Marriage For Irish Farmers Through the Ages

I’m somewhat amused (and tickled pink) to see that my post ‘Advice to those thinking of marrying a farmer‘ is now my most popular post, even surpassing my clotted cream recipe post. It seems that many people are wondering if it is a good idea to marry a farmer or not – I do hope my tongue in cheek post doesn’t put anyone off! 😉

Farmers haven’t always been seen as a good catch. As depicted in the film Pilgrim Hill, farming can be a very isolated occupation, with the farmer living on an isolated farm, eking out a living and caring for an aged parent, usually a mother. The age difference between husband and wife could be a couple of decades in some cases, partly because the man could be in his 40s or 50s before he could afford to marry. His father might have died or die during the early years of marriage and the couple would share the same house as the mother-in–law who was still relatively young. Apparently many farming bachelors in their 50s would have married young widows in their 40s and 50s too. My own grandmother was only 56 when my grandfather died from a heart attack aged 68.

Many women just didn’t want to marry farmers, they didn’t want to share a house with a mother-in-law, live in a draughty damp farmhouse and work themselves to death eking out a living too. The bright lights of cities or emigration with promises of work, money, independence and future marriage beckoned. Many siblings of the farming would probably have emigrated and it may be the youngest or oldest son who was left at home looking after the aged parents.

family farm photoPhoto source: Family Farm

When I was a child, I could never remember which couples around were brother and sister and which were married (as many married were childless). It seemed to happen that the oldest siblings emigrated and two of the youngest would stay and farm. They just didn’t have the independence or the finance to marry or else the opportunity didn’t present itself to fall in love. I remember calling in to see a neighbour in her 80s a few years ago, she was incredibly lonely and told me how she should have married, that then she’d have children and grandchildren. Feeling desperately sorry for her and not knowing what to say, I simply said that life wasn’t as easy back then and marriage wasn’t possible for many for one reason or another. She seemed to accept that as she remembered what it was like.

Money was required to marry  – the bride had to bring a dowry and I guess her family wanted to ensure that if she was bringing a dowry, that her future husband would have a decent enough farm. Matchmaking was common then too, partly to create a merger between families of similar incomes. Remember the saga of the dowry in the film ‘The Quiet Man’.

Many authors have made the bachelor farming son and spinster farming daughter the focus of plays, poems and stories.

Extract from The Great Hunger by Patrick Kavanagh

Maguire was faithful to death

He stayed with his mother till she died

At the age of ninety-one.

She stayed too long,

Wife and mother in one.

When she died

The knuckle-bones were cutting the skin of her son’s backside

And he was sixty-five.

O he loved his mother

Above all others.

The Chastitute by J B KeaneJohn B Keane incorporated a bachelor farmer into his play The Chastitute and the same character into his book Letters of a Love Hungry Farmer. A Chastitute is a man without orders who remains celibate. John Bosco stayed unmarried while his mother was alive and when she died, he just didn’t know how to have a conversation with a woman, how to behave appropriately, how to ‘court’ a woman and both works go through his failures (some of which are funny e.g. being left holding rosary beads after attempting to get ‘romantic’ with his date), his escapades, his attempts to court his new housekeeper, conversations with his two matchmakers, his lack of social skills, his self doubt until he decided to call it a day. Although the play and book have plenty of very funny moments, it is still very poignant and sad really.

The short story ‘The Ballroom of Romance‘ is perhaps one of the saddest, not because it isThe Ballroom of Romance told from a daughter’s point of view but just the way she accepts what will happen. Bridie is 36 and cares for her aged father on their small farm. She leaves the farm only to cycle to Mass, to the weekly dance, and once a month to town to do some shopping. Many of her friends are either working or married in cities in Ireland or abroad. Those she was in contact with seemed to envy her her life as they seemed tired from their endless pregnancies and large families yet Bridie yearned for marriage – not just for the company but also for the status.

She was becoming very conscious that spinsters in their 30s were a figure of fun amongst the younger girls at the weekly dance. She felt that Dano Ryan ‘would have done’ as a husband. He could have given up his job working for the council and helped her on the farm. She visualised the two of them working together and chatting to her father in the evenings. Dano lodged with a widow and her son and Bridie became aware on this particular night that he was going to marry his landlady.

The owner of the ballroom kept a sharp eye on activities during the night ‘It was the middle-aged men who required the watching. They came down from the hills like mountain goats, released from their mammies and from the smell of animals and soil’.

A conversation with Bowser Egan as they walked and cycled home revealed her future. She would never again go to the Ballroom of Romance, knowing she was becoming a figure of fun. Bowser’s mother was failing and would probably die within two years. She knew he would sell the farm, drink the money and then come to her for marriage and a roof over his head. Her father would probably be dead by then too and she would marry Bowser because it would be lonesome by herself in the farmhouse.

Life in rural farming communities weren’t necessarily easy!

2 thoughts on “Marriage For Irish Farmers Through the Ages

  • Donna OShaughnessy

    You know after my divorce I dreamed of going to Ireland with my two young children to meet a farmer during the matchmaking festival in Lisdoonvarna and was actually making plans to do so when I got a call from a lovely man, a widower with two tiny boys asking me for a date. He happened to be a dairy farmer while I was a city girl raised in Chicago. 4 months later we married and the last 20 years have been wonderful but now I dream of taking my granddaughter back to Ireland for some matchmaking. Then I could stay on her farm when I visit Ireland and save some hotel money!

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    • Lorna

      I had presumed you were always a farm girl Donna 🙂 yes, apart from Lisdoonvarna, there is also the Knock Marrisge Bureau.
      You must come and stay with us for a night or two the next time you holiday in Ireland, I think we’d get on like a house on fire 🙂

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