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 --------------------------------- Support the World Aids Awareness campaign this month with Yahoo! for Good

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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" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> 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

See, this Constance was a go-getter just like you! Mom ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jean R." <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, December 13, 2007 5:38 PM Subject: [IRELAND] The Rebel Countess -- "Remembering Con Markievicz" --Cecil DAY-LEWIS (b. Co. Laois) - GORE-BOOTH > REMEMBERING CON MARKIEVICZ > > Child running wild in woods of Lissadell: > Young lady from the Big House, seen > In a flowered dress, gathering wild flowers: Ascendancy queen > Of hunts, house-parties, practical jokes -- who could foretell > (Oh fiery shade, impetuous bone) > Where all was regular, self-sufficient, gay > Their lovely hoyden lost in a nation's heroine? > Laughterless now the sweet demesne, > And the gaunt house looks blank on Sligo Bay > A nest decayed, an eagle flown. > > The Paris studio, your playboy Count > Were not enough, nor Castle splendour > And fame of horsemanship. You were the tinder > Waiting a match, a runner tuned for the pistol's sound, > Impatient shade, long-suffering bone. > In a Balally cottage you found a store > Of Sinn Fein papers. You read -- maybe the old sheets can while > The time. The flash lights up a whole > Ireland which you have never known before, > A nest betrayed, its eagles gone. > > The road to Connolly and Stephen's Green > Showed clear. The great heart which defied > Irish prejudice, English snipers, died > A little not have shared a grave with the fourteen. > Oh fiery shade, intransigent bone! > And when the Treaty emptied the British jails, > A haggard woman returned and Dublin went wild to greet her. > But still it was not enough: an iota > Of compromise, she cried, and the Cause fails. > Nest disarrayed, eagles undone. > > Fanatic, bad actress, figure of fun -- > She was called each. Ever she dreamed, > Fought, suffered for a losing side, it seemed > (The side which always at last is seen to have won), > Oh fiery shade and unvexed bone. > Remember a heart impulsive, gay and tender, > Still to an ideal Ireland and its real poor alive. > When she died in a pauper bed, in love > All the poor of Dublin rose to lament her. > A nest is made, an eagle flown. > > -- C. Day-Lewis, Poet Laureate of England > > Note - Lovely Constance Gore-Booth (Countess Markievicz), the eldest > daughter of an Anglo-Irish baronet, had been privately educated at > Lissadell, the family home in Co. Sligo. She was presented at Court in > 1887 > and was thoroughly at home in the world of gala balls. Then in 1900 she > married a Polish Count, settled in Dublin in 1903 and began to move > towards > feminism, socialism and extreme nationalism, much to the distress of early > admirers such as Yeats. In the 1916 rising she fought with the Irish > Citizen > Army and initially was condemned to death. In the 1918 General Election > she > became the first woman MP but declined to take her seat, in accordance > with > Sinn Fein policy. Imprisoned again during the war of independence, "the > rebel countess" completed her long journey from her background by branding > the Anglo-Irish treaty of 1921 a betrayal of republican hopes. > > > ------------------------------- > 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 -- I am using the free version of SPAMfighter for private users. It has removed 5117 spam emails to date. Paying users do not have this message in their emails. Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len

REMEMBERING CON MARKIEVICZ Child running wild in woods of Lissadell: Young lady from the Big House, seen In a flowered dress, gathering wild flowers: Ascendancy queen Of hunts, house-parties, practical jokes -- who could foretell (Oh fiery shade, impetuous bone) Where all was regular, self-sufficient, gay Their lovely hoyden lost in a nation's heroine? Laughterless now the sweet demesne, And the gaunt