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How the Blueball got its name.

Killoughey Development recently held an Essay competition for local schools. The essay to be written was "How the Blueball got its name".

The winners from our school were Cathal in 4th.Class and Emma in 6th.Class.

We enjoyed their stories and we hope you do too.

Story 1 by Cathal.

How The Blueball Got Its Name

It was fifty years ago that The Blueball got its name. The name came from a man called Alexander Blueball. Now this man had a dream that he would build a place where there would be a shop, a pub and a few houses. So when he was thirty one years old he and twenty builders started to build it.After about twenty years they were finished.Alexander Blueball was very proud. He loved his dream place.

But there was a problem. A man called Sir Michael O’Shea wanted it. He went to Alexander one night. Sir Michael said that he would buy it for £100,000. Alexander said, “No, I will not sell it” Sir Michael asked him time after time after time. Every time Alexander said “No”. Sir Michael got very cross. So he thought up of a plan to get the place.

One day Alexander was walking down the street when a man jumped out and attacked him. That man was Sir Michael O’Shea. Sir Michael thought then that he would get the place. Instead Alexander’s father took over and he called the place The Blueball in memory of Alexander. And Sir Michael O’Shea went to jail for twenty five years.

Story 2 by Emma.

How the Blueball got its name.

A long time ago near Cully there lived a lord and his family. Now the lord had a son Tom and he was very kind and gentle. However his daughter Alison was a cold cruel stuck up madam and nobody liked her. “She’s always complaining about something. She goes blue in the face with temper and you’d swear she was about to die when ther least little thing doesn't go her way,” said the servants quietly to each other. “We’ll call her Madam Blue”

It just so happened that Alison was of age to get married and the lord decided to throw a ball in her honour. Everything seemed to be going to plan. But Alison wasn't happy with her dress.Everybody did their best to help but still couldn’t please Madam Blue . “Father I don’t think I’m well enough to go to my Ball,” complained Madam Blue. “But you have to Alison” said the lord dismally. He knew his daughter was as stubborn as a mule. In the end he convinced his sulky daughter to come to the ball but she was not happy!!!
The evening started when Madam Blue came down the stairs and began to talk to a couple of the gentlemen in the corner. A clumsy servant came over there just at that moment and spilled wine down her ball gown. “You stupid clumsy servant. You’ve ruined my dress!” she hollered. “It’ll never be the same again!” “ For goodness sake you’ve got twenty other dresses to wear Madam Blue and you weren't even happy with that one,” cried the servant who was very annoyed.” “What did you call me?” hissed Alison.

" Madam Blue! because you’re a cold cruel miserable person” exclaimed the poor servant. Just then everyone started to laugh at Alison. “Madam Blue! That’s a brilliant name for Alison” cried someone. “Very descriptive indeed” shouted someone else. Poor Alison! She ran the whole way home and she was very embarrassed. The next day she vowed to change her ways. The Ball room was forever called the Blueball after Blue’s Ball and the rest as they say is history.