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Brigid was a beautiful Irish nun, the daughter of Dipdacws (Dubtach) of ducal lineage.
She procured honey from a stone for the poor.
She gave a distaff to a ploughman to do duty for his broken mould-board.
She converted butter that had been turned to ashes to butter again.
She gave a certain cantref all the cheese in the steward’s store, but not so much as was ever missed by him.
She knew the Fifteen prayers.
Whenever it rained heavily she would throw her white winnowing sheet on the sunbeams
When her father desired her to marry some one she did not like, one of her eyes fell out of its socket which she afterwards put back and it was well after.
She sailed on a piece of turf from Ireland and landed in the Dovey.
She made out of rushes in Gwynedd, the beautiful fish – without a single bone – called brwyniaid (smelts) which she threw out of her hand among the water-cress.
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Another interest bit is the Chapel of St. Bride (corruption of Brigid) and the fishermen would go to pray for a good catch. The chapel went into disuse and ruin and the finally was used as a salt house. There is a bit of recorded from folklore that goes like this:
“When Saint Bride’s chapel a salt house was made; St Bride’s lost the herring trade.” It indicates that went the chapel finally was not used as a chapel the fishing in the area failed.
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Over in Anglesey, the river Braint is named from Brigid. In one Welsh poem, the river overflows as the result it is said on the death of the king. It indicates that ancient concept of the marriage of the goddess to the sovereign of the land. Some have indicated the word king (Brenin) meant him who is the consort of Brigiant.
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There is a lot more but one thing handed down is her connection to drink both in Ireland and in Wales.
So…
Cwrw Sant Ffraid
Digwyl San Ffraid ydoedd fenaid
I bydd parod pawb ai wyrod
St. Brigids’s Beer
St. Brigid’s day it was my soul
Everyone be ready with their drink.
