Hello Listers, I would like to express my interest in the MELLOWS and MELLOWES surnames. If you have either of these names in your family tree, or know someone with either of these names, please will you/they contact me? Thank you for reading this. Peter Gainsborough

I don't have any Mellowes in my family but there is a very famous Irishman by the name of Liam Mellowes. His father was from County Kilkenny. Liam was born in England while his father served in the army; he was raised mostly in Dublin. He played a very important role during the Easter Rising of 1916, The War of Independence (Black and Tan War) of 1919-1921 and the Irish Civil War between 1922-1923. Liam Mellowes was executed on December 8, 1922 by the Provisional Government or Free Staters. Liam was a Republican and did not accept the Treaty because it did not give autonomy to Ireland and also gerrymandered part of the Province of Ulster leaving 6 of its nine counties under British control. Two deputies of the Free State government, Sean Hales and Patrick O'Malley were shot. In reprisal for the shootings the Free State Cabinet decided to execute 4 Republican prisoners who represented the four provincinces of Ireland. The four, Liam Mellowes, Rory O'Connor, Joseph McKelvey and Richard Barrett were executed on December 8, 1922. The execution horrified the Irish. Beannachtai, Margaret (Máiread) ----- Original Message ----- From: "Peter Gainsborough" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Sunday, December 23, 2007 6:49 PM Subject: [IRELAND] Interests: Mellows & Mellowes > Hello Listers, > > I would like to express my interest in the MELLOWS and > MELLOWES surnames. > > If you have either of these names in your family tree, or > know someone with either of these names, please will you/they contact me? > > Thank you for reading this. > > > Peter Gainsborough

Hey - Hi - I don't see any photos at all - And also have you noticed not a PICO search anymore - but Google at bottom of each page - noticed this in the past couple of weeks Have a good one to you and all your loved ones Mimi We have just added another 40 photos to Deansgrange (Dublin County) - North section. That brings us to 120 photos. The South section has 35. To view go to: http://www.rootsweb.com/~irlarchive/ Click on Dublin and Headstones. The picosearch engine is up to date. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

We have just added another 40 photos to Deansgrange (Dublin County) - North section. That brings us to 120 photos. The South section has 35. To view go to: http://www.rootsweb.com/~irlarchive/ Click on Dublin and Headstones. The picosearch engine is up to date. I want to wish everyone on the list a Merry Christmas and a big ancestor find in the New Year. Cheers... Christina

IT'S LITTLE FOR GLORY I CARE It's little for glory I care; Sure ambition is only a fable; I'd as soon be myself as Lord Mayor, With lashins of drink on the table. I like to lie down in the sun, And drame when my faytures is scorchin', That when I'm too ould for more fun, Why, I'll marry a wife with a fortune. And in winter, with bacon and eggs, And a place at the turf-fire basking, Sip my punch as I roasted my legs, Oh! the devil a more I'd be asking. For I haven't a jaynius for work -- It was never the gift of the Bradies - But I'd make a most illigant Turk, For I'm fond of tobacco and ladies. -- Charles James Lever (1806-1872)

