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Thomas Shannon
(Abt 1824-1906)
Mary Willis
(Abt 1819-1897)
Philip Shannon
(Abt 1858-After 1925)
Lizzie
(Abt 1855-After 1920)
Samuel Richard Shannon
(Abt 1896-1920)

 

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Samuel Richard Shannon 1155

  • Born: Abt 1896, County Cork, Ireland 1155
  • Died: 1 Oct 1920, Lisaclarig, near Skibbereen, Cork, Ireland about age 24 1238
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bullet  General Notes:

Maybe his middle name is Michael -- looking at 1901 census & can't quite tell.

bullet  Research Notes:

Mr. Philip Shannon claimed 10,000 pounds for the murder of his son, Samuel Richard, at Lissaclarig, near Schull, on the 11th September, 1920./

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bullet  Noted events in his life were:

Residence, 1901, Lissaclarig West, Co Cork, Ireland. 1155 Living here are Philip as head, wife Lizzie, and their children Maria, Nannie, Lillie, Lucinda, Mattie, Ethel, Charlotte, Thomas John, and Sam Richard.They are Church of Ireland.

Residence, 1911, Lissaclarig West, Co Cork, Ireland. 1155 Living here are Philip as head, wife Lizzie, and children Charlotte, Thos. John, and Saml. Richard. All Church of Ireland. The children were listed as "Scholar"s, and all single. The couple has been married 28 years. Philip's age is oddly listed as S-3, Lizzie's is S-6. Charlotte is 19, Thomas is 18, and Samuel is 15. Philip is a farmer. All can read and write. Lizzie is shown as having given birth to 9 children, all of them are still living. All householders were born in County Cork.

In the News: Shot, 11 Sep 1920, Lissaclarig Kilcoe, Co Cork, Ireland. 1162 "The Aughadown Murder
'Worst That Ever Occurred in Ireland.'
5,000 pounds Awarded.
Mrs. Nugent, Dromore, for whom Mr. JM Burke, B.L. ...
[this info not having to do with this case] ...
Mr. Philip Shannon claimed 10,000 pounds for the murder of his son, Samuel Richard, at Lissaclarig, near Schull, on the 11th September, 1920.
Mr. JF Bourke, B.L. (instructed by Mr J. Travers Wolfe, Crown Solr.) appeared for the applicant.
Applicant, who was visibly affected, swore that between 10 and 11 o'clock on the night of Sept. 11, 1920, a crowd of at least 30 armed and masked men broke into his dwelling house and called on him to come downstairs. Deceased, aged 23 years, his wife aged 70, and his daughter, Charlotte, aged 24, were upstairs with him at the time. He refused to come down and kept the raiders from going upstairs, with the aid of a blackthorn stick. One of the raiders had a revolver, and as he put it up witness knocked it out of his hand with the stick. After a while they went away, and the house was quiet for the rest of the night. On the following morning, between 6 and 7 o'clock witness went out and saw nobody. His son followed, and had only gone one step from the hall-door when a fellow ran in the gate and fired point blank at him, the bullet entering his side. Witness turned about and the fellow levelled the gun at him but witness threw a big stone at him and 'ducked' and the fellow did not fire.
His Honor -- He must have been waiting there all night.
Witness said he did not know, but he again went upstairs and saw that the whole house was surrounded by armed and disguised men who walked up and down past the windows. His son then came upstairs and said he was wounded. Every care was taken of the boy, who was witness's only help, but he died in hospital in Cork on October 1st from the injuries which he received on the occasion, after suffering terrible pain. Witness was for 3 years without getting help from any of his neighbours, because he refused to sign the Anti-Conscription Pledge, and things had reached such a stage that he had to sell out his holding, and go to reside in England and his daughter had to leave her situation in Skibbereen. He and his father before him were born and reared on the farm, for which none of his friends bid at the auction, being afraid to do so. There were only two or three bidders for the farm which was bought for 1,870 pounds, but which would have realised much more were people free to bid. His wife, who was aged 70, and himself had suffered severely from the shock caused by the murder.
His Honor said the crime was a very un-Irish one.
Mr Bourke -- One of the most distinguished Prelates of the Catholic Church (the Bishop of Ross) said it was the foulest murder that had ever occurred in Ireland, for the reason that they waited all night with murder in their hearts, because they were afraid of the blackthorn stick.
His Honor said no sum he could give the applicant would compensate him for the loss he had sustained.
Mr. Bourke -- It is not in the power of money.
His Honor said he would give applicant a decree for 5,000 pounds, which would bring him 300 pounds a year."

