Once in the late 1700s there was a big storm. The turf had been cut to use for roofs of buildings, so the sand was open & dry. With the big wind the sand shifted and in one night 46 houses were buried. No one was killed - all the people escaped. You can still see the tops of some of the houses in the sand. When Mr. Boyle (my informant) was a boy, after a storm they used to go there & pick up pockets full of George the Third pennies.
In the 1788 uprising one of the ships of the Wolfe Tone expedition with French soldiers came into the harbour at Rutland. Mr. Boyle's great-grandfather was one of the 2 local pilots that always rushed out to pilot ships in. When he got on board he looked up & saw the black flag at the mast. Nappertandy (NAPPERTANDY or NAPPERANDY, according to my informant), the captain said, "Do you know what that means?" "Yes, it means I'm a dead man if I don't pilot you in safely." They stopped the mail boat & confiscated the mail from which Nappertandy knew he was betrayed. When he turned to sail out, British warships completely blocked the way.
When they came over they sailed directly from Rutland. It took 3 months & they had to take their own food, which was oatmeal & potatoes. For water they depended on catching in old sails spread on the deck.
Rutland was the important town - there was only one house at Burtonport. Here was the English customs house. Once they confiscated the tobacco from ships that came in & burned it. The daughter of one of the English officers (about 16) tried to save some to give to the old people by fishing it out of the burning pile. She got out 5 bars but she was apprehended & they were tossed back in, "Wasn't that mean?"
John O Boyle <-------------He wants Pat Bonner to write him. He lived right by the Bonners on Rutland.
The trip over from Burtonport is in a small open boat (I hope it doesn't rain going back). You are not in open water at any time, Rutland & the mainland being close. It takes about 15 minutes. You land in a lovely sandy cove. The land is high but a gentle slope, cultivated in fields. It looks more fertile than around Burtonport. There is a palm tree in the front yard of the Glen Hotel - small but still a palm.
Church - beamed ceiling - Byzantine Madonna on right side of altar, "S. Maria de Perpetua Succursu." Nice wood altar rail.
John Bonner was "Black John" because he was dark. This is either Pat's father (who emigrated) or his grandfather.
The father of Catherine McBride, who married Andrew Roddy was a schoolteacher on Rutland.
John J. O'Boyle - Burtonport
nmore there was a pound. "Charlie" was the landlord & he was mean. The government bought the land from "Charlie" & portioned it out, building fine fences. Then the people paid each year a reasonable amount until it was all paid out. There was nothing but praise for the way this was done.
Tammy - someone came back from Beaver Island & told how fertile the land was - the great amount of potatoes that could be grown in a small plot.
There was a Dunlevy on Arranmore who was a cobbler.
I met a Green (a young woman). She had an old uncle, on Owen Green, a bachelor who lived to be 90+ & probably was related to & remembered those who came to B. Island.
Capt. Jack the Glen (Boyle)