St Brigid Was Very Cross Says Omagh Historian

 

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Artist’s impression of Brigid

As thousands of St Brigid’s Crosses were being made in schools and homes across the country today, an esteemed Omagh historian has confirmed that Brigid was indeed extremely cross and maybe persistently grumpy all the time, even moreso than your average woman in Tyrone today. 

 

Reportedly born in Louth around 453, a young Brigid was said to be a cryey baby due to never-ending teething problems which, locals maintained, never really went away throughout her later life. Omagh historian Luke Graham added:

“I’ve spoken to a few people whose ancestors remembered Brigid and they confirmed that she was fairly crabbed most of the time due to teeth problems amongst other things. She also turned water into beer for visiting clergy and maybe suffered from hangover symptoms. But she was definitely very cross, with warnings often given out to worshippers that ‘Brigid’s cross today’ before she performed a mass.”

Brigid’s mood worsened after being sent to Kildare to start up a convent, a place she reportedly called ‘the arsehole of nowhere’, despite hinting that she’d prefer the bright lights of Dublin or Belfast. Rumours also persist today that she wasn’t hopeful of Kildare competing for the Sam Maguire in the near future, even though GAA was still 1800 years away from forming.

Graham this morning revealed a startling and little-known fact about the great saint:

“Brigid used to make these boomerang things out of rushes and fire them at her pupils if they misbehaved. They’d take the eye out of your head. Pure lethal. When the rumour went around that ‘Brigid’s cross today’, you were sure to see the woman herself arrive with a creelful of rushes under her arm, gurning.”

Brigid once visited Dungannon but didn’t like it.

 

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Posted on February 1, 2017, in Dungannon, Omagh and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Sevcoarezombies

    In the dark recesses of memory I think that the Hebridean Gaelic for the dandelion was translated into English as “the notched flower of St Brigid” which may support the notion that originally the bold one was a sun goddess.
    Could’ve done with a wee bit of Brigid over here in Benidorm the last month. The cow. Back whiter than a blanched almond.
    Plastic Paddy.

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