The Irish Family History Foundation is rapidly putting more and more church records online for searching and buying. Recently they added County Limerick and the Cashel and Emly Diocese records for parishes in Co. Limerick are also included. Does anyone know if the they are also included in Co. Tipperary records? -- Pat Connors, visiting Rotundo West, FL http://www.connorsgenealogy.com

Sadlier, Mathew, husband of the late Eliza Hughes, born in Cashel, Co. Tipperary, aged 32 yrs., brother of Mary, Johanna, Kate, John, Nellie, Michael and Nora. Funeral from St. Rose's Church to Mt. Olivet -Feb. 19, 1900 Safford, Thomas, Oct. 12, 1893, native of Co. Tipperary, aged 40 yrs. Funeral from M. Blake's undertaking establishment, 708 W. 31st st. to All Saints Church to Calvary Sage, Margaret, Nov. 2, 1881, aged 54 yrs., 6 mos., native of Ballymalone, Co. Tipperary. Funeral from resid., 109 Wright st., to the Jesuit Church to Calvary. New York papers please copy. Scanlon, Bernard, June 18, 1895, aged 39 yrs., at resid., 3624 S. Ashland ave., son of Patrick and Mary, nee Fahey, native of Co. Tipperary, member of the Bricklayer's union. Funeral from St. Bridget's Church to Mt. Olivet Scully, Thomas, born June, 1830 in Mullinahone, Co. Tipperary, died March 19, 1914, aged 84 yrs; Margaret Scully, died March 25, 1920; Vincent Scully, died May 12, 1976; Estelle M. Scully, died Aug. 30, 1983; Section N Seymour, Patrick, Oct. 12, 1879, aged 79 yrs., at resid., 54 Augusta st., native of Co. Tipperary. Shanahan, Margaret, nee Kingsley, Aug. 14, 1888, native of Nenagh, Co. Tipperary, aged 40 yrs. Funeral from St. Patrick's Church to Calvary Shea, Michael, Aug. 4, 1881, aged 45 yrs., native of Thurles, Co. Tipperary. Funeral from 31 Ontario st. to Holy Name Cathedral to Calvary Sheehan, Thomas born April 8, 1871 in Carrick-on-Suir, Co. Tipperary of Patrick Sheehan married Jan. 27, 1909 to Catherine Galvin born Jan. 14, 1872 in Rivertown, Co. Sligo of James Galvin, witnesses: Michael O'Connor and Catherine Brennan Sheehy, Bridget, wife of the late David, native of Thurles, Co. Tipperary, mother of Maggie, Thomas, Michael and Edward. Funeral from 3036 Lowe to All Saints Church to Calvary -Feb. 6, 1897 Sheehy, James J., of the firm of J. S. Hyland & Co., was a son of Mrs. Richard Sheehy who died at the family's resid., in Peterborough, Canada on the 30th ult., aged 80 yrs. She was a native of Co. Tipperary and went to Canada forty years ago with her late husband and family of nine children. Her children were: William Sheehy of Nevada, Richard of Peterborough, James J. Sheehy of Chicago, Mrs. Flynn of Boston, Mrs. Corkery, Mrs. O'Brien, and Miss Mary Sheehy of Peterborough. -May 31, 1902 Sheehy, Josephine, at resid., 417 S. May st., wife of Patrick, native of Barna (Bourney?), Co. Tipperary, sister of Michael and Bridget Ryan. Funeral from the Jesuit Church to Calvary -May 4, 1898 Sheehy, Thomas, at 943 W. 35th st., husband of Mary, nee Cahill, native of Co. Tipperary. Funeral from Nativity Church to Mt. Olivet -June 22, 1892 (1) Mary, his wife, died July 30, 1901 at her daughter's resid., 413 W. 59th Pl, she was the sister of Rev. M. Cahill, and the mother of Dennis and Patrick Sheehy, Mrs. Lang, Mrs. James Kennedy, and Mrs. M. Hogan, a native of Ballyneety, Co. Limerick. Sheely, Thomas, husband of Honora, nee Horan, native of Co. Tipperary. Funeral from resid., 247 W. 16th st. to Sacred Heart Church to Calvary -July 22, 1893 Sheppard, Ann, born in Tipperary, Ireland, died Nov. 1, 1893, aged 85 years; J. B. Sheppard, husband of Nora Sheppard, born March 12, 1867, died Jan. 4, 1896; Richard A., husband of Catherine Sheppard, April 15, 1849-Sept. 12, 1903 Skahan, Ellen, nee Berkery, mother of Martin Skahan, Mrs. Patrick Connors, native of Newport, Co. Tipperary. Funeral from her son-in-law's resid., Officer Patrick Connors, 44 Miller st. to St. Patrick's Church to Calvary -Dec. 14, 1891 Slattery, John, Nov. 8, 1880, aged 47 yrs., native of Co. Tipperary. Funeral from resid., cor. Rockwell and Chicago aves. to St. Columbkille's Church to Calvary Slattery, William V., at Mercy Hospital, March 27, 1898, native of Nenagh, Co. Tipperary, aged 40 yrs. Burial Mt. Olivet Spain, John, at 606 Root st., son of Margaret and the late Michael, brother of Michael Spain and Mrs. Meara, native of Nenagh, Co. Tipperary, aged 30 yrs. Funeral from St. Gabriel's Church to Mt. Olivet -April 18, 1893 Spain, William born in Co. Tipperary in 1857; came to Chicago in 1870; entered the police force in 1884. Stack, John, husband of Anne Sheehan, Nov. 19, 1886, aged 45 yrs., native of Clonmell, Co. Tipperary. Funeral from resid., 2925 Cologne st. to St. Bridget's Church to Calvary Stapleton, Kate, March 25, 1889, at her sister's resid., Mrs. Powers, 75 W. 16th st., native of Co. Tipperary. Funeral from Sacred Heart Church to Calvary. Baltimore papers please copy. Stapleton, Michael, died May 2, 1887, aged 60 yrs., native of Co. Tipperary,(remainder of stone is unreadable); Section I Sullivan, Bridget, June 14, 1889, at resid., 261 Desplaines st., aged 75 yrs., aunt of James Ryan, Mrs. Bridget McCarthy, and Mrs. McGrath, native of Co. Tipperary. Funeral from St. Patrick's Church to Calvary Sullivan, Charles J. born Aug. 10, 1886 in Bellingary, Co. Tipperary of John C. Sullivan and Ellen Fitzpatrick, married Feb. 10, 1911 to Edith B. Turner, witnesses: John Sullivan and Pauline Wolff Sullivan, Dennis born Feb., 1880 in Carrick-on-Suir, Co. Tipperary of Michael Sullivan and Nora O'Donnell, married Sept. 7, 1910 to Anna F. Sweeney, born March 1, 1893 in St. Vincent's parish, Chicago of Francis Sweeney and Katherine Harrington, witnesses: Michael Sullivan and Agnes Sweeney Sullivan, J. C., superintendent of Calvary cemetery, was born in Co. Tipperary, May 31, 1850. He was engaged in farming in Ireland and came to Chicago in 1880 and became engaged with contractor P. J. Sexton as time-keeper, and afterward employed in insurance business. In April, 1872 he married Helen O'Flanagan of Co. Tipperary. They had eight children: Mary, Helen, Richard, Margaret, Miles, John, Fannie and Victor.

