>From Another Irish List --
LIMERICK
On January 2d Judge Purcell took his seat in the Crown Court, Limerick,
and opened the city business of the Quarter Sessions. The Grand Jury
having been sworn, he addressed them, saying he was happy to tell them
that there was nothing for them to do, as there was only one case
standing over from last sessions, but as an important witness could not
be found it would not come before them. Mr. Patrick Kenna, T.C., the
newly-appointed City High Sheriff, then presen
This poem by Pulitzer prize-winning poet, Elizabeth BISHOP, born in Worcester, MA, apparently is about the Atlantic and the Canadian coast and no doubt part of the life of many immigrants.
AT THE FISHHOUSES
Although it is a cold evening,
down by one of the fishhouses
an old man sits netting,
his net, in the gloaming almost invisible,
a dark purple-brown,
and his shuttle worn and polished.
The air smells so strong of codfish
it makes one's nose run and one's eyes water.
The five fishouses have steeply pea
MEMORY LANE: There is a 1948 photo of little Peter KELLY, his childhood friend, Tommy AYRES, Tommy's smiling father holding an AYRES infant (or perhaps even KELLY's own baby brother, Geoff), in the November 1998 issue of the "Best of British - Past & Present" magazine. It was that creased and grubby old snapshot that brought back memories and a desire on Mr. KELLY's part to revisit 50 years later the street and house where he had lived for six of his formative years. When Peter was a small boy, he li
I hope you find these old newspaper accounts as fascinating as I do.
Forwarded with permission:
BALLINA CHRONICLE
Ballina, Mayo, Ireland
Wednesday, June 20, 1849
WHAT ARE OUR PROSPECTS?
We are near crisis. A few more days will, in all human probability,
tell
the story of our prospects for the ensuing year. We are now in that state of
suspense about the potato crop which must force upon us the anticipation of
ourwretched condition in case of another failure. Who can contemplate the
future without deep
Literary great Walt WHITMAN wrote movingly about his experiences serving as a volunteer in hospitals during the American Civil War, comforting the wounded in any way that he could. He saw President Abraham LINCOLN on occasion, remarking on his "tired, gaunt, seamed face," and wrote about the nation's shock at LINCOLN's murder on 14 April 1865, while attending a play just days following the war's end. WHITMAN composed many fine poems about the Civil War, Lincoln's death, and he also made notations abou
EPITAPH FOR CU CHUIMNE
Anonymous (c. 700)
Translated by Thomas Kinsella
Cu Chuimne in his youth
studied half the truth,
then turned from the second half
and studied women.
With the fullness of years
he developed wisdom,
and turned away from women
to complete his studies.
THE FORT OF RATHANGAN
Anonymous (c. 700)
Translated by Kuno Meyer
The fort against the oak-wood
Once it was Bruidge's, it was Cathal's,
It was Aed's, it was Ailill's,
It was Conaing's, it was Cuiline's,
And it was Maelduin's;
The fort r
BIO: Philip KEARNY (pronounced KAHR nee) was an American and Union general. At the outbreak of the Civil War, he became a brigadier general of NJ volunteers. He served in all the important battles in the Eastern theater and rose to major general and division commander. He was killed on 1 Sept 1862, at the Battle of Chantilly, in VA.
KEARNY was born in NYC. In 1833, he was graduated from Columbia College (now Columbia University). His wealthy family opposed his desire to be a soldier, but he secure
Posting My Surname Interests Again --
My redheaded Irish Catholic Patrick & son Michael FORDE/FORD, apparently
from Drumshanbo, Co. Leitrim, Ireland. Who was Patrick FORDE/FORD's wife?
Who were his siblings? Need other Irish surname to advance my research.
Have some good possibilities but need something definite!
Patrick's son Michael FORDE born late 1863/early 1864 in Ireland emigrated
to Liverpool, apparently dropped the "E" in his surname, married
Liverpudlian Sarah Ann GEORGE, raised large family
A poem for the English on the list --
A SUSSEX SONNET
So clearly I remember Beachy Head,
The giant white chalk cliff above the sea,
Where many foreign footsteps softly tread
'Mongst daisies flushed with thrift on grassy lea.
And anchored in the Channel far below
A lighthouse flashing warnings to the fleet:
Don't come too close where rollers ebb and flow,
Should razor-sharpened rocks by chance you meet.
Look inland to the beautiful South Downs,
Where cottages of thatch and golden grain
Make patchwork quilt
SNOW MORNING
I walk to work along Shelbourne Road,
after the Christmas holiday.
Inches of snow cover over the gardens;
on the trees each branch looks like a stroke
of artist's white paint,
and lilies laden with delicate meringues
form fairy designs.
Bunches of red fruit on the cotoneaster
give a warm glow to the cold day.
