Tonduff
CillIn

Monument Cross Tonduff, a site of loss,
a place to remember, a time to never repeat
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Remembering our Tonduff Cillin Babies
You are forever cradled in the arms of eternal love,
The light of your short lives, more than visible now,
Shining the way for us to be better.
You have always been dancing in heaven,
The birds, the blossom and the fragrant breeze
Have known this, could have told us this,
If we had listened
To the truth in our hearts.
We have felt the sin against you,
The years of cold, harsh rules
Imposed on you, the voiceless innocents.
We, (not you), would be the ones
Condemned to limbo,
Left between doing the right thing,
And what we were ordered to do.

Denise Curtin
June 2025
Because it was a Summer’s night, my father was told to have the baby buried late at night and before sunrise the following morning.

A Place Marked by Memory

In the town of Abbeyleix, at the fork in the road at Tonduff, known as Monument Cross (or Monument Bush), lies a poignant piece of history. This site, a Cillín, was once the solemn resting place for unbaptised babies. The selection of such burial plots was not arbitrary; they were chosen for their unique characteristics. In the case of the Tonduff Cillíní, its triangular shape and strategic location on the border of Ballytarsna and Tonduff townlands made it an ideal, yet secretive, spot.

According to Irish Folklore, the triangular field represented the Holy Trinity. Locals, however, believed that such a shape confined ghosts, ensuring they couldn’t escape. This blend of religious and spiritual beliefs underscores the careful consideration given to the site's selection. Similar Cillíní across the country were often situated near fairy Ringforts or on townland borders, further emphasising the significance attached to these locations.

Quiet Care

The Abbeyleix Cillín's history is marked by a small, unscripted Celtic stone cross, erected by local people around the year 2000. For many years, Frank Lalor and his wife Anne, from Ballytarsna, diligently maintained the site, ensuring it remained clean and tidy. However, since Frank's passing in 2016, and Anne being no-longer able to care for the site on her own it had fallen into disrepair. The once-manicured plot became marred by rubbish and neglect, a stark contrast to its former state. A call went out for local volunteers to step forward and continue the upkeep, thankfully that call was answered and the dignity of this sacred place has been restored.

a triangular shaped field with a natural or cut stone wall on one side

A Personally Emotive Subject

For generations the Catholic Church ruled that babies who died before being baptised could not enter heaven – but were relegated to limbo. My wife and I are only too well aware of the Church’s teaching on this subject, in the early 1970s, when our own baby named Brendan died before he was baptised, the two choices you were given was, one, you could either bury the child yourself, or the Hospital would take care of the burial for you. We were told that there was no need for any ceremony for the baby or anything like that. We said, “we’re not having any of that”, and demanded a Christian burial service for our baby when he died.
Luckily enough we were given a service, although on a much smaller scale for our child, our baby was also buried during daylight hours. My own father and mother faced this same predicament when their first born son died on Saturday the 28th of May 1949. They were told to bury the baby at midnight, no Christian burial was offered to them or given, this was the done thing they were told. Because it was a Summer’s night, my father was told to have the baby buried late at night and before sunrise the following morning.
Having read so much about this emotive subject since, I have to say that it makes my blood boil just thinking about the situation, and the decision that both my parents had to make at that time. I am also aware of the practice of burying babies with strangers in their coffins without the deceased persons family or indeed the parents of the baby being aware of, this is all too sickening to comprehend, the fact that babies were also buried in mass graves with lots of other poor little infant souls from anywhere in the County is hard to take also, imagine this practice was still happening even into the 1980s.
I spoke to a local lady from Abbeyleix just recently a woman that I personally happen to know very well. She explained that herself and her husband lost their twelve week old baby, that had died in hospital in the 1970s. She was offered the choice of having the baby buried by the hospital staff or burying the baby themselves. She admits that she felt so confused at the time especially after just losing their child that she agreed to the hospitals request to have the baby’s burial carried out by them.
Within a year of her baby dying she contacted the hospital to find out where her baby was buried just so that she could visit the grave, a spokesperson for the hospital told her that the baby was placed in the foot of a deceased person’s coffin at the time before being buried. Her neighbours that lived directly across the road from her, faced the same situation when their baby died in the previous decade, they told her that they had to bury their baby outside the walls of the graveyard because the baby girl was not baptised when she died.

Stories of Silence & Loss

The history of Tonduff is woven with sorrow. For generations, grieving parents were told that unbaptised babies could not enter heaven and were not entitled to Christian burial. Many buried their children in secret, under cover of night, without rites or ceremony.

One local woman shared that her baby, lost at 12 weeks, was placed by the hospital at the foot of a stranger’s coffin. Another family was forced to bury their infant daughter outside cemetery walls. These heartbreaking stories remind us of a system that compounded grief with shame.

Trees & Desecration

The Tonduff Cillin once featured a 200 year old native Irish Ash tree and a large white thorn bush, both considered sacred in folklore. When these trees were cut down despite local warnings misfortune followed. Locals believe this desecration marked a spiritual disturbance. Their loss is a symbol of how cultural reverence for such sites has been forgotten or ignored.

horror stories about a parent being told to bury their dead babies in the dark of night, and not in consecrated ground.