Does anyone have any information on or connection with descendants of John BRADSHAW and Mary Agnes CRONIN. The only information I have is that they had a child, Mabel, who was born at Fethard in 1883. David

Tombstone inscription from Montgomery Twsp, Le Seurer Co, MN USA Margaret Reeder b 1844 Borrisoleigh, Co Tippeary d 1927 husband - Jacob J Reeder father - Thomas Toohey Mother - Mary Egan

Could the list member who monitors the Wicklow list contact me. Thanks, Gay

Rosie Jeffrey has kindly scanned an old Borough Guide to Clonmel for us. I have uploaded the images to the IGP County Tipperary website. There are a number of photos of shops with the owner out front. I think you will enjoy it. To view go to: http://www.rootsweb.com/~irltip2/ Click on Directories on the menu. That will take you to the main index for all the directories we have. Have fun! Christina

Sorry I cant help you, I have no connection with the people you mention. ---- Janet Crawford <reojan@gmail.com> wrote: > Hi dear Friend, > Gay O'Neill from Western Aussie, has given me your email so hope I am = > contacting the correct person etc. > My husband is Michael Francis Shanahan Dawson. Michael's paternal = > grandmother was Mary Shanahan the eldest sister of Bishop Joseph = > Shanahan. I understand from Gay that you are interested in records etc = > of the Shanahan Family. > Looking forward to hearing from you, > Mary Dawson > email mary.cowie@clear.net.nz > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to COTIPPERARY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Hi dear Friend, Gay O'Neill from Western Aussie, has given me your email so hope I am = contacting the correct person etc. My husband is Michael Francis Shanahan Dawson. Michael's paternal = grandmother was Mary Shanahan the eldest sister of Bishop Joseph = Shanahan. I understand from Gay that you are interested in records etc = of the Shanahan Family. Looking forward to hearing from you, Mary Dawson email mary.cowie@clear.net.nz

This message is for Pat Connors. I tried your e-mail but would not go through. I am looking for a marriage record for Daniel Reddan and Anne Hough. I received the baptism dates for four of their children starting in 1830. Was informed they had no marriage record as their dates start in 1829 However on the site you recommended they show Nenagh marriage records as Sept 27, 1818 - 1840 Can you give me any help as to where to write for these records? Thank you Bev Enz

1887 Unknown Tipperary Newspaper. At the meeting of the Tipperary Guardians on July 19th three eviction notices were laid on the table--two at the instance of Count Moore against Bridget and Patrick Conway, and against Malachi O'Neill of Kilross. The third was at the suit of Robert Roe Fry against Daniel Hanly, Killadriff. At the meeting of the Cashel Guardians on July 21st, Relieving Officer Breen reported having been served with notices of evictions at the suit of Rev. Richard Toppin V Matthew Mittet (may be Millet) and others for lands of Buffana, and same V Michael Burke of same lands. He also reported having been served with a notice of eviction at the suit of Lord G. Quinn V John Burke (Walter), lands of Turraheen Upper. On Nov. 4th, the members of the Moycarkey Branch of the league and representative members from the adjoining branches of Thurles, Two-Mile-Borris, Holycross, Ballycahill, and thousands of others, the total amounting to over 5000, attended at Cabra, near Moycarkey, to build a hut for William Cahill, an evicted tenant from the estate of the "Hon" Bowes Daly. Sufficient stones were brought to build half a dozen huts, and as much straw and timber as such a number would require. The utmost enthusiasm prevailed. A large number of willing masons and other artificers got to work and very speedily put the hut in a fair way towards completion. On Nov. 15th, Mr. Fitzgerald, Sub. Sheriff, took his seat in the Record Court, Clonmel, attended by Mr. Quinn, Deputy Sheriff, to sell three farms under executions for rent and costs. The usual Police Escort was stationed in the building. J. Power, Ballydavid occupied the High Sheriff's box, and was greeted with derisive laughter. The holding of James Green, Killea (Landlord W. Hartigan) was bought in for the Landlord for £5. The farm of Thomas Millet, Ballyrichard, went for a £1 to his Landlord, John Palliser, and that of Michael Purcell, Glenagar, also went for a £1 to the Landlord, Richard R. Carew. Nobody bid but the Landlord's representatives, who were heartily groaned by a large crowd. On the night of August 28th midway between the village of Emly and New Pallas, a meadow field from which a tenant named Ryan was evicted, and which was sold in lots to the surrounding farmers by the Landlord, William Breden, J.P. Castleguard, was pierced by iron spikes, and when the mowing machines were put to work next day they were broken at once. Head Constable O'Keeffe, Tipperary, visited the place and found a large number of iron pins stuck in the field, but could obtain no traces of the agriculturalists who planted such a singular crop.

