by Meda Ryan
We do not want in Ireland the absence of history, we do want a larger study of its truth.’
Alice Stopford Green, Westminster Gazette, 11 March 1904
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First published in 1996 as Michael Collins and the Women in his Life
New edition published in 2006. This ebook edition published in 2011.
© Meda Ryan, 1996
ISBN 978 1 85635 513 1
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Preface
Some years ago I began research for a biography of Michael Collins but almost at the outset I found myself drawn into the controversial aspects of how he met his death in an ambush at Béal na mBláth on 22 August 1922. Having grown up in west Cork, I was acutely aware of how families were split by the Civil War and also of the silence that surrounded the ambush. Men who had participated in the ambush agreed to tell me the facts of the episode, and as time progressed I found that the details of the final events in Michael Collins’ life required a book to themselves. The Day Michael Collins Was Shot was published in 1989. When I returned to my research on Michael Collins I noticed that the role women had played in his life had, to a large extent, been overlooked. Coming from a family in which women were in the majority and where his mother Marianne was in charge after the death of his father, he got used to the idea of strong, resourceful women early. The adored youngest son of the household, he found it natural that women should love and admire him. He in turn appreciated and admired them. It was obvious to me that were it not for all the women who helped to shield him he would have found it impossible to evade arrest between 1919 and 1921. Furthermore he needed women as well as men to send dispatches up and down the country, women to carry arms and others such as Madge Hales, who travelled on a few occasions to her brother Dónal in Italy to arrange for a shipment of arms to Ireland.
Women played an important part in Collins’ espionage. They never let him down despite being harassed on occasions. Collins depended on women, who had, in general, an easier time than men in evading the suspicions of the British authorities. When their cover failed and women like Moya Llewelyn Davies and Eileen McGrane were jailed, this upset the chivalrous Collins greatly, as the letters I quote in this book will testify.
I was fortunate to have had extensive interviews, on the basis of trust, with Madge Hales-Murphy, Máire Comerford, Leslie Price (de Barra), Peg Barrett, Emmet Dalton, Todd Andrews, David Neligan and a number of other participants in events with Michael Collins. They made clear to me how society women like Moya Llewelyn Davies and Lady Hazel Lavery were an essential part of Collins’ intelligence network. I realised that the letters from Lady Lavery in the Kitty Kiernan collection now owned by Peter Barry were more complex than a first reading would suggest. The records, letters and reminiscences of Susan Killeen and Dilly Dicker given to me by their daughters, Moya Llewelyn Davies’ letters given to me by Diarmuid Brennan and the memoirs of Michael Collins’ sisters, Mary and Helena, helped me to understand this unexplored aspect of Michael Collins’ life.
It was a bonus to be given access, through Íosold Ó Deirg (daughter of Sinéad Mason, who was Collins’ personal secretary), to Michael Collins’ journal which he wrote while in Sligo jail in April 1918 and which has not been included in any other book about him.
The Kitty Kiernan letters reveal much of the emotion, the turmoil and the great strain on Michael Collins’ personal life from 1919 until his death in August 1922. These are important in portraying a further aspect of the man: his capacity for true romantic tenderness and concern. It is interesting to note that Kitty Kiernan is the one woman in his life who did not play any significant part in his work.
In interviews with Collins’ contemporaries, I was struck by the fact that they all affectionately called him Mick, regardless of which side they had taken in the Civil War. This is the name I have chosen to use for most of this book.
Meda Ryan, 1996
Acknowledgements
When I look at my notebook of names I realise with sadness that many people who helped to shape this book are no longer with us. But I am deeply grateful to them and to all the people who guided me from the surface to the depth of Michael Collins’ work and especially his reliance on women to help him towards his goal of independence for Ireland.
The late Tom Barry was the first to tell me of Leslie’s (his wife’s) involvement with Michael Collins. This led me to interviews with Leslie Price, with Máire Comerford and Dave Neligan and I am most grateful for their assistance. I am also indebted to Madge Hales-Murphy who gave me some useful information some years ago, as did Todd Andrews and Emmet Dalton after much persuasion. Gratitude is also due to other contemporaries of Michael Collins: the late: Peg Barrett, Dell Barrett, Bill Stapleton, Vinny Byrne, Dan Bryan, Ernest Blythe, Seán Collins-Powell, Seán MacBride, Ned Barrett, Seán Hyde, Bill Hales, Siobhán Lankford, Mary Collins-Pierce and Kitty Collins O’Mahony. All these people gave me first-hand information and without them this book would be incomplete.
I am indebted to Michael Collins (nephew of Michael Collins) who gave me the diary found on Michael Collins’ body, and Michael Collins-Powell who gave me other treasured documentation, as did Mary Clare O’Malley; to John Collins-Pierce, who trusted me with the Memoirs of Helena Collins and Mary Collins-Powell; to Liam Collins for his reminiscences; also to Liam O’Donoghue for the Nancy O’Brien letters. A further dimension was added to the book when Dorothy Heffernan and Máire Molloy willingly gave of their time and supplied letters and documentation in relation to their mothers – Dilly Dicker and Susan Killeen respectively. I also found original insights in the letters of Moya Llewelyn Davies, given to me by Diarmuid Brennan.