SNIPPET: Readers of Dublin's "Ireland of the Welcomes" magazine shared their impressions of the Emerald Isle in the Jan-Feb 2008 issue: Robert DEACON, Bellows Falls, VT: "I was especially interested in the article in your Sept-Oct 2007 issue on Lough Rynn Castle, as my great-grandfather, John DEACON, was a gardener on the Lough Rynn Estate in the 19th century. Like many Irish at the time, his son Henry (Harry) emigrated to America. He married Mary COYLE in St. Mary's Church of Ireland parish in Dublin in 1879, but her family did not approve of his humble origins as Mary's father, James, had been Chief Constable in the Royal Irish Constabulary in Farnaght, while his father was only a gardener. They sailed to Philadelphia and had ten children, six of whom lived to adulthood. For several years now we have stayed in The Pheasantry, which is now a self-catering cottage, and part of the original estate. Last spring, we visited Lough Rynn Castle and were graciously given a tour of the public rooms and then turned loose in the gardens. Having seen the house and gardens some years beforehand we were very happy to see the results of the restoration project. We are pleased to think that some of my great-grandfather's work still is being carried on. Next year we will be sure to have afternoon tea in the baronial hall." (The editor remarked that Sunday lunch at Lough Rynn (Co. Leitrim) is also a leisurely, delicious event.) Cliff PATRICK, Spartanburg, SC: "Born and raised in CT my genealogy says that I'm twenty-fifth Irish. My wife, Vicki, a 100% Polish girl first went to Ireland in 1982 for a Belleek collectors' convention. We had met a young Irish woman from the Belleek Pottery in Cincinnati, OH, a year earlier. Vicki returned to Ireland in 1984, '86, and '88. In January of 1990, the year of our 25th wedding anniversary, I challenged her to set up a three-week tour for us as an anniversary gift. She did, and we drove, 2,100 miles around Ireland. We returned in '94, and every year thereafter. In 2003 we bought a two-bedroom house in Belleek, which is now part of the Breifne area. The story we tell is that it just got too expensive for us to keep renting self-catering cottages every year, so we bought one instead. As soon as your Sept-Oct 2007 issue of "IOTW" arrived in the mail, I opened it and read it from cover to cover. When I saw your article on Breifne and photograph of the bluebells on page nine, I just had to write to you. We photographed bluebells last spring at Castle Caldwell, Belleek, Co. Fermanagh. I felt from reading your article that I must go 'home' in the next year or two. I particularly enjoyed the article on Lisdoonvarna and its obvious joy of living. Although we live in South Carolina now, I look forward to our bi-annual visits to Belleek. It's the people and the quiet lifestyle that keep bringing us back. It's like coming home. I was very impressed by your new format and the fantastic photographs. Nonetheless, the table of distances in your 'Byways' feature is extremely difficult to read, with the light green/dark green combination of print and background ... everything else is very readable. Please continue the excellent job you are doing with "IOTW," especially the snippets of 'Bits and Pieces' which whet our appetite to see the 'homeland' soon." (For his letter and photograph of bluebells, the editor sent him the gift of a copy of "Ireland - Erindipity The Irish Miscellany" by David KENNY.)

Hi list, from Staveley Dbys, England. Settlement Examination John COOK 47, born Dublin , document dated 1830 mike -- http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~spire/Yesterday/index.htm