Note: According to Wikipedia, the Conscription Crisis of 1918 was based on the question, "is it morally right for the British government of WWI to impose a military draft on Irish citizens to the benefit of the British?" There was great backlash of Irish Catholics who believed it wasn't right. The result, in the end, influenced events that lead up to the Irish War of Independence (a guerrilla war fought from 1919 to 1921 between the IRA and the British security forces in Ireland). So ... in effect, it was the IRA supporters that killed Samuel.

In the News: Attack on Family, 11 Sep 1920, Lissaclarig, Aughadown, County Cork, Ireland. 1239 "At 10 o'clock on Friday night about 15 armed and disguised men sought an entrance to the dwellinghouse of Mr. Philip Shannon, Lissaclarig, Aughadown, apparently in quest of firearms, raids for which had been of practically daily occurrence in the district within the past week.
The raiders were not admitted, and Mr. Shannon, with those in the house at the time, hurried upstairs.
The raiders, however, forced the door and endeavoured to go upstairs also, but Mr. Shannon, with his son, Samuel, beat them off with sticks.
The encounter appears to have been of a very hot nature, the defenders fighting bravely against heavy odds and cries of "surrender."
It is said the raiders carried off a worthless shot gun, and it was believed they had taken their departure after the Shannons had beaten them from the house, as they did not return to the attack, but evidently they only lay in ambush for the night, because at 7 o'clock this morning, when Mr. Shannon and his son, Samuel, went into the farmyard, the latter was shot at from a shot gun at short range, the full discharge lodging in his abdomen. He is, at the time of writing, in a serious condition, and grave fear is entertained for his recovery.
Medical aid was summoned for the wounded young man, with all possible haste, and when he was attended this morning by Dr. O'Meara, who did everything in his power to alleviate his terrible sufferings.
The police were also apprised of the terrible occurrence and active inquiries are being prosecuted by District Inspector Foster, but so far no arrest has been made.
The affair has caused a great sensation locally."

In the News: Aftermath of shooting opinion piece, 18 Sep 1920, Skibbereen, Cork, Ireland. 1240 "Skibbereen & District Notes.
We are confident we voice the universal feelings of the people of Skibbereen and District, when we express deepest sympathy with Mr. Samuel Shannon in the pain and suffering he endures, as a result of the murderous attack upon him last Saturday morning at his home in Lissaclarig. The wounds inflicted on him were terrible, as one may presume, when the shooting was intended to kill. He is not yet out of danger, and at the moment lies between life and death. We trust that Providence may grant him recovery, and save the Parish in which he resided from the dark stain of murder. As the Bishop of Ross reminded the people last Sunday, Skibbereen has suffered less than other towns. We did not escape there althogether from serious offences against the sanctity of men's homes, or the private rights of some of its citizens. But in Ireland at present, any particular locality plumes itself on its good luck, if it is able to keep its houses from being burned or its inhabitants from being shot. We are all charmed at "comparative" immunity from the horrors and the misery expeienced elsewhere. It is no doubt sign of a dreadful moral degeneration, that a man in Ireland today -- the Ireland that was of Saints and Scholars; and that is, or apparently is, the Island of prayer and miracle -- counts himself jolly lucky if some fellow-countryman doesn't walk right up to his hall-door, ask of him to hand over something that belongs to him, as does the shirt on his back, and on his refusal blow his brains out. Numbers of people in America and Australia will read this bald statement on conditions in Ireland just now. They will naturally pause about accepting it. They will say, "Surely this is not possible in the Ireland we left behind a few years back: the Ireland of the simple kindly people; who lived in friendliness side by side, who assisted one another with such a ready sympathy, who danced at the neighbour's wedding, grieved at the neighbour's wake, came without fee or reward to the neighbour's threshing; always helped the "lame dog over the stile." They will recall the Ireland T.D. Sullivan so truthfully depicted; for it was the Ireland of his and their day; when in "Deep in Canadian Woods We've Met" he pictured her thus: --

And well we know, in the cool grey eves,
When the hard day's work is o'er,
How-oft and sweet are the words that greet
The friends who meet once more;
With "Mary Machree" and my Pat: 'tis he!"
And "My own heart night and day,"
And ? old Ireland! dear old Ireland!
friend, boys, hurra!
And happly and bright are the groups that pass
From their peaceful homes, for miles
Of fields, and roads, and hills, to Mass,
When Sunday morning smiles!
And keep the zeal their true hearts feel
When low they kneel and pray,
O, dear old Ireland! blest old Ireland;
Ireland, boys, hurra!