I am extremely grateful to Iosold Ó Deirg who let me see Michael Collins’ journals, which were written in Sligo jail in 1918 and given to her mother Sinéad Mason during a subsequent raid. I am also grateful to Maura Hales-Murphy and Eily Hales MacCarthy for access to their family letters in relation to Michael Collins.
A sincere word of gratitude to Domhnall MacGiolla Phoil, to his wife Mary, also to Eily Hales MacCarthy and her husband, Gus, who have been most generous with their time and advice.
I owe a special word of gratitude to Peter Barry, who generously allowed me access to the Kitty Kiernan collection of letters and gave permission to reproduce material from it.
I greatly appreciate the assistance and courtesy of the staff of the following bodies and thank them for access to and permission to quote from the archives in their care: Seamus Helferty, Kerry Holland and staff at the Archives Department of University College, Dublin; the Mulcahy Trust (the papers of Richard Mulcahy); Commandant Peter Young, Military Archivist and his staff; Gerry Lyne and staff at the National Library; Dr Bernard Meehan and staff of the manuscript department, Trinity College,
Dublin; the Director and staff of the National Archives, the State Paper Office and Public Records Office; Niamh O’Sullivan, Archivist, and staff at Kilmainham Museum; Stella Cherry, Curator, Samantha Melia and other staff in the Cork Public Museum; the British Library Newspaper Board; Noel Crowley and staff at Ennis County Library; John Eustace and the library staff at Mary Immaculate College, University of Limerick; also Bríd Frawley at the University of Limerick.
I valued the positive response of the many people who gave interviews and helped me over my years of research: Dan Cahalane, Frank Aiken, Dr Ned Barrett, Jim Kearney, Bill Powell, John Toolan, Tom McCarthy, Tony Killeen, Josephine Griffin, Mary Banotti, Andy Tierney, John L. O’Sullivan, Todd Andrews, Ernest Blythe, D. V. Horgan, Margaret Helen, Criostóir de Baróid, Seán MacBride, Dave Neligan.
I realised that finding photographs of those who lived in the early part of this century would be difficult. Therefore I am most grateful to those who went out of their way to contact other family members and did not spare themselves in locating photos: Michael Collins, Iosold Ó Deirg, Dorothy Heffernan, Máire Molloy, Ned O’Sullivan, Michael Collins-Powell, Helen Litton, Eily Hales-MacCarthy, Maura Murphy, Sylvester Barrett, Declan Heffernan, Ann Barrett, Josie Barrett-Leahy.
A sincere thank you is due to Jo O’Donoghue, editor of Marino Books/Mercier Press, who worked with me unstintingly through the final drafts of the manuscript, and also to Anne O’Donnell and Siobhán Cullen.
Thanks is also due to the many who could not help directly but who took the trouble to write or telephone me with snippets of information. A special word of gratitude is due to the members of my family and to my many relatives and friends for their patience throughout my years of research and writing.
The assistance of all has been gratefully appreciated and I regret if I have inadvertently omitted to mention any name.
From Woodfield to London
Michael Collins was born on 16 October 1890 in the family’s stone farmhouse at Woodfield outside Clonakilty.
He was the eighth child and third son of Michael (Mike) John Collins and Mary Anne (Marianne) O’Brien. According to the memoirs of two of the Collins sisters, Mary and Helena, the night prior to the birth Marianne, always energetic and resourceful, had milked the cows and strained the fresh milk. The baby, christened Michael Patrick a few days later, in Rosscarbery Church, had a father who was seventy-five years old, but ‘age did not make him old’. His father had married in 1875 when Marianne was only twenty-three and he a few months short of his sixtieth birthday.
Despite the big difference in age, their children remembered the marriage as a happy one. Since her early teens Marianne O’Brien had been used to responsibility and hard work and in this respect was to become an important role model for her cherished youngest son. She had to assist in the rearing of her many brothers and sisters because her father was killed and her mother injured when their horse shied as they returned from a funeral. And when she married Michael John Collins and came to Woodfield she had to care for his three brothers during her early years there. Her eight children were born in close succession, but she accepted her responsibilities as ‘God’s will’.
Michael, being the youngest of eight children, had a special place in family life. Although he was into mischief and adventure from an early age, his sister, Mary notes:
To say that we loved this baby would be an understatement – we simply adored him. Old Uncle Paddy said as soon as he saw him, ‘Be careful of this child for he will be a great and mighty man when we are all forgotten.’1
During the long winter evenings Michael would listen as neighbours gathered to tell stories around the turf fire of the Woodfield kitchen. The women, who often included his mother’s mother, Granny O’Brien, would sew, knit or crochet. Embedded in Granny O’Brien’s memory was an incident from the potato famine of 1848. While returning from Clonakilty she saw people on the roadside who had starved to death. They had been too weak to reach the Clonakilty workhouse.