Merry Christmas, all. Someone posted a little verse on the Ireland-L list on "The American Wake" that many of our Irish relatives attended. Just like a funeral wake, but the the departed were dead and hadn't left yet. They were those who were leaving for America (or Canada, Australia, etc.) and would not be returning and would never be seen again. Ray Marshall Minneapolis Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2007 09:25:36 -0800 From: "Jean R." <[email protected]> Subject: [IRELAND] "After the American Wake" -- Vincent WOODS, b. Tarmon, Co. Leitrim 1960 To: <[email protected]> AFTER THE AMERICAN WAKE It is 1904 or 1905 - we don't know the time of year but it's likely summer. Two men are saying goodbye forever at a green gate over a stream. They are both called Myles, both are tall and thin. One is going to America and will never return. One is staying here and will never leave. They have watched the dawn rise over the lough, seen the last of the stragglers home. They hear the jingle of the horse's harness, linger, clasp hands, hear the driver shout. Remember, said the one leaving, Remember tonight. -- Vincent Woods ------------------------------ The American Wake A Meenleitrim area metaphor for emigration was to "saddle the salmon", that is, to put a saddle on the local fish in the nearby Shannon River and swim the ocean to find a new place to live. A unique event then occurred which took place daily over all of Ireland for 75 years. Jerry and millions like him paid their last respects to their parents while they were still alive. A wake for the living, known to those who had one, as the "American Wake." It started in Ireland, which was the first place in the world where adult children were forced by economic and political circumstances to leave their parents and relatives, which for the vast majority, would not only be the last time that they would not only see each other, but in many a case might be the last time that they might even hear of each other due to the vagaries of ocean travel and the uncertainty of life in a new land with little reliable communications, especially for the poverty stricken and often illiterate immigrants from Ireland. "The American Wake began at night time, in the house of the emigrant, and continued through the night until the early hours. The young emigrant would have previously visited friends and neighbors letting them know of the impending departure. All who were close were expected to attend. They often were not occasions for merriment, but somber gatherings with serious conversation and advice for the young emigrant. In areas of acute poverty no refreshments were offered, but on rare occasions, a few neighbors brought a small quantity of poteen, but generally the dancing was absent. Women noted for their ability to keen (wail or lament) would be called upon to acquaint listeners with the virtues of the emigrant and the suffering brought upon the parents by the departure. This eulogy was given in a high pitched wail, resulting in a room full of keening women and weeping men. For 'when money was scarce, travel slow and perilous, illiteracy widespread, and mail service highly uncertain and destinations only vaguely perceived, the departure for North America of a relative or neighbor represented as final a parting as a descent to the grave.' In less poverty‑stricken areas, the American Wake proved itself a more festive occasion. Baking, cooking and cleaning were all part of the preparations. Neighbors frequently contributed food and a half‑barrel of porter or stout was available for the men. The kitchen furniture was moved and seating was provided around the walls for neighbors and friends. Song and dance followed, only to be interrupted by offers of tea, and stronger beverages. Jibs, reels, quadrilles, hornpipes, and Irish step dancing were the order of the day. The older people seated themselves around the hearth, while the younger ones took to the floor. The next morning, the emigrant was accompanied by friends and family to the train station or the dockside for his embarkation." (Kelley, et al., Blennerville, pp. 147‑50) The sorrow of those left behind was equally acute as it was for those leaving ‑ ‑ ‑ Come back! Come back! Back to the land of your fathers! Let us hear once more the sound of the soft Gaelic in our halls; the laughter of your children beneath our roots, the skirl of the bagpipe and the tinkle of the harp in our courts, the shout of our young men in the meadows by the river, the old, heart-breaking songs from the fields, the seanchas here where our broken windows stare upon weed‑covered lawns. Come back! Come back! The days are dark and short since ye went; there is no sunshine on Ireland and the nights are long and dismal. And there in the moonlit abbey by the river rest the bones of your kindred. The group, most likely accompanied by other relatives and neighbors, no doubt traveled by local stage coach the half dozen miles or so to Tralee and there purchased a train ticket to the City of Cork in the County of that name in the southwest corner of Ireland. Cork's ocean port was called Queenstown in those days, named so by the English masters in tribute to the 7 1/2 minute or so visit by Victoria to Cobh in the 1850's. After Ireland became a country in its own right, Queenstown was renamed Cobh, Gaelic for "Cove", pronounced identically.

Thanks to the good work of Phil Buckley I have five more civil parish tithe applotments online. They are Caher, Dogstown, Inishlounaght, Knockgraffon and Mortlestown. You can find links to them on the Tipperary section of my website (url under my name). -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com