But this vile happening in Lissaclarig last Saturday makes cheap sentiment of T.D. Sullivan's song; sentiment in which nobody may believe who is faced by things as they are in rural Ireland to-day. T.D. Sullivan's Ireland has been banished as completely as the Ireland of the fairies and the "blessed wells" and the Banshees. Somebody said the whistle of the steam engine, rushing over the Irish bogs, scared away Jack-o'-the-Lantern for ever, and that the cheap newspaper finished the ballad-singer and the fairy together. We have made a sorry exchange. An Irish ghost was a far more welcome visitor any day than an Irish assassin; and the flickering light of poor "Jack-o'-the-Lantern"a kindlier illuminant than the flash of a modern revolver. Just think of the nonsense of pretending we are not throwing overboard everything of value in the national character, when a foul deed can be visited on a harmless man in his own house, in apparently a Christian Parish in Ireland such as Mr. Shannon was made the victim of on Saturday last. He and his family have retired for the night after the day's work. They are then as they have always been, on friendliest terms with their neighbours scattered around. They have never done anybody a wrong. They have lived their own lives; claiming only for themselves what they are prepared to allow others: the right to live a decent upright Christian life. Breaking in upon their privacy, which nobody ought dare challenge, comes a band of men demanding guns. A refusal is followed by a successful resistance and the raiders retire. Through the long hours of the night they wait, and when at morning Mr. Shannon comes out to take up his day's work, he is deliberately shot at close range --dangerously, almost fatally, in cold blood, and long after the excitement of the raid had passed. Such are briefly the undisputed facts. Twist them, turn them as you may, what can you make of them? Lissaclarig is a remote obscure townland. Foreign desperadoes do not come there for shelter or crime; it holds nothing to attract the "swell m?sman" of the City or the foreign cut-throat. It must therefore itself bear the weight of this attempted murder. Where then is the Ireland of T.D. Sullivan's delightful song? Gone, we are afraid, with the harmless Irish fairie, and the "blessed wells" haunted by kindly sprites. Mr. Shannon is a Protestant. On Thursday night last a meeting was held in the Labour Hall, Skibbereen, to extend practical sympathy to the workers of Ulster, mostly Catholics, dispossessed in the recent Orange riots. Mr. J. Duggan, C.U.D.C., and Mr. P. O'Hourihane, C.R.D.C., with Mr. J. Leahy, U.D.C., summoned this meeting. No better opportunity could men seek, to contrast our Southern tolerance with the bigotry that rules in Ulster, as we complain, than by opening the meeting with a vote of sympathy with this outraged Protestant Southern farmer, brought to death's door by a crime as wicked as any we lay to the charge of Belfast. Moreover, Mr. Duggan and Mr. O'Hourihane (both farmers) personally know Mr. Shannon well -- know him for an inoffensive, hardworking, decent man. Was such a vote submitted to the meeting? No. Instead, these two gentlemen and all the other speakers, confined themselves to illustrating once again the wonderful wisdom of the parable about the 'mote' in your neighbour's eye and the 'beam' in your "own."

Death, 2 Oct 1920, Lisaclarig, near Skibbereen, Cork, Ireland. 1241 "Skibbereen Firing. Death of Wounded Man in Cork. Mr. Samuel Richard Shannon, of Lissaclarig, near Skibbereen, died at five o'clock yesterday morning at South Infirmary, Cork, from the effects of a gunshot wound. (In the night of Friday, Sepbember 10th the residence of Mr. Shannon was raided for arms by masked men, but the occupants resisting, the raiders dispersed. The next morning about seven o'clock, when Mr. Shannon and his son were leaving the house, they were fired on by masked men, and the son was wounded. Mr. Shannon, junr., was subsequently brought to the South Infirmary, where, as already stated, he died yesterday morning.
The deceased's father, who was with him when they were fired on, escaped uninjured. He has since sold his farm."




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