Jul/Aug 04 - The backside of the Black Donnellys' new stone (being chipped away for souvenir bits like the last one), Lucan, Ontario
"For sheer savagery, the notorious Hatfield-McCoy affair or the lawless exploits of Jesse James were as a Victorian tea-party compared to the Donnelly feud. ... Lucan became known as 'the wildest spot in Canada,' as its night skies glared with the flames from burning structures and masked riders thundered down lonely sideroads with shouts of triumph. Vandalism in full swing, street brawls were numerous as were gun battles with law officers, while crops were destroyed, coaches waylaid, horses mutilated and poisoned cattle left dying in the fields. Outsiders avoided the district as one would a plague-stricken area. Then it all ended, suddenly and unexpectedly. The Donnelly feud was finally climaxed in a drastic manner akin to its lengthy duration; the massacre of an entire household during the dark hours before the dawn of February 4, 1880." (from Tom Kelley's 'The Black Donnellys', 1954).
- "Johannah Donnelly ... would stress to her 7 sons that she could never look upon them with true motherly pride till, like their father, each had killed 'at least' one man; and she'd fall to her knees, praying their souls would roast in hell if they ever forgave their enemies. ... She would smoke her pipe and relate stories of her youth in the Galty Mtn.s [of Tipperary]. According to her, the districts were so tough the canary birds sang bass."
- End of the first chapter: "From within the saloon came the gleam of lights, loud laughs and boisterous voices. After long and laborious hours, hardy sons of the sod were having their fun. Donnelly [who had only just arrived in town] entered, pushed his way to the bar, motioned to a bottle and was served a stiff one. Downing it, he was wiping his lips with the back of his hand when he noticed the steady gaze of the one next to him. He returned the stare, eyes met and held a minute, then Jim Donnelly pushed his glass back on the bar and spoke his first words in the village of Lucan: ' What the hell are you lookin' at, you horse-faced bastard?" (See? It's a good book.)
- The back side of the stone here is being chipped away for souvenir bits. The original was replaced after much of such vandalism.
- www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAUOOR8CKWM
- www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDVEK1egMVw&feature=related
- www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOki2gOj3Bg&feature=related (A fan-made trailer) - Paul Haggis is from London, Ontario. There's a tribute in this show to local London folklore.
- www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJszgDAMYxE
- The output of books keeps up.: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jqqfg3PND7o
Jul/Aug 04 - The backside of the Black Donnellys' new stone (being chipped away for souvenir bits like the last one), Lucan, Ontario
"For sheer savagery, the notorious Hatfield-McCoy affair or the lawless exploits of Jesse James were as a Victorian tea-party compared to the Donnelly feud. ... Lucan became known as 'the wildest spot in Canada,' as its night skies glared with the flames from burning structures and masked riders thundered down lonely sideroads with shouts of triumph. Vandalism in full swing, street brawls were numerous as were gun battles with law officers, while crops were destroyed, coaches waylaid, horses mutilated and poisoned cattle left dying in the fields. Outsiders avoided the district as one would a plague-stricken area. Then it all ended, suddenly and unexpectedly. The Donnelly feud was finally climaxed in a drastic manner akin to its lengthy duration; the massacre of an entire household during the dark hours before the dawn of February 4, 1880." (from Tom Kelley's 'The Black Donnellys', 1954).
- "Johannah Donnelly ... would stress to her 7 sons that she could never look upon them with true motherly pride till, like their father, each had killed 'at least' one man; and she'd fall to her knees, praying their souls would roast in hell if they ever forgave their enemies. ... She would smoke her pipe and relate stories of her youth in the Galty Mtn.s [of Tipperary]. According to her, the districts were so tough the canary birds sang bass."
- End of the first chapter: "From within the saloon came the gleam of lights, loud laughs and boisterous voices. After long and laborious hours, hardy sons of the sod were having their fun. Donnelly [who had only just arrived in town] entered, pushed his way to the bar, motioned to a bottle and was served a stiff one. Downing it, he was wiping his lips with the back of his hand when he noticed the steady gaze of the one next to him. He returned the stare, eyes met and held a minute, then Jim Donnelly pushed his glass back on the bar and spoke his first words in the village of Lucan: ' What the hell are you lookin' at, you horse-faced bastard?" (See? It's a good book.)
- The back side of the stone here is being chipped away for souvenir bits. The original was replaced after much of such vandalism.
- www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAUOOR8CKWM
- www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDVEK1egMVw&feature=related
- www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOki2gOj3Bg&feature=related (A fan-made trailer) - Paul Haggis is from London, Ontario. There's a tribute in this show to local London folklore.
- www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJszgDAMYxE
- The output of books keeps up.: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jqqfg3PND7o