Michael’s father would recall hardships in his household during that period, when his own mother often did not have enough food for even a meagre meal to her family. Though the economy had improved by the 1890s, shortages still prevailed and conditions were ‘primitive’ at Woodfield. Despite disadvantages the Collinses were happy, according to Michael’s sister, Helena. The farm was self-supporting. Grain grown on their farm was ground, made into flour and used by Mama for baking. Therefore, even young Michael’s contribution was accepted with praise when he helped his sisters to pick blackberries for jam, took a turn at churning the cream into butter or lent his mother a hand at spinning the wool from their own sheep.
Papa ‘idolised’ his youngest son and namesake, and Michael became his regular companion when he worked in the fields. The five-year-old would listen to Papa’s recollection of an evening in 1850 when Uncle Paddy and Uncle Tom discovered two landlord’s agents on horseback who were trespassing and destroying the crops on the Collins’ paid-up rented farm. The encounter which ensued resulted in the men being jailed for a year. This type of occurrence and other agrarian injustices soon influenced Papa and his brothers to join the secret ranks of the Irish Republican (Fenian) Brotherhood – an organisation which was dedicated to physical force to secure the independence of Ireland.
Michael, like the other members of his family, went to Lissavaird National School. Under the influence of the headmaster, Denis Lyons, this ‘avid pupil’ absorbed the history of the island of Ireland and the portrayal of ‘patriotism’ which was ‘in the forefront of his teaching’.2
Michael was just six when Papa got very ill. A heavy burden of work fell on all members of the family so one Saturday in December Mama sent Michael to Clonakilty with the £4/6/8 weekly rent to the landlord’s agent. On his way to the agent’s house he saw a football, marked one shilling, in a shop window. He hoped that the agent would give him the shilling discount – something that was occasionally done for prompt payment. The agent’s response was abrupt: ‘Tell your father he’s a fool to trust such a small lad with so much money.’ The imprint of this episode lasted; Michael would recall it on his last visit home on the last day of his life.3
Young Michael had reason to remember the agent’s rebuff because Papa never again took him to the fields. On a cold December night in 1896 Mama called her eldest son Seán (Johnny) to go for the priest. Papa had got a heart attack. The priest came and administered the Last Sacraments. As the days passed Papa’s health improved but he would never again venture outdoors. Then on the night of 7 March, 1897, Helena said, ‘Mama called us all at about 10 pm’. Mike-John, his favourite nephew, and the household’s occupants gathered round Papa’s bed. Though he knew he was dying, he had a message for family members and was lucid. Helena remembers: ‘He was quite conscious when he spoke’.
He bade goodbye to young Michael, told Mama to ‘Mind that child, he’ll be a great man yet, and will do great things for Ireland’. Then shortly after midnight ‘darling old Papa died’.4
Michael was reared in a district influenced by patriotic zeal. Jeremiah O’Donovan Rossa, the famous Fenian leader, had been born in nearby Rosscarbery and had once paid a cherished visit to his school. After his introduction to the Fenian movement by his father and grandmother, Michael was further tutored by teacher Denis Lyons and the local blacksmith, James Santry. When Michael was twelve his teacher found him:
Exceptionally intelligent in observation and at figures. A certain restlessness in temperament. Character: Good. Able and willing to adjust himself to all circumstances. A good reader. Displays more than a normal interest in things appertaining to the welfare of his country. A youthful, but nevertheless striking, interest in politics. Coupled with the above is a determination to become an engineer. A good sportsman, though often temperamental.5
As well as the fiction of the day, such as Kickham, Michael read O’Donovan Rossa’s Prison Life and other political writings, including those of Arthur Griffith, a founder of Sinn Féin.
The older members of the Collins family were moving away from home. Tears had already been shed when Patrick sailed from Ireland ‘for ever’ for America. For most of his early days Michael’s home life was dominated by women who loved and nurtured him. He helped to lighten the burden of Mama’s work on their ninety-acre Woodfield farm. When he had fed the calves and completed the farmyard chores he could often be found kicking football, playing hurley with the local lads or having a go at bowling. But most of all he loved to wrestle, and would challenge older lads. His strength and firm build often gained him an upper hand.
Mama managed to build a new four-bedroomed house to replace the old house which had become draughty with many broken slates. The house, one of the finest in the locality, was later burned to the ground by British forces as a reprisal for a local ambush. Books, sent from London by his sister Hannie, or given to him by his sister Margaret and also Mary, formed the main decoration of Michael’s new bedroom at Christmas 1900.
Michael was very close to his sister Helena but they had to part when she left home to become a nun. On 22 August 1901 Mama and Margaret sat waiting in the pony trap while Helena gave her ten-year-old brother a warm hug. Though his mother was still relatively young, her health began to deteriorate, probably due, at least in part, to the strain of work and responsibility. But the education of Michael, her youngest, required some thought. She was determined that he should have secure employment. Though his bent was for engineering and mathematics, and he was developing an adventurous enterprising spirit, Mama prized the security of a civil service position. When Michael was thirteen and a half she booked him into the civil service class in Clonakilty under John Crowley and John Blewett.