Shadows of Night Burial

For many, the act of burying a child in the dead of night became an unspoken norm. These secret rituals were not just acts of grief they were forced by religious doctrine. Some babies were even buried in mass graves, or in the coffins of strangers, their names never spoken. Though this practice has ceased, its emotional toll endures.

Flowers of Rememberance

The Sculpture
A WHitethorn
In bloom

At the heart of the Remembrance garden at the Heritage House Abbeyleix stands a commissioned sculpture, designed by artist Jen Donnery & Edel O'Keefe and constructed by steel artist Tom Delahunty. Crafted from nearly 1,000 twisted steel rods, the structure mimics the form and movement of a whitethorn tree, a symbol deeply embedded in Irish folklore and long associated with cillíní, babies, and the spirit world. Each steel branch is tipped with a white ceramic flower, every flower represents a baby, a memory, or a private grief making the sculpture a living, breathing memorial shaped by collective love and healing.

Made in the community

As part of the Remembrance Garden project, a public workshop was held at Abbeyleix Heritage House, inviting members of the community including those with a personal connection to baby loss to create handmade ceramic flowers for inclusion in the final sculpture. Each flower was shaped with care, becoming a quiet expression of remembrance, grief, and hope.

Drawing inspiration from the Abbeyleix Baby Linen Society, founded in 1845 by Lady Emma Vesey to provide clothing and bedding to expectant mothers on the De Vesci estate, the artists incorporated a meaningful historical reference into the design. Archival research from Abbeyleix House was used to develop an embroidery pattern, drawn from these original linens. This pattern will be featured on a single petal of each ceramic blossom, symbolising both the baptismal ceremony and the garments once worn by grieving mothers a quiet, enduring tribute to love, loss, and care.

Cillín an Tóin Dubh

Cuimhnigh orthu siúd atá curtha anseo

with gratitude to our sponsors

This project could not have been completed without the unwavering generosity of our local community, sponsors, and volunteers. From the very first fundraiser to the final stone laid, every act of kindness has helped honour the babies buried at Tonduff and bring healing to those affected by their silent loss. We extend heartfelt thanks to those who donated, stitched, sculpted, dug, painted, cleaned, and remembered.

Special thanks to our artists Jen Donnery and Edel O'Keefe and to the sponsors listed below and many local businesses and families whose contributions both large and small will ensure this space continues to speak for generations to come.

Creative Ireland
LCC Heritage Officer
Bosco Whelan, Jet Stone
P. Kirk Construction
Abbeyleix Tidy Towns
Jelly Tots Creche Abbeyleix
David Broderick, LCC Community Engagement Officer
Womens Development Group Abbeyleix

A Marker of Memory

Thanks to community volunteers, the Tonduff Cillin has been restored. The stone cross remains, and efforts continue to ensure its preservation. It stands as both a memorial and a warning that such injustices must not be repeated.

At the heart of the Tonduff Cillín site now stands a newly erected limestone plinth, inscribed in both Irish and English. Simple yet powerful, it serves as a permanent tribute to the babies laid to rest here in silence, and to the families who carried their grief unseen.

A Special Mass

Blessed by Fr. Paddy Byrne during a special Mass in April 2024, the plinth honours not only those buried at Tonduff, but all unbaptised babies across Ireland who were denied a place in consecrated ground. Its presence transforms the once unmarked field into a place of visible remembrance one that invites reflection, compassion, and healing.

This memorial now stands alongside the original unscripted Celtic stone cross, connecting past efforts to today’s commitment to remembrance. Together, they mark a shift from silence to acknowledgment, from hidden sorrow to community recognition.

A Sacred Space

Located at the front of Abbeyleix’s Heritage House, the Remembrance Garden offers a peaceful space for families and visitors to reflect on the babies who were once buried in silence. Created with care by the Tonduff Cillín Committee and supported by the Mothers of Angels group, the garden acknowledges loss before, during, or after birth and extends compassion to all who carry those memories.

This garden is not only a place of stillness, but also of solidarity. It welcomes everyone especially those who never had a space to grieve. Visitors are invited to pause, speak their baby’s name aloud, or find comfort in knowing that they are not alone.

A poem adapted from one who remembers

Toduff Cillin 2024

The world may never notice if a snowdrop doesn’t bloom
Or even pause to wonder if the petals fall too soon
But every life that ever forms or even comes to be
Touches the world in some small way for all eternity
It makes me sad as I shed a tear for the life that wasn’t to be
I remember well, laying you down,
To rest under the shade of the white thorn tree
Back in '61, on a cold and moonlit Winter’s night
I ask myself the question, “What is the meaning of life”?
I’m glad those babies are recognised now, they committed no crime
Those sad dark day’s are long since passed, I’m glad to say
I look forward now to telling my wife, that everything now is okay.

Anonymous

The Tonduff Cillín Committee adapted this poem from the words of a local man who remembers this site, and the painful memories it holds even today. The words of this poem are inscribed on a piece of natural stone that will be available for the public to read and reflect on when they visit this Cillín.

Tonduff Cillin

We remember those buried here

tonduff cillin Committee

noel burke

Committe Chairman

james carroll

Treasurer & Photographer

jim ring

Committee Member

tara whelan

Committee Member

ashling rothwell

Committee Member

edel o'keefe

Artist

jen donnery

Artist

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