Closing the Distance -- James Murphy, A Trip Home to Ireland
September 1930. Age 16, my mother, Kathleen Sloyan, the second of eight children, leaves her home in Ballyhaunis, Co. Mayo. She will marry, raise three children and die in Brooklyn, NY, at age 53, without ever returning home. We have no photos of her as a child. With my first wage as a paper boy, I bought her a 78 rpm record that had "Mayo" in the title. Her hug was a full world. Her eyes filled, and for years I bought her anything that had
SNIPPET: Circus entertainment in its modern form came to Ireland in 1784 when Philip ASTLEY, a former soldier and established London showman, opened a riding school and auditorium for equine displays in Dublin. However, performing animals and travelling exhibitions of exotic species had been known at least from the mid-17th century, while roving groups of performers such as acrobats have even older roots. Astley's success, perpetuated by his son, did not immediately lead to a succession of Irish imitator
Hello,
I am new to this list, so please excuse me if I broach any protocols! I am
seeking advice/info to assist my search for my great grandfather, Dr Hatton
SMYTH.
The 1881 UK Census said he was living in Poole, Dorset, a 33 year old
widower. He was born in Ireland and obtained his medical degree from the
University of Dublin. That's all I know.
He named his son Clive Hatton Pelham Smyth, so I wondered if Hatton and
Pelham were family names. Searches trying to link them, ie the wedding of a
Hatton to a
BIO: Kevin WHITE's tenure as Boston's mayor (1967-83) made him its first mayor to serve four consecutive terms. The son of two former Boston City Council presidents, White's early years in office were considered successful. He revitalized downtown Boston and attempted to ease racial tensions. His success led presidential candidate George McGOVERN to consider him as a running mate in the 1972 election. Boston's famous 1974 public school desegregation was met with prolonged and vehement protest from Bost
LOVE OF THE HORSE
With narrowed eyes
they judged the field
He informed, the Grey's sire,
was a great mover.
She remarked,
The Chestnut's dam
had a sweet mouth.
Red, yellow, blue,
racing silks of every hue,
rippled in the sunlight
across the flickering screen.
Around the room
lay tarnished trophies.
Walls, a mosaic of photographs
of mares and foals.
Room corners holding drifts
of magazines and books,
listing bloodlines.
Stating what sires were standing
where,
and for how much.
The crumbling mansion,
revea
ALL LEGENDARY OBSTACLES
All legendary obstacles lay between
Us, the long imaginary plain,
The monstrous ruck of mountains
And, swinging across the night,
Flooding the Sacramento, San Joaquin,
The hissing drift of winter rain.
All day I waited, shifting
Nervously from station to bar
As I saw another train sail
By, the San Francisco Chief or
Golden Gate, water dripping
>From great flanged wheels.
At midnight you came, pale
Above the negro porter's lamp.
I was too blind with rain
And doubt to speak, but
Re
THE OLD STORY OVER AGAIN
When I was a maid,
Nor of lovers afraid,
My mother cried, "Girl, never listen to men."
Her lectures were long.
But I thought her quite wrong.
And I said, "Mother, whom should I listen to, then?"
Now teaching, in turn,
What I never could learn,
I find, like my mother, my lessons all vain;
Men ever deceive,
Silly maidens believe,
And still 'tis the old story over again.
So humbly they woo,
What can poor maidens do
But keep them alive when they swear they must die?
Ah! who can forb
AN OLD LADY
The old motorbike she was
The first woman in those
Parts to ride - a noble
Norton - disintegrates
With rusty iron gates
In some abandoned stable;
But lives in sepia shades
Where an emancipated
Country schoolteacher
Of nineteen thirty-eight
Grins from her frame before
Broaching the mountain roads.
Forty years later she
Shakes slack on the fire
To douse it while she goes
Into Bushmills to buy
Groceries and newspaper
And exchange courtesies.