What a wonderful article! Thank you. Mary Heaphy <tipwex@eircom.net> wrote: A TIPPERARY TENANT,S TRIUMPH. There is not in any of Charles Levers rollicking notion of Irish life and character anything more thoroughly racy of the soil than is to be found in the facts which bring to an end a remarkable chapter in the strange eventful story of the Ireland of to-day. It is the stirring story of the Kilburry eviction. The scene of this true tale of life in Ireland in this year of grace is laid, very appropriately, in a romantic Tipperary valley. Here dwelt on a large farm the Meagher family of the respectable farming class. Representatives of this family had been in the place for generations as tenants holding a lease. Things went on comfortably with them until the hard times came. The rent fell into to arrears, year by year ; the landlord was pressing for his money; the tenant couldn't or wouldn't give it to him ; then the landlord wanted his land, and this the tenant resolutely refused to yield. Now a fierce struggle commenced for the possession of the land, the owner had the power of the law on his side, and the tenant had popular sympathy and practical support on his. The landlord brought his forces on the ground in the shape of the Sheriff, Bailiff, and Police. The tenant garrisoned his house with neighbours, and barricaded it so securely that the small legal force dare not attempt to take the place by storm. The Sheriff discreetly retired from the field. The Kilburry contest had now attracted the attention of the landlords and tenants throughout the country. It was regarded as a test case, and, accordingly, was watched with excited interest by the two classes, now face to face in open war. Here was a landlord who couldn't get either his rent or his land. Here was a tenant who defied the law and the landlord. A second descent was made on the tenant's house, in the rich vale under the shadow of Slievenamon. This time a powerful force of police invested the place, and a resident magistrate came out with the Riot Act in his pocket. The garrison in the house was likewise a large one ; a determined crowd of men and women was there, armed with all kinds of weapons, from a revolver to a rolling-pin, and. for the purpose of harassing the enemy there was a large supply of boiling water on the premises. The sheriff knocked at the door and demanded possession in the name of her most gracious Majesty Queen V Victoria. A shower of boiling water from an upper window answered him in the negative in a very practical fashion. Then the resident magistrate rode up to the fortress, with the Riot Act in his hand, ready for reading, and called upon the garrison to surrender or take the consequences, which he warned them would be serious. The garrison, represented by a young peasant in a flannel jacket, appeared at a window, said something unparliamentary about the Riot Act, and told the magistrate to take the place if he was able. Two scaling parties, composed of men of the Royal Irish Constabulary, were told off to attempt to effect an entrance through the windows, front and rear, while the main body of the forces battered at the doors with the butts of their rifles. The scaling parties found it hot work between boiling water and bludgeons and pitchforks, pokers, scythes, and reaping-hooks. A dozen constables took a long ladder and, rushing at the hall-door with it as a battering-ram, made a breach in the outworks through which the invading force swarmed. The garrison retreated up-stairs, and made a stand on the first landing ; driven from this, they retreated to the next landing, and there made another obstinate stand. By this time one of the scaling parties succeeded in entering through a back window, and the end of the fight was that the garrison was overpowered and made prisoners of war. They were handcuffed and led away captives. Now, the indignation meetings set in. Fierce demonstrations were held in the neighbourhood, at which a solemn vow was made that the farm from which Meagher was evicted should be allowed to waste until he was restored to possession. It was thoroughly under stood that the man who would take that farm, or work upon it in any way, for the benefit of the landlord or of himself, would do so at the risk of his life. No man took that risk. As soon as Meagher, his wife, and his retainers were liberated on bail to take their trial at the ensuing Assizes, a band of masked men, armed, accompanied him to his old home at night ; expelled the caretaker who was put in charge by the landlord, having previously sworn him not to undertake that sort of work any more, and reinstated Meagher in possession, swearing him to hold it against all comers. Here, now, was the landlord exactly in the position in which he found himself at the commencement of hostilities. Again the landlord put the legal machinery at work for the purpose of again expelling this terrible tenant. Blood was up to fever heat on both sides now. The farmhouse was put in a condition, within and without, to resist a prolonged siege ; it was amply provisioned, and was garrisoned by a band of braves who threw themselves, heart and soul, into the work. The crops on the farm were now ripe, and needed cutting. One bright moonlight night a swarm of peasantry came on the ground, and next day, as if by magic, that farm was bare ; the crops had been cut down by hundreds of reaping-hooks and scythes, and carried away to neighbouring barns. This extraordinary harvesting feat was, of course, accomplished in the interest of the tenant who was fighting his landlord. If a novelist were writing on imaginary incidents like these, he would find it absolutely necessary to wind up with a tragedy. There wouldn't seem to be any other natural way out of it. If he had a literary daring to make all these desperate doings end up not in a fierce and fatal fight for that farm, but in a jolly drinking bout on the spot by the contending forces, at which the landlord and the sheriff and the resident magistrate and the police were " toasted "in champagne, he would surely be consumed by the critics for constructing an outrageously improbable denouncement. Yet this, and much more! was what really did happen, in fact. It came about in this way :Through the instrumentality of the friends of landlord and tenant, a treaty of peace was signed on the following terms : One of the two years' rent due by the tenant to be forgiven ; the annual rent of the farm to be permanently reduced from £512 to £400 per annum ; the landlord to expend £300 on such improvements in drainage as the tenant may determine on. The tenant appears to have the better end of the peace compact, which, probably, the landlord was induced to accept on the principle of " anything for a quiet life." The last chapter in this remarkable drama is the strange one. The scene is laid in the same farmhouse in the rich Tipperary Valley. The dramatis persona are, as before, the tenant, his wife, and his followers ; the sheriff, the agent, and the magistrate, and the police. This time, however, the sheriff and his forces are not scaling the walls of the besieged dwelling, or battering at its barricaded doors. They are seated in the best parlour at the hospitable board of the tenant, on. which a champagne luncheon is spread. Mrs. Meagher, the tenant's wife, is doing the honours of the house, supported at the foot of the table by her husband. This party, so very strangely mixed, is gathered to celebrate the signing of the treaty of peace above mentioned. They have a good time of it. Instead of the crack of a rifle there is heard the pleasant popping of champagne corks. Everybody s health is drank in sparkling wine, and there is much spontaneous speechifying. The tenant proposes the health of the Landlord, the gent responds in suitable terms, and then rises and proposes the health of the hostess and the host. The latter, visibly affected, expresses acknowledgments for his wife and himself. The tenant asks the company to drink in bumpers to the health of the sheriff- the man who had the boiling water thrown over him during hostilities. The sheriff, a gushing little man, with his hand pressed to his 1eft ribs, protests that he is now enjoying the happiest moment of his life ; special bumpers are swallowed in compliment to the magistrate and to the police. When the feast was ended a local brass band escorted the guests to the railway station.- Dublin Letter in the Times. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to COTIPPERARY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