Hedges, stifled from constant trimming,
bear spheres of whiteness,
squashed into the tight branches;
the grass is covered in a cotton carpet,
and sleet drops mark out a pattern,
reminding
Passing this along from another list --
----- Original Message -----
From: "peter alagona"
> Hello
> For births in NSW Australia 1788 to 1905\deaths and marriage 1788 to 1945
are online at www.bdm.nsw.gov.au
> for immigration records etc www.records.nsw.gov.au (go to indexes)
> If you are after Irish immigrants to NSW Aus 1828 to 1842 I can help you
> Peter
Received this sweet note from Kay in response to my John McCORMACK post:
---- Original Message -----
From:
> He was my grandfather's (Owen McMahon) favorite singer, my mother told me
how
> when he use to come home from the woolen mill, he would put on his record
and
> make one of the kids keep turning the phonograph as he relaxed, he would
sing
> My Wild Irish Rose to my grandmother and twirl her around the room. I
have
> his CD and love his voice also.
>
> Kay Bailey (McMahon, Morris, M
Dear Frank in the UK -- Thank you so much for your remarks and clarifications. There are always two sides to every story. It was kind and correct of you to take the time to share your research. I would appreciate it if you could post your note as an addendum to my note re Mr. Soyer at the Rootsweb Message Boards (if that is where you saw it), and I will send along your additional information to the two Irish e-mails lists where I also posted this story. Jean, Washington State.
----- Original Messa
Forwarded from another list:
Just an update and some further research sites for those interested in
Country Antrim.
COUNTY ANTRIM - The Northern Ireland Genweb is part of the WorldGenWeb
Project which is a non-profit, volunteer based organization dedicated to
providing genealogical and historical records and resources for
world-wide access. It further offers free research guidance from all
our world-wide network of volunteer genealogists.
http://www.rootsweb.com/~nirantri/
The NORTHERN IRELAND GenWeb M
SHANCODUFF
My black hills have never seen the sun rising,
Eternally they look north towards Armagh.
Lot's wife would not be salt if she had been
Incurious as my black hills that are happy
When dawn whitens Glassdrummond chapel.
My hills hoard the bright shillings of March
While the sun searches in every pocket.
They are my Alps and I have climbed the Matterhorn
With a sheaf of hay for three perishing calves
In the field under the Big Forth of Rocksavage.
The sleety winds fondle the rusty beards of Shanco
A WHITE ROSE
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
Oh, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud,
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
-- John Boyle O'Reilly (1844-1890)
AT A POTATO DIGGING
I
A mechanical digger wrecks the drill,
Spins up a dark shower of roots and mould.
Labourers swarm in behind, stoop to fill
Wicker creels. Fingers go dead in the cold.
Like crows attacking crow-black fields, they stretch
A higgledy line from hedge to headland;
Some pairs keep breaking ragged ranks to fetch
A full creel to the pit and straighten, stand
Tall for a moment but soon stumble back
To fish a new load from the crumbled surf.
Heads bow, trunks bend, hands fumble towards the bl
Co. Tipperary - The Brule tribe was a branch of the Sioux Nation, a group that lived in SD and who, before the arrival of European settlers, led a peaceful existence. Regrettably, however, relations between the Brules and their new neighbors became strained and marked by frequent skirmishes. In 1855, in response to a Brule robbery that ended in the deaths of three white men, General William HARNEY, known to the Native Americans as "White Whiskers Harney," led a punitive expedition against the tribe, killi
BIO: While there continues to be some question as to exactly where former US President Andrew JACKSON was born, NC or SC, the life of this unpolished individual with rough frontier manners and a hair-trigger temper would have the positively Irish quality of tragedy and triumph. Andrew's Scotch-Irish parents, a poor farm couple, and their first two sons Hugh and Robert apparently left Ireland in 1765, settling in the Carolinas because so many other Protestant Irish immigrants lived there. Jackson neve
Pardon of John Dalton of the county of Westmeath, horseman,
and Margery Dalton, wife of Gerald Dalton, of Glascarne,
gentlewoman, for the murder of Walter Dalton, horseman. --
Penultimo die
April 1546, 37th year of the reign of Henry VIII
from the Patent and Close Rolls
BIO: In 1996, Sr. Mary Erginia celebrated her 107th birthday, but her
memory reached backed to pre-Famine Ireland through the stories told her by
her great-grandmonther, Honora Kelly, who as a 30-year-old widow escaped the
Great Hunger and brought her seven children to Chicago in 1849. Sr. Erigina
lived with her great-grandmother and remembered her well. "She wore a white
fluted bonnet and smoked a clay pipe," she said. "One or other of the
children was always knocking it to the floor. It would shatter
Hi List -- Does anyone know if the LDS or FH centers in Ireland, England or USA have 1911 Ireland Census (also 1911 British Isles Census) microfilmed or computerized and available for researching via townland or by surname? Jean
Below are the origins of prominent family names in Ireland
that came from the acquiring of titles and large tracts of
land as spoils of war granted by the English king/queen or
Parliament at the time.
Barry - Lord Justice of Ireland, Lord of Castle Lyons,
Buttevant, and Barry's Court, Baron of Ibawne. Viscount,
Buttevant and Earl of Barrymore.
Bedlow or Bellew - Lord Baron of Duleek.
Beresford - Marquis of Waterford.
Brown - Baron Castle Ross, Viscount Kenmare and Baron of
Castle Brown.
Burke or De Bu