RECOLLECTIONS: Alice TAYLOR wrote a warm remembrance of a 1940s childhood in the Irish countryside in Co. Cork in her "To School Through The Fields" some years back that was popular on both sides of the Atlantic. Here are two small excerpts: "My grandmother was a formidable old lady. She was six feet tall and, dressed in flowing black with a crochet shawl around her shoulders, she carried herself with grace and dignity. In later years she used a walking stick, but she walked with regal bearing until the day she died at ninety-eight years of age. It could be that she needed the stick to maintain law and order when she was unable to move as fast as she wanted, for while grandmothers are supposed to be loving and soft-bosomed, mine certainly did not fit into that picture: she was strong willed and domineering and ruled the house with a rod of iron. Her husband was dead with years so she ran the large farm herself and thrived on it. She was a forerunner of the struggle for equality and she was confident that most women could run a business as well if not better than men. She did just that, but in her time she was no ordinary woman. She killed her own pig and seldom sent for a vet as she could dose cattle and repair fractures like an expert. Some of her mother's people were doctors so she maintained that medicine was in her blood and, indeed, when one of her workmen was gored by a bull her fast, skilful action saved his life.... My grandmother was a tough woman who did not know the meaning of fear..." And of her mother, Alice wrote: "Despite the fact that my mother was tolerant and flexible in most situations, she did have streaks of uncompromising rigidity. The family rosary was one of these: sick, maimed or crippled, we were all on our knees for the rosary, and helpers, visitors, or anyone who happened to call at the wrong time were apt to be included During the summer months I knelt inside the kitchen window looking down over the fields where the cows were grazing after milking. When my turn came to give out the decade I used the cows in the field to count my ten Hail Marys. I mentally sectioned off ten in a corner, but as my mind floated back and forth across the valley the cows naturally moved around so my ten could decrease to five or six. If I said the Glory before schedule my mother gently intervened in the background -- 'Two more.' Of if my herd increased and my Hail Marys swelled beyond the ten she interrupted with "Glory, now, Glory." She also fought gallantly to keep us all supplied with rosary beads, but they were continually getting lost or broken. She never tried to convert my father to beads, so he cracked his knuckles as he went along to keep count. Her rosary was one thing, but her additions to it were something else. First came the litany starting 'Holy Marys" and we would all chant, 'Pray for us,' in response. After Holy Mary came a long list and somewhere down the list came 'Ark of the Covenant' and 'Gate of Heaven.' After 'Gate of Heaven' one night my mother lost her concentration and she floundered and repeated it a few times, failing to remember what came next. Finally a little voice in the background piped up helpfully: 'Try Nelson's Pillar!' Everybody fell around the floor laughing, and my father took advantage of the opportunity to call a halt to the litany for the night. But the litany was only one of the many additions. There were three Hail Marys for this neighbour and a second lot for another one, until my father would start complaining, "For God's sake, we'll be here till morning." We prayed diligently for years for one neighbor who was studying to be a teacher and of whom my father voiced the opinion that "if a bumble bee had his brains he'd fly backwards," but despite this pronouncement on the neighbour's grey matter he still qualified. It was my mother's conviction that prayer could move mountains and indeed hers often did; at least they moved mountains of ignorance. During exam time she always lit a candle in the centre of the parlour table. I would come home during exams and peep into the parlour to check if she had remembered. It was always lighted. It was a symbol of caring and in later years her children wrote as adults to her from many corners of the world asking her to light her candle and pray for their special problems."

AFTER THE AMERICAN WAKE It is 1904 or 1905 - we don't know the time of year but it's likely summer. Two men are saying goodbye forever at a green gate over a stream. They are both called Myles, both are tall and thin. One is going to America and will never return. One is staying here and will never leave. They have watched the dawn rise over the lough, seen the last of the stragglers home. They hear the jingle of the horse's harness, linger, clasp hands, hear the driver shout. Remember, said the one leaving, Remember tonight. -- Vincent Woods

THE SPIRIT OF THE FOREST I am one spirit of all the trees I have whispered your name Down the leaves, down the leaves, And my voice is not hushed In the song of a bird Only those who believe Only those who have heard. And I'm in the bluebells and they are in me In the bark and branches The sap and the seed, And I am in you, and you are in me, Only those who believe, Only those who can see. And I'm in the woodbine, The rose and the thorn, In the wind and the sun, In the blizzard and storm, I am the silence, I am the green, Come, come and hear Your name on the breeze. -- Breege Duffy, "Seeing the Wood and the Trees" ed. Rowley and Haughton (Cairde na Coille - Forest Friends Ireland/Rowan Tree Press (2003).