Then back to a pot of tea
And the early-evening ne
GOING TO SCHOOL
The milkman's horse began to trot,
the milk float ran behind,
and we who ran and jumped and held
were taken for a ride.
The milkman turned and growled at us
who clung on tight behind,
but we who'd run and jumped and held
were taken for a ride.
The milkman reached and took his whip
and flicked it every way,
and we jumped off and ran to school --
it happened every day.
-- Leslie Scrase, "Poet's Corner," in "Best of British, Past & Present" mag. June 1998
SNIPPET: A private society for Roman Catholic men, the Knights of Columbus was founded by Irish-American priest Michael J. McGIVNEY and several laymen in 1882 in New Haven, CT, as a fraternal society designed to provide friendship and care to needy members and their families. An insurance fund was established to pay for the funeral of a deceased member and provide his family with short-term financial support. The Knights also defended Catholicism from attackers. In 1914, they established a Commission
BIO: Catherine McAuley (1778-1841), was the founder of the Sisters of Mercy, oen of the two largest and most widely distributed ordres of nuns in Ireland. Born in Dublin into a mixed Catholic/Protestant back ground, she inherited a considerable fortune. Initially concerned with the accommodation and protection of working girl sin houses of mercy, run by a group of ladies living in community and praying together, her sisterhood was persuaded by local priets and the bishop to adopt a formal religious ident
I am planning to be in Ottawa in March and spend some time at the National Archives. If anyone would like some lookups, please let me know. I will do my best.
Debbie
Ontario
GIRL OF THE RED MOUTH
Girl of the red mouth,
Love me! Love me!
Girl of the red mouth,
Love me!
'Tis by its curve, I know,
Love fashioneth his bow,
And bends it -- ah, even so!
Oh, girl of the red mouth, love me!
Girl of the blue eye,
Love me! Love me!
Girl of the dew eye,
Love me!
Worlds hang for lamps on high;
And thought's world lives in thy
Lustrous and tender eye --
Oh, girl of the blue eye, love me!
Girl of the swan's neck,
Love me! Love me!
Girl of the swan's neck,
Love me!
As a marble Greek dot
Ann RUTLEDGE (1816-1835), became famous as Abraham LINCOLN's first sweetheart. Romantic stories of their tragic love affair are based more on legend that on fact. Ann was the daughter of the innkeeper in New Salem, IL, where Lincoln lived for a time. She was engaged to John McNAMAR, a wealthy settler. He left for the East, and there were doubts that he would return to marry Ann. Meanwhile, she accepted Lincoln's proposal of marriage. But shortly afterward, she became ill and died.
John RUTLEDGE (17
Ancient Irish farm unearthed
Rosie Cowan, Ireland correspondent
Monday January 13, 2003
The Guardian
Road excavations in Northern Ireland have unearthed what appears to be
evidence of the island's earliest settlers and first farmers. As the diggers
moved in to work on the Toome bypass, outside Toomebridge in Co Antrim,
archaeologists found more than 10,000 artefacts, including stone age axe
heads and flints from 9,400 years ago, through to bronze age times about
4,500 years ago. Paul McCooey, of Northern
A BRIGID'S GIRDLE
Last time I wrote I wrote from a rustic table
Under magnolias in South Carolina
As blossoms fell on me, and a white gable
As cleaned-lined as the prow of a white liner
Bisected sunlight in the sunlit yard.
I was glad of the early heat and the first quiet
I'd had for weeks. I heard the mocking bird
And a delicious, articulate
Flight of small plinkings from a dulcimer
Like feminine rhymes migrating to the north
Where you faced the music and the ache of summer
And earth's foreknowledge ga
When WWII broke out in 1939, Eamon de Valera's government announced a policy of strict neutrality. However, Northern Ireland (still very much part of the United Kingdom) was to play a significant role in WWII as England depended heavily upon its factories and shipyards to produce vital war supplies. This invited German attack, and Nazi air raids in April and May of 1941 killed 700 in Belfast and left 100,000 homeless. In violation of official Irish neutrality, German bombers also struck Dublin in May 19
"Fire Upon the Hearth"
I am the pillar of the house:
The keystone of the arch am I.
