Every Irish family has a story about the Black and Tans although many have blocked them out because they are so horrific. Ours wasn't horrific but who knows how it could have turned out if one of them got cranky, people never knew. The story goes that Granddad Corkery was on his way, on his bike from Derrymore to Loughall school where he taught when a truck of Black and Tans stopped and the men jumped out, threw his bike in the ditch, asked him where he was from and put him in the truck with other local men. When they found out he was from Cork they kept going on about the rebel county and said they would be keeping an eye on him which they did. They brought him and the others to Moydow where the local IRA had blocked the road and made them clear it. They always used civilians for this. His family knew nothing about it until he came home that evening and then they were just glad he came home because many didn't. Lucky for him they didn't know he knew Michael Collins or that his brother Neilus had joined the civil service with Michael in England. Neilus was later shot at on Patrick's street in Cork where they mistook him for Michael.