THE BALLAD OF BEFANA An Epiphany Legend Befana the Housewife, scrubbing her pane, Saw three old sages ride down the lane, Saw three gray travelers pass her door -- Gaspar, Balthazar, Melchior. "Where journey you, sirs?" she asked of them. Balthazar answered, "To Bethlehem, For we have news of a marvelous thing. Born in a stable is Christ the King." "Give Him my welcome!" Then Gaspar smiled, "Come with us, mistress, to greet the Child." "Oh, happily, happily would I fare, Were my dusting through and I'd polished the stair." Old Melchior leaned on his saddle horn. "Then send but a gift to the small Newborn." "Oh, gladly, gladly I'd send him one, Were the hearthstone swept and my weaving done. As soon as ever I've baked my bread, I'll fetch Him a pillow for His head, And a coverlet too," Befana said. "When the rooms are aired and the linen dry, I'll look at the Babe." But the Three rode by. She worked for a day and a night and a day, Then, gifts in her hands, took up her way. But she never could find where the Christ Child lay. And still she wanders at Christmastide, Houseless, whose house was all her pride, Whose heart was tardy, whose gifts were late; Wanders, and knocks at every gate, Crying, "Good people, the bells begin! Put off your toiling and let love in." -- Phyllis McGinley Born in Ontario, Oregon, Phyllis McGinley was an author, poetess (winner of Pulitzer for Light Verse), teacher and editor. She married and moved to Larchmont, New York. Her writing often reflects the obsurdities of everyday life with affection and humor.

LADY SELECTING HER CHRISTMAS CARDS Fastidiously, with gloved and careful fingers, Through the marked samples she pursues her search. Which shall it be: the snowscape's wintry languors Complete with church. An urban skyline, children sweetly pretty Sledding downhill, the chaste ubiquitous wreath, Schooner or candle or simple Scottie With verse underneath? Perhaps it might be better to emblazon With words alone the stiff, punctilious square. (Oh, not Victorian certainly. This season One meets it everywhere.) She has a duty proper to the weather -- A Birth she must announce, a rumor to spread Wherefore the very spheres once sang together And a star shone overhead. Here are the tidings which the shepherds panted One to another, kneeling by their flocks. And they will bear her name (engraved, not printed), Twelve-fifty for the box. -- Phyllis McGinley was born in 1905 in Ontario, OR, lived in CO, UT, CA and NY, married Charles Hayden. She was an author, poetess, teacher and editor and won a Pulitzer for Light Verse. Her poetry reflects everyday life with affection and humour.

> > A few years ago, I thought there was a rootsweb site called Travel-Ireland or something like that. Has it been dropped or does anyone knoe of a site simular to it? It was a list that Rootsweb discontinued. It moved over to Yahoo and there are a few travel agents on the list always ready to help one with plans, not to mention all the people on the list who have traveled to Ireland and are helpful. You can find it here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Eire_Travel/ -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com

TripAdvisor.com is a free travel guide and research website that offers reviews and information to help plan a vacation. Users research potential locales and attractions to visit, and hotels to book, primarily by browsing the thousands of reviews posted on the website each week by other travelers. TripAdvisor is an example of consumer generated media. Jean ----- Original Message ----- From: "Sharon" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Monday, December 17, 2007 10:16 AM Subject: [IRELAND] Traveling Ireland site >A few years ago, I thought there was a rootsweb site called Travel-Ireland >or something like that. Has it been dropped or does anyone knoe of a site >simular to it? > > On this particular site, folk just posted things about traveling to > Ireland. Many topics. One was about renting cars and driving around the > island. > > Thanks, > [email protected]