A TIPPERARY TENANT,S TRIUMPH. There is not in any of Charles Levers rollicking notion of Irish life and character anything more thoroughly racy of the soil than is to be found in the facts which bring to an end a remarkable chapter in the strange eventful story of the Ireland of to-day. It is the stirring story of the Kilburry eviction. The scene of this true tale of life in Ireland in this year of grace is laid, very appropriately, in a romantic Tipperary valley. Here dwelt on a large farm the Meagher family of the respectable farming class. Representatives of this family had been in the place for generations as tenants holding a lease. Things went on comfortably with them until the hard times came. The rent fell into to arrears, year by year ; the landlord was pressing for his money; the tenant couldn't or wouldn't give it to him ; then the landlord wanted his land, and this the tenant resolutely refused to yield. Now a fierce struggle commenced for the possession of the land, the owner had the power of the law on his side, and the tenant had popular sympathy and practical support on his. The landlord brought his forces on the ground in the shape of the Sheriff, Bailiff, and Police. The tenant garrisoned his house with neighbours, and barricaded it so securely that the small legal force dare not attempt to take the place by storm. The Sheriff discreetly retired from the field. The Kilburry contest had now attracted the attention of the landlords and tenants throughout the country. It was regarded as a test case, and, accordingly, was watched with excited interest by the two classes, now face to face in open war. Here was a landlord who couldn't get either his rent or his land. Here was a tenant who defied the law and the landlord. A second descent was made on the tenant's house, in the rich vale under the shadow of Slievenamon. This time a powerful force of police invested the place, and a resident magistrate came out with the Riot Act in his pocket. The garrison in the house was likewise a large one ; a determined crowd of men and women was there, armed with all kinds of weapons, from a revolver to a rolling-pin, and. for the purpose of harassing the enemy there was a large supply of boiling water on the premises. The sheriff knocked at the door and demanded possession in the name of her most gracious Majesty Queen V Victoria. A shower of boiling water from an upper window answered him in the negative in a very practical fashion. Then the resident magistrate rode up to the fortress, with the Riot Act in his hand, ready for reading, and called upon the garrison to surrender or take the consequences, which he warned them would be serious. The garrison, represented by a young peasant in a flannel jacket, appeared at a window, said something unparliamentary about the Riot Act, and told the magistrate to take the place if he was able. Two scaling parties, composed of men of the Royal Irish Constabulary, were told off to attempt to effect an entrance through the windows, front and rear, while the main body of the forces battered at the doors with the butts of their rifles. The scaling parties found it hot work between boiling water and bludgeons and pitchforks, pokers, scythes, and reaping-hooks. A dozen constables took a long ladder and, rushing at the hall-door with it as a battering-ram, made a breach in the outworks through which the invading force swarmed. The garrison retreated up-stairs, and made a stand on the first landing ; driven from this, they retreated to the next landing, and there made another obstinate stand. By this time one of the scaling parties succeeded in entering through a back window, and the end of the fight was that the garrison was overpowered and made prisoners of war. They were handcuffed and led away captives. Now, the indignation meetings set in. Fierce demonstrations were held in the neighbourhood, at which a solemn vow was made that the farm from which Meagher was evicted should be allowed to waste until he was restored to possession. It was thoroughly under stood that the man who would take that farm, or work upon it in any way, for the benefit of the landlord or of himself, would do so at the risk of his life. No man took that risk. As soon as Meagher, his wife, and his retainers were liberated on bail to take their trial at the ensuing Assizes, a band of masked men, armed, accompanied him to his old home at night ; expelled the caretaker who was put in charge by the landlord, having previously sworn him not to undertake that sort of work any more, and reinstated Meagher in possession, swearing him to hold it against all comers. Here, now, was the landlord exactly in the position in which he found himself at the commencement of hostilities. Again the landlord put the legal machinery at work for the purpose of again expelling this terrible tenant. Blood was up to fever heat on both sides now. The farmhouse was put in a condition, within and without, to resist a prolonged siege ; it was amply provisioned, and was garrisoned by a band of braves who threw themselves, heart and soul, into the work. The crops on the farm were now ripe, and needed cutting. One bright moonlight night a swarm of peasantry came on the ground, and next day, as if by magic, that farm was bare ; the crops had been cut down by hundreds of reaping-hooks and scythes, and carried away to neighbouring barns. This extraordinary harvesting feat was, of course, accomplished in the interest of the tenant who was fighting his landlord. If a novelist were writing on imaginary incidents like these, he would find it absolutely necessary to wind up with a tragedy. There wouldn't seem to be any other natural way out of it. If he had a literary daring to make all these desperate doings end up not in a fierce and fatal fight for that farm, but in a jolly drinking bout on the spot by the contending forces, at which the landlord and the sheriff and the resident magistrate and the police were " toasted "in champagne, he would surely be consumed by the critics for constructing an outrageously improbable denouncement. Yet this, and much more! was what really did happen, in fact. It came about in this way :Through the instrumentality of the friends of landlord and tenant, a treaty of peace was signed on the following terms : One of the two years' rent due by the tenant to be forgiven ; the annual rent of the farm to be permanently reduced from £512 to £400 per annum ; the landlord to expend £300 on such improvements in drainage as the tenant may determine on. The tenant appears to have the better end of the peace compact, which, probably, the landlord was induced to accept on the principle of " anything for a quiet life." The last chapter in this remarkable drama is the strange one. The scene is laid in the same farmhouse in the rich Tipperary Valley. The dramatis persona are, as before, the tenant, his wife, and his followers ; the sheriff, the agent, and the magistrate, and the police. This time, however, the sheriff and his forces are not scaling the walls of the besieged dwelling, or battering at its barricaded doors. They are seated in the best parlour at the hospitable board of the tenant, on. which a champagne luncheon is spread. Mrs. Meagher, the tenant's wife, is doing the honours of the house, supported at the foot of the table by her husband. This party, so very strangely mixed, is gathered to celebrate the signing of the treaty of peace above mentioned. They have a good time of it. Instead of the crack of a rifle there is heard the pleasant popping of champagne corks. Everybody s health is drank in sparkling wine, and there is much spontaneous speechifying. The tenant proposes the health of the Landlord, the gent responds in suitable terms, and then rises and proposes the health of the hostess and the host. The latter, visibly affected, expresses acknowledgments for his wife and himself. The tenant asks the company to drink in bumpers to the health of the sheriff- the man who had the boiling water thrown over him during hostilities. The sheriff, a gushing little man, with his hand pressed to his 1eft ribs, protests that he is now enjoying the happiest moment of his life ; special bumpers are swallowed in compliment to the magistrate and to the police. When the feast was ended a local brass band escorted the guests to the railway station.- Dublin Letter in the Times.

