’s, him well knowing that their day had already passed).

 At that time, went on Thomas, horse-drawn mowing machines were fairly prevalent but on the smaller holdings the scythe was still to be seen. In those days, and indeed later, grass seed was saved in considerable quantities. After being cut and stoked, the sheaves were gathered together on a suitable day and threshed on a large winnowing cloth on which, on raised supports – usually a ladder resting on a couple of kitchen chairs, the grass was hammered with wooden batons. The ears were subsequently bagged and taken to a barn where they were cleaned and made ready for the market’. 

 
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