Sharon - Planning a trip to Ireland? Lots of good advice, travel tips at travel writer Rick Steves' website. Steves travel books are very popular and updated yearly. One suggestion: IRELAND Length of Visit: 5 Days - Dublin, Dingle Peninsula (western-most tip of Ireland, Gaelic-speaking fishing villages w/Irish folk music). 7 Days - Add Galway and a day in Belfast. 9 Days - Add County Clare/Burren. 11 Days - Add Northern Ireland's Antrim Coast. 15 Days - Add Aran Islands, Wicklow Mountains. 19 Days - Add Kinsale (Cork), Waterford, Valley of the Boyne 30 miles north of Dublin w/burial ground Newgrange, Monasterboice high crosses, Trim (Meath) Castle where "Braveheart" was filmed. 23 Days - Add Ring of Kerry, Connemara (Galway), Derry, Donegal. http://www.ricksteves.com/plan/tips/tips_menu.htm Jean ----- Original Message ----- From: "Sharon" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Monday, December 17, 2007 10:16 AM Subject: [IRELAND] Traveling Ireland site >A few years ago, I thought there was a rootsweb site called Travel-Ireland >or something like that. Has it been dropped or does anyone knoe of a site >simular to it? > > On this particular site, folk just posted things about traveling to > Ireland. Many topics. One was about renting cars and driving around the > island. > > Thanks, > > > > > [email protected] > > "One Nation Under God"

A few years ago, I thought there was a rootsweb site called Travel-Ireland or something like that. Has it been dropped or does anyone knoe of a site simular to it? On this particular site, folk just posted things about traveling to Ireland. Many topics. One was about renting cars and driving around the island. Thanks, [email protected] "One Nation Under God" --------------------------------- Be a better friend, newshound, and know-it-all with Yahoo! Mobile. Try it now.

SNIPPET: Readers shared their thoughts on the Emerald Isle in the Jan-Feb 2008 issue of Dublin's "Ireland of the Welcomes" magazine: Bob CECIL, Baltimore, MD: "Last summer, my wife Maureen and I visited Ireland for the first time. We spent two weeks travelling from the west, from Doolin and Lisdoonvarna, along the southern loop across the Shannon, to the Dingle and up the Conor Pass, down to Baltimore, Co. Cork, (we had to, we live in Baltimore, Maryland, USA) then on to the Wicklow mountains and finally Dublin. It was magical. Maureen is a weaver and knitter and loves textiles, so on our way we stopped at the Avoca handweavers mill where we saw 100-year-old looms and beautiful woven craft. While the flowers outside the shop could not have been more vivid, this simple scene of yarns on a windowsill struck me, because of the colour and the texture. Anyway, we love your beautiful country, the land of our ancestors -- a place of music, history and especially colour." Sherrell WOMACK, Atlanta, GA: "Although I am not, as far as I know, Irish, I have always felt myself to possess an Irish soul. I cannot help it; in my dreams I am the red-haired lass riding across the rolling green hills with the bonnie prince at my heels and wolfhounds racing ahead of us. I see myself in the pub hoisting a pint and finding my way to the stone cottage down the lane by the light of the bright moon. My sisters (who have decidedly French names) and I will be coming to Ireland this year, a trip we have been saving for since I confessed my secret "Irishness" to them a while ago. I subscribed to your magazine so that I would be knowledgeable about your wonderful country and also to keep their interest peaked. I share your articles with them and write captions like, "We'll do this," or, "Can't you see us here?," on your beautiful photographs. Your magazine has exceeded my expectations and I cannot wait for it to arrive. Thank you for bringing this little bit of Ireland to me every two months." Bernard COOMBES, Hixson, TN: "In August 2006, we toured Ireland for a week. My wife's paternal ancestors came from Ireland in the mid-19th century. Little is known of them except for nominal inscriptions on tombstones, but my wife and her brother believe from old family accounts that their great-grandfather came from Co. Cork. During our tour, we looked up two telephone directories for the family name 'LEAHEY.' Although there were four and a half columns listed with the spelling 'LEAHY,' there was not a single 'LEAHEY' listed. We spent our final night in New Ross, Co. Wexford. Our guide asked if any of us were interested in visiting the nearby 'Dunbrody' ship before our departure the next morning. During the tour of the emigrant ship, the guide told us about a computer database of émigrés from that location. However, much to my disappointment, the database was not available via the Internet. Although we had barely five minutes available, I accessed the database, and immediately found a 'John LEAHEY' listed. As time was going by, I became frustrated, because I was unable to print off the listing for this John LEAHEY. At that point, the lady behind the shop counter sensed my plight, and kindly asked me which of the entries I was interested in. When I identified John LEAHEY, she promptly printed out this data for me ... Although we were not overtly searching family roots, the availability of a fruitful database and one lady's benevolence have given us a beautiful memory of Ireland."