Old Irish Proverbs. It is no new assertion that the ancient kings, Brehons and Fileas, of the Milesian Irish, were men of great intelligence and wisdom, and that the sayings of Fethil the Wise, Moran, and Cormac MacArt were so many terse lessons of human wisdom; but it may be information to the majority of the Irish public of the present day to state that many of our proverbs in present use are nearly paraphrases of the old Milesian sayings. Annexed we give a list of genuine Irish proverbs, principally translated, and literally from Hardiman's Irish Minstrelsy, which will show the similarity between them and modern English proverbs : The rare jewel is the most beautiful. A blind man is no judge of colours. When the cat is out the mice dance. When the old hag is in danger she must run. Even a fool has luck. A mouth of ivy, a heart of holly. The historian's food is truth. Fierceness is often hidden under beauty. There is often anger in a laugh. A good dress often hides a deceiver. Fame is more lasting than life. A foolish word is folly. The Church that has no music is poor indeed. Lay up in time. Mild to the meek. Cat after kind. Force overcomes justice. Hope consoles the persecuted. The satiated forget the hungry. Long sleep renders a child inert. Hurry without haste. Drunkenness is the brother of robbery. Hope is the physician of each misery. It is difficult to tame the proud. Idleness is the desire of a fool. Look before you leap. Gold is light with a fool. The end of a feast is better than the beginning of a quarrel. A wren in the hand is better than a crane out of it. He who is out, his supper cools. The memory of an old child is long. Everything is revealed by time. A cat can look at a king. Patience is the cure of an inveterate disease. Learning is the desire of the wise. Character is better than wealth. Without treasure, without friends. A hungry man is angry. No man is wise at all times. Every dear article is woman's desire. Wisdom exceeds strength. Wine is sweet ; to pay for it bitter .