Take me away, and roof and wall
would fall to ruin utterly.
I am the fire upon the hearth.
I am the light of the good sun.
I am the heat that warms the earth.
Which else were colder than a stone.
At me the children warm their hands:I am their light of love alive
Without me cold the hearthstone stands.
Nor could the precious children thrive.
I am the twist that holds together
The children in its sacred ring.
Their knot of lo
O'ROURKE'S TABLE
August bank holiday weekend
Sunlight coming through the hazels
As we climb the steep path,
Fresh bark on the irregular steps
Up the slope of O'Rourke's table.
"You'll get an indulgence for this," a woman says
Stopping at the water gallon half-way up.
Printed histories on the notice boards
Are an excuse to delay and catch my breath.
And hill people twice my age plough on.
Sunlight hammers down on the anvil flat
Hill-top where the O'Rourkes of Breifne,
Held their banquets before that bothe
BIO: Fort Knox, KY, Knox Co., ME, and Knoxville, TN all bear this gentleman's name:
Henry KNOX (1750-1806) was born in Boston to immigrants from Northern Ireland. He was the proprietor of the London Book Store in Boston until he joined a local artillery company at age 18. In 1775 he brought 50 cannon (much needed artillery) from captured Fort Ticonderoga, thus saving them from British capture.
KNOX was promoted to brigadier-general after he directed George WASHINGTON's famous 1776 Christmas n
THERESA'S FRIENDS
>From the outset charmed
by the soft, quick speech
of those men and women,
Theresa's friends -- and the church
she went to, the "other,"
not the white plain Baptist
I tried to learn God in.
Or, later, in Boston the legend
of "being Irish," the lore, the magic,
the violence, the comfortable
or uncomfortable drunkenness.
But most, that endlessly present talking,
as Mr. Connealy's, the ironmonger,
sat so patient in Cronin's Bar,
and told me sad, emotional stories
with the quiet air of an
Hi Lisa, Check and see if your genealogy library has the Filby Volumes, a
set of about 10 volumes. Mr. Filby painstakingly transcribed data from
hundreds of passengers lists and fragments thereof of emigrants worldwide to
America and Canada over a period of a great, great many years ending circa
early 1900s. Maybe you will get lucky. The names are alphabetical by
surname but keep in mind alternate spellings. Be sure you keep track of
which volumes you have looked in. Jean
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Poet Philip LARKIN (1922-1985) was born in Coventry, England. He worked at
various libraries including the university at Hull and was at one time the
assistant librarian at Queen's University in Belfast.
DUBLINESQUE
Down stucco sidestreets
Where light is pewter
And afternoon mist
Brings light on in shops
Above race-guides and rosaries,
A funeral passes.
The hearse is ahead
But after there follows
A troop of streetwalkers
In wide flowered hats,
Leg-of-mutton sleeves
And ankle-length dresses.
There is an
THE MAN UPRIGHT
I once spent an evening in a village
Where the people are all taken up with tillage,
Or do some business in a small way
Among themselves, and all the day
Go crooked, doubled to half their size,
Both working and loafing, with their eyes
Stuck in the ground or in a board,
For some of them tailor, and some of them hoard
Pence in a till in their little shops,
And some of them shoe-soles -- they get the tops
Ready-made in England, and they die cobblers --
All bent up double, a village of hobble
Received this response in regards to Heaney's fine poem, "The Forge" --
Dear Jean,
My grandfather & two of his sons were blacksmiths. This poem reminds me so much of them. My uncles did show me how they made the horseshoes & I have one as a remembrance. This time was in 1949 on my first visit to beautiful Ireland with my dear Mother. Thank you so much for sharing these lovely poems with us.
Best Regards,
Mary Jo