Thank you Jean. Some great links. Yes, I believe he was Catholic - at least William married in a Catholic Church in Newington, London (to a girl of Irish origins, although her father does not give his county of birth, simply Ireland) Walsh certainly is a challenge. I only found the name of William's father from the marriage certificate and have no idea idea when he came to England, although probably between 1851 and 1859. As William worked for the Post Office all his life in England, findmypast lists him among Civil Servants 1752-1948 ie if this is him. He is the only one listed from Carlow of the right age and a search usefully gives his date and place of birth. Unfortunately, there is nothing on IGI for him. Regards Jackie "Jean R." <[email protected]> wrote: Bennekerry 268 Carlow Carlow Ballinacarrig Carlow Leinster Bennekerry 361 Carlow Carlow Urglin Carlow Leinster >From the IreAtlas (all-Ireland) townland search engine at the Leitrim-Roscommon website. Key: Townland/Acres/County/Barony/Civil Parish/Poor Law Union/Province. Bennekerry appears to be a townland with records from two civil parishes to explore and the PLU town of Carlow would be the nearest large town and possibly the place of registration. Check out the data at www.ireland.com/ancestor/ - particularly what is available in the way of County Carlow records. They have a surname search engine and also (paid) info. on particular parishes where that surname are found. WALSH presents a challenge as a more common surname. Hopefully, another lister can give you more direction. Where they Catholic? There is a Bennekerry website: http://homepage.eircom.net/~bennekerry/index.htm#f BENNEKERRY PARISH The parish is located in north County Carlow between the towns of Carlow and Tullow. Contact & Info BINN an CHOIRE Gaelic name A parish of the Catholic Diocese of Kildare & Leighlin, Ireland. Address: Bennekerry, Carlow, Ireland. The Parish Church is located at Ballinakillbeg. A former church was located in the townland of Bennekerry. That remained the parish name. ------ Per John GRENHAM's "Tracing Your Irish Ancestors" There are also surviving Church of Ireland (Protestant) records for the Parish of Carlow: 1. Baptisms 1695-1885; Marriages 1695-1915; Deaths 1698-1894 in the Representative Church Body Library (Dublin). 2. Baptisms 1744-1816; Marriages 1744-1816; Burials 1744-1816 (Genealogical Office Dublin #578 extracts). 3. Baptisms 1698-1835; Marriages 1698-1835; Burials 1698-1835 in the National Archives Dublin #1073. 4. Check the LDS (Mormon) FHC records. . www.familysearch.org Jean ----- Original Message ----- From: "jackie wing" To: Sent: Friday, December 14, 2007 1:23 PM Subject: [IRELAND] Bennekerry -Carlow > Please could someone tell me if Bennekerry is a parish within the town of > Carlow or if it is a town nearby. I have William Walsh born 1st July 1836 > in Bennekerry who I believe may have been the son of James Walsh, farmer. > Please could someone point me in the right direction where to discover > more about this family which is a complete brickwall. > > Many thanks > > Jackie ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message --------------------------------- Sent from Yahoo! &#45; a smarter inbox.