Wow! Thanks, Ted ----- Original Message ----- From: "Mary Heaphy" <tipwex@eircom.net> To: "Tipperary" <cotipperary@rootsweb.com>; "Tipperary IRL" <IRL-TIPPERARY-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tuesday, February 19, 2008 6:44 AM Subject: [COTIPPERARY] 12-11-1880 A TIPPERARY TENANT,S TRIUMPH. There is not in any of Charles Levers rollicking notion of Irish life and character anything more thoroughly racy of the soil than is to be found in the facts which bring to an end a remarkable chapter in the strange eventful story of the Ireland of to-day. It is the stirring story of the Kilburry eviction. The scene of this true tale of life in Ireland in this year of grace is laid, very appropriately, in a romantic Tipperary valley. Here dwelt on a large farm the Meagher family of the respectable farming class. Representatives of this family had been in the place for generations as tenants holding a lease. Things went on comfortably with them until the hard times came. The rent fell into to arrears, year by year ; the landlord was pressing for his money; the tenant couldn't or wouldn't give it to him ; then the landlord wanted his land, and this the tenant resolutely refused to yield. Now a fierce struggle commenced for the possession of the land, the owner had the power of the law on his side, and the tenant had popular sympathy and practical support on his. The landlord brought his forces on the ground in the shape of the Sheriff, Bailiff, and Police. The tenant garrisoned his house with neighbours, and barricaded it so securely that the small legal force dare not attempt to take the place by storm. The Sheriff discreetly retired from the field. The Kilburry contest had now attracted the attention of the landlords and tenants throughout the country. It was regarded as a test case, and, accordingly, was watched with excited interest by the two classes, now face to face in open war. Here was a landlord who couldn't get either his rent or his land. Here was a tenant who defied the law and the landlord. A second descent was made on the tenant's house, in the rich vale under the shadow of Slievenamon. This time a powerful force of police invested the place, and a resident magistrate came out with the Riot Act in his pocket. The garrison in the house was likewise a large one ; a determined crowd of men and women was there, armed with all kinds of weapons, from a revolver to a rolling-pin, and. for the purpose of harassing the enemy there was a large supply of boiling water on the premises. The sheriff knocked at the door and demanded possession in the name of her most gracious Majesty Queen V Victoria. A shower of boiling water from an upper window answered him in the negative in a very practical fashion. Then the resident magistrate rode up to the fortress, with the Riot Act in his hand, ready for reading, and called upon the garrison to surrender or take the consequences, which he warned them would be serious. The garrison, represented by a young peasant in a flannel jacket, appeared at a window, said something unparliamentary about the Riot Act, and told the magistrate to take the place if he was able. Two scaling parties, composed of men of the Royal Irish Constabulary, were told off to attempt to effect an entrance through the windows, front and rear, while the main body of the forces battered at the doors with the butts of their rifles. The scaling parties found it hot work between boiling water and bludgeons and pitchforks, pokers, scythes, and reaping-hooks. A dozen constables took a long ladder and, rushing at the hall-door with it as a battering-ram, made a breach in the outworks through which the invading force swarmed. The garrison retreated up-stairs, and made a stand on the first landing ; driven from this, they retreated to the next landing, and there made another obstinate stand. By this time one of the scaling parties succeeded in entering through a back window, and the end of the fight was that the garrison was overpowered and made prisoners of war. They were handcuffed and led away captives. Now, the indignation meetings set in. Fierce demonstrations were held in the neighbourhood, at which a solemn vow was made that the farm from which Meagher was evicted should be allowed to waste until he was restored to possession. It was thoroughly under stood that the man who would take that farm, or work upon it in any way, for the benefit of the landlord or of himself, would do so at the risk of his life. No man took that risk. As soon as Meagher, his wife, and his retainers were liberated on bail to take their trial at the ensuing Assizes, a band of masked men, armed, accompanied him to his old home at night ; expelled the caretaker who was put in charge by the landlord, having previously sworn him not to undertake that sort of work any more, and reinstated Meagher in possession, swearing him to hold it against all comers. Here, now, was the landlord exactly in the position in which he found himself at the commencement of hostilities. Again the landlord put the legal machinery at work for the purpose of again expelling this terrible tenant. Blood was up to fever heat on both sides now. The farmhouse was put in a condition, within and without, to resist a prolonged siege ; it was amply provisioned, and was garrisoned by a band of braves who threw themselves, heart and soul, into the work. The crops on the farm were now ripe, and needed cutting. One bright moonlight night a swarm of peasantry came on the ground, and next day, as if by magic, that farm was bare ; the crops had been cut down by hundreds of reaping-hooks and scythes, and carried away to neighbouring barns. This extraordinary harvesting feat was, of course, accomplished in the interest of the tenant who was fighting his landlord. If a novelist were writing on imaginary incidents like these, he would find it absolutely necessary to wind up with a tragedy. There wouldn't seem to be any other natural way out of it. If he had a literary daring to make all these desperate doings end up not in a fierce and fatal fight for that farm, but in a jolly drinking bout on the spot by the contending forces, at which the landlord and the sheriff and the resident magistrate and the police were " toasted "in champagne, he would surely be consumed by the critics for constructing an outrageously improbable denouncement. Yet this, and much more! was what really did happen, in fact. It came about in this way :Through the instrumentality of the friends of landlord and tenant, a treaty of peace was signed on the following terms : One of the two years' rent due by the tenant to be forgiven ; the annual rent of the farm to be permanently reduced from £512 to £400 per annum ; the landlord to expend £300 on such improvements in drainage as the tenant may determine on. The tenant appears to have the better end of the peace compact, which, probably, the landlord was induced to accept on the principle of " anything for a quiet life." The last chapter in this remarkable drama is the strange one. The scene is laid in the same farmhouse in the rich Tipperary Valley. The dramatis persona are, as before, the tenant, his wife, and his followers ; the sheriff, the agent, and the magistrate, and the police. This time, however, the sheriff and his forces are not scaling the walls of the besieged dwelling, or battering at its barricaded doors. They are seated in the best parlour at the hospitable board of the tenant, on. which a champagne luncheon is spread. Mrs. Meagher, the tenant's wife, is doing the honours of the house, supported at the foot of the table by her husband. This party, so very strangely mixed, is gathered to celebrate the signing of the treaty of peace above mentioned. They have a good time of it. Instead of the crack of a rifle there is heard the pleasant popping of champagne corks. Everybody s health is drank in sparkling wine, and there is much spontaneous speechifying. The tenant proposes the health of the Landlord, the gent responds in suitable terms, and then rises and proposes the health of the hostess and the host. The latter, visibly affected, expresses acknowledgments for his wife and himself. The tenant asks the company to drink in bumpers to the health of the sheriff- the man who had the boiling water thrown over him during hostilities. The sheriff, a gushing little man, with his hand pressed to his 1eft ribs, protests that he is now enjoying the happiest moment of his life ; special bumpers are swallowed in compliment to the magistrate and to the police. When the feast was ended a local brass band escorted the guests to the railway station.- Dublin Letter in the Times. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to COTIPPERARY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Mary Heaphy - I just joined the list - love these articles. Thank you. Kat - NJ - USA ----- Original Message ----- From: "Mary Heaphy" <tipwex@eircom.net> To: "Tipperary" <cotipperary@rootsweb.com>; "Tipperary IRL" <IRL-TIPPERARY-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tuesday, February 19, 2008 6:44 AM Subject: [COTIPPERARY] 12-11-1880 A TIPPERARY TENANT,S TRIUMPH. There is not in any of Charles Levers rollicking notion of Irish life and character anything more thoroughly racy of the soil than is to be found in the facts which bring to an end a remarkable chapter in the strange eventful story of the Ireland of to-day. It is the stirring story of the Kilburry eviction. The scene of this true tale of life in Ireland in this year of grace is laid, very appropriately, in a romantic Tipperary valley. Here dwelt on a large farm the Meagher family of the respectable farming class. Representatives of this family had been in the place for generations as tenants holding a lease. Things went on comfortably with them until the hard times came. The rent fell into to arrears, year by year ; the landlord was pressing for his money; the tenant couldn't or wouldn't give it to him ; then the landlord wanted his land, and this the tenant resolutely refused to yield. Now a fierce struggle commenced for the possession of the land, the owner had the power of the law on his side, and the tenant had popular sympathy and practical support on his. The landlord brought his forces on the ground in the shape of the Sheriff, Bailiff, and Police. The tenant garrisoned his house with neighbours, and barricaded it so securely that the small legal force dare not attempt to take the place by storm. The Sheriff discreetly retired from the field. The Kilburry contest had now attracted the attention of the landlords and tenants throughout the country. It was regarded as a test case, and, accordingly, was watched with excited interest by the two classes, now face to face in open war. Here was a landlord who couldn't get either his rent or his land. Here was a tenant who defied the law and the landlord. A second descent was made on the tenant's house, in the rich vale under the shadow of Slievenamon. This time a powerful force of police invested the place, and a resident magistrate came out with the Riot Act in his pocket. The garrison in the house was likewise a large one ; a determined crowd of men and women was there, armed with all kinds of weapons, from a revolver to a rolling-pin, and. for the purpose of harassing the enemy there was a large supply of boiling water on the premises. The sheriff knocked at the door and demanded possession in the name of her most gracious Majesty Queen V Victoria. A shower of boiling water from an upper window answered him in the negative in a very practical fashion. Then the resident magistrate rode up to the fortress, with the Riot Act in his hand, ready for reading, and called upon the garrison to surrender or take the consequences, which he warned them would be serious. The garrison, represented by a young peasant in a flannel jacket, appeared at a window, said something unparliamentary about the Riot Act, and told the magistrate to take the place if he was able. Two scaling parties, composed of men of the Royal Irish Constabulary, were told off to attempt to effect an entrance through the windows, front and rear, while the main body of the forces battered at the doors with the butts of their rifles. The scaling parties found it hot work between boiling water and bludgeons and pitchforks, pokers, scythes, and reaping-hooks. A dozen constables took a long ladder and, rushing at the hall-door with it as a battering-ram, made a breach in the outworks through which the invading force swarmed. The garrison retreated up-stairs, and made a stand on the first landing ; driven from this, they retreated to the next landing, and there made another obstinate stand. By this time one of the scaling parties succeeded in entering through a back window, and the end of the fight was that the garrison was overpowered and made prisoners of war. They were handcuffed and led away captives. Now, the indignation meetings set in. Fierce demonstrations were held in the neighbourhood, at which a solemn vow was made that the farm from which Meagher was evicted should be allowed to waste until he was restored to possession. It was thoroughly under stood that the man who would take that farm, or work upon it in any way, for the benefit of the landlord or of himself, would do so at the risk of his life. No man took that risk. As soon as Meagher, his wife, and his retainers were liberated on bail to take their trial at the ensuing Assizes, a band of masked men, armed, accompanied him to his old home at night ; expelled the caretaker who was put in charge by the landlord, having previously sworn him not to undertake that sort of work any more, and reinstated Meagher in possession, swearing him to hold it against all comers. Here, now, was the landlord exactly in the position in which he found himself at the commencement of hostilities. Again the landlord put the legal machinery at work for the purpose of again expelling this terrible tenant. Blood was up to fever heat on both sides now. The farmhouse was put in a condition, within and without, to resist a prolonged siege ; it was amply provisioned, and was garrisoned by a band of braves who threw themselves, heart and soul, into the work. The crops on the farm were now ripe, and needed cutting. One bright moonlight night a swarm of peasantry came on the ground, and next day, as if by magic, that farm was bare ; the crops had been cut down by hundreds of reaping-hooks and scythes, and carried away to neighbouring barns. This extraordinary harvesting feat was, of course, accomplished in the interest of the tenant who was fighting his landlord. If a novelist were writing on imaginary incidents like these, he would find it absolutely necessary to wind up with a tragedy. There wouldn't seem to be any other natural way out of it. If he had a literary daring to make all these desperate doings end up not in a fierce and fatal fight for that farm, but in a jolly drinking bout on the spot by the contending forces, at which the landlord and the sheriff and the resident magistrate and the police were " toasted "in champagne, he would surely be consumed by the critics for constructing an outrageously improbable denouncement. Yet this, and much more! was what really did happen, in fact. It came about in this way :Through the instrumentality of the friends of landlord and tenant, a treaty of peace was signed on the following terms : One of the two years' rent due by the tenant to be forgiven ; the annual rent of the farm to be permanently reduced from £512 to £400 per annum ; the landlord to expend £300 on such improvements in drainage as the tenant may determine on. The tenant appears to have the better end of the peace compact, which, probably, the landlord was induced to accept on the principle of " anything for a quiet life." The last chapter in this remarkable drama is the strange one. The scene is laid in the same farmhouse in the rich Tipperary Valley. The dramatis persona are, as before, the tenant, his wife, and his followers ; the sheriff, the agent, and the magistrate, and the police. This time, however, the sheriff and his forces are not scaling the walls of the besieged dwelling, or battering at its barricaded doors. They are seated in the best parlour at the hospitable board of the tenant, on. which a champagne luncheon is spread. Mrs. Meagher, the tenant's wife, is doing the honours of the house, supported at the foot of the table by her husband. This party, so very strangely mixed, is gathered to celebrate the signing of the treaty of peace above mentioned. They have a good time of it. Instead of the crack of a rifle there is heard the pleasant popping of champagne corks. Everybody s health is drank in sparkling wine, and there is much spontaneous speechifying. The tenant proposes the health of the Landlord, the gent responds in suitable terms, and then rises and proposes the health of the hostess and the host. The latter, visibly affected, expresses acknowledgments for his wife and himself. The tenant asks the company to drink in bumpers to the health of the sheriff- the man who had the boiling water thrown over him during hostilities. The sheriff, a gushing little man, with his hand pressed to his 1eft ribs, protests that he is now enjoying the happiest moment of his life ; special bumpers are swallowed in compliment to the magistrate and to the police. When the feast was ended a local brass band escorted the guests to the railway station.- Dublin Letter in the Times. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to COTIPPERARY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Hello, I am new to this site. Trying to find William Burke b 1877 and Michael Burke b 1888 +- Both born Ballylooby or Scartnaglorane Co Tipperary. Both migrated to USA before 1901 Father William Burke, Mother Margaret Kiely Both died 1914. Bill Burke Australia Email bill.burke@virginblue.com.au

April 1881 Freemans Journal. Last Monday, the 25th April, may be set down as an eventful day in the history of quiet little Cahir, on the lovely banks of the bright Suir. On the above day we had enacted on its borders one of the most stirring scenes now so common through the country, viz., a seizure for rent. Though everything was managed in the quietest possible manner by the authorities, yet the affair, by some inexplicable agency or other, got abroad, and the consequence was that the most ignominious failure of the "Landlord brigade" was the result. Various were the conjectures as to how the plans of the authorities became known. Some assert that the spy was in the very camp of the enemy; others put forward a different theory. Be this as it may, the full program was in their hands, and whether or not I know the source from which it came, I will not say. Some hour before noon, fifty or sixty of the 18th Hussars, stationed at Cahir Barracks, could be observed crossing Cahir demesne, seemingly with the greatest caution and silence. Their route lay directly towards Major Hutchinson's house, that gentleman being the principal personage in the comic drama played with the greatest éclat a few hours afterwards. Seventy or eight police, under the command of Sub. Inspector Bouchier and Colonel Carew R.M. also attended, and formed a living moving wall around the persons of the agent , the sub-sheriff, and three to four bailiffs. Immediately this little army proceeded to a Mr. Walshe's farm at Ballymacadam, on Lady M. Charteris's estate. Through her agent, Major Hutchinson, the present action was taken, because Mr. Walshe refused to pay his rent when a suitable and reasonable reduction was not forthcoming. Moreover he is rated enormously high, in fact he, with the other tenants on the estate (Who are standing together) are paying grinding rack-rents. Arriving on the farm the agent and his party proceeded on their seizing business. . Judge of their disappointment when their search was rewarded by finding on the whole premises only three bonhams. These disagreeable customers could not be easily carried without much noise, so they were left behind. The only other animal found on the farm was a specimen of the he goat, which was tastefully and elegantly decorated with green sprays of ivy and holly tied with green ribbons. On his large horns was a large pasteboard with the greeting "Welcome Major" in large letters. Great merriment was caused by this animal. Any person dared not approach him under pain of a good sound butting. A large crowd from the surrounding areas were there. A quick fire of bitter taunts and jeers was kept up at the agent by the crowd, accompanied by a continuous fire of rotten eggs. Being thus defeated the little cavalcade wended its way again, quick step, into Chair. The police, with their charge, proceeded by a back street to the barracks. Mr. Walsh addressed the assembled crowd at some length in the Square of the town in a most eloquent manner.

Going back in my memory to the time of "The Emergency" or what the rest of the world called The Second World War, I can remember cattle dealers "doing the rounds". There was no office and certainly no paper work. They toured the countryside in a trap pulled by a pony. knew ever farmer and probably every cow in the Parish. They would both buy and sell cattle. I remember a certain Mick Connors in Co Waterford visiting my father about once a month. The visit could last hours. After the weather, the state of the nation, and farming in general had been discussed, they would get down to business. "I saw on the way in you have a big bullock about ready for the butcher, would you be interested in selling him?" (Mick would already have been asked by a butcher to look out for an animal) A deal might or might not be done, depending if my father thought the effort of driving the animal into the fair was worth the extra he might get for him there. Or Mick might mention he had some one and a half year olds at his home ready for fattening off. As Mick had a good reputation for not selling bad animals, a deal might be done there and then and the cattle delivered to my father in a few days. Dealers could also travel further afield by train. Going to cattle fairs in areas where it was known cattle were cheaper, these would be purchased and moved by train to a fair in an area where cattle were making good prices. With the coming of cattle marts and the establishment of meat factories with their own buyers, and butchers no longer slaughtering their own meat the job of the cattle dealer has disappeared from Irish life. Kat, the only other thing I can say is cattle dealers were characters. Peter ----- Original Message ----- From: "Kathy" <sheehykathy@optonline.net> To: <COTIPPERARY@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, February 18, 2008 1:15 PM Subject: [COTIPPERARY] Questions re: Mullinahone cattle dealers > Good morning. > > I just joined this list as I need to get a better picture in my mind re > cattle in Mullinahone. > > This is what I know: my Edmond Mullally who resided in Mullinahone at the > time of his 1867 marriage (descended from Ensign James Mullally) claimed > that he and his father, Patrick, were "dealers". When Edmond's daughter > was born in 1881 in Mullinahone he claimed to be a "cattle dealer". > > I don't know if these Mullally's where sitting in an office in Mullinahone > and just doing paper work or were they hopping on horses and riding to > where the cattle were grazing. And, would the cattle be grazing in > Mullinahone? Did these Mullally's own the cattle or were they just the > middleman who bought and sold cattle for others? What did a cattle dealer > actually do? > > Of course, I need dates of births, deaths, etc. and that is always great > to find. However, I am truly interested in how my ancestors lived > day-by-day. > > If anyone has a general idea of what was going on in Mullinahone and the > surrounding area - or can suggested a website - from 1840's to 1880's - > that would be great. > > I believe that Edmond's in-law's, the Hacketts, were from Mullinahone as > quite a few of them are buried there. I am not certain if my Mullally's > were from Mullinahone or Edmond just moved there after his marriage to > Maria. > > Thank you, > > Kat - NJ - USA > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > COTIPPERARY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > >

Peter - Thank you so much for the peek into the past. I imagine things didn't change very much from the time of my ancestor to the time of your father. We actually have a few "characters" in my family - and now we know where it came from. Kat ----- Original Message ----- From: "Peter Langley" <paircfada@eircom.net> To: <cotipperary@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, February 18, 2008 10:07 AM Subject: Re: [COTIPPERARY] Questions re: Mullinahone cattle dealers > Going back in my memory to the time of "The Emergency" or what the rest of > the world called The Second World War, I can remember cattle dealers > "doing > the rounds". > > There was no office and certainly no paper work. > They toured the countryside in a trap pulled by a pony. knew ever farmer > and > probably every cow in the Parish. > They would both buy and sell cattle. > I remember a certain Mick Connors in Co Waterford visiting my father about > once a month. > The visit could last hours. After the weather, the state of the nation, > and > farming in general had been discussed, they would get down to business. > "I saw on the way in you have a big bullock about ready for the butcher, > would you be interested in selling him?" > (Mick would already have been asked by a butcher to look out for an > animal) > A deal might or might not be done, depending if my father thought the > effort > of driving the animal into the fair was worth the extra he might get for > him > there. > > Or Mick might mention he had some one and a half year olds at his home > ready > for fattening off. > As Mick had a good reputation for not selling bad animals, a deal might be > done there and then and the cattle delivered to my father in a few days. > > Dealers could also travel further afield by train. Going to cattle fairs > in > areas where it was known cattle were cheaper, these would be purchased and > moved by train to a fair in an area where cattle were making good prices. > > With the coming of cattle marts and the establishment of meat factories > with > their own buyers, and butchers no longer slaughtering their own meat the > job > of the cattle dealer has disappeared from Irish life. > > Kat, the only other thing I can say is cattle dealers were characters. > > Peter > > > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Kathy" <sheehykathy@optonline.net> > To: <COTIPPERARY@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Monday, February 18, 2008 1:15 PM > Subject: [COTIPPERARY] Questions re: Mullinahone cattle dealers > > >> Good morning. >> >> I just joined this list as I need to get a better picture in my mind re >> cattle in Mullinahone. >> >> This is what I know: my Edmond Mullally who resided in Mullinahone at the >> time of his 1867 marriage (descended from Ensign James Mullally) claimed >> that he and his father, Patrick, were "dealers". When Edmond's daughter >> was born in 1881 in Mullinahone he claimed to be a "cattle dealer". >> >> I don't know if these Mullally's where sitting in an office in >> Mullinahone >> and just doing paper work or were they hopping on horses and riding to >> where the cattle were grazing. And, would the cattle be grazing in >> Mullinahone? Did these Mullally's own the cattle or were they just the >> middleman who bought and sold cattle for others? What did a cattle >> dealer >> actually do? >> >> Of course, I need dates of births, deaths, etc. and that is always great >> to find. However, I am truly interested in how my ancestors lived >> day-by-day. >> >> If anyone has a general idea of what was going on in Mullinahone and the >> surrounding area - or can suggested a website - from 1840's to 1880's - >> that would be great. >> >> I believe that Edmond's in-law's, the Hacketts, were from Mullinahone as >> quite a few of them are buried there. I am not certain if my Mullally's >> were from Mullinahone or Edmond just moved there after his marriage to >> Maria. >> >> Thank you, >> >> Kat - NJ - USA >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> COTIPPERARY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the >> quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> >> > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > COTIPPERARY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Good morning. I just joined this list as I need to get a better picture in my mind re cattle in Mullinahone. This is what I know: my Edmond Mullally who resided in Mullinahone at the time of his 1867 marriage (descended from Ensign James Mullally) claimed that he and his father, Patrick, were "dealers". When Edmond's daughter was born in 1881 in Mullinahone he claimed to be a "cattle dealer". I don't know if these Mullally's where sitting in an office in Mullinahone and just doing paper work or were they hopping on horses and riding to where the cattle were grazing. And, would the cattle be grazing in Mullinahone? Did these Mullally's own the cattle or were they just the middleman who bought and sold cattle for others? What did a cattle dealer actually do? Of course, I need dates of births, deaths, etc. and that is always great to find. However, I am truly interested in how my ancestors lived day-by-day. If anyone has a general idea of what was going on in Mullinahone and the surrounding area - or can suggested a website - from 1840's to 1880's - that would be great. I believe that Edmond's in-law's, the Hacketts, were from Mullinahone as quite a few of them are buried there. I am not certain if my Mullally's were from Mullinahone or Edmond just moved there after his marriage to Maria. Thank you, Kat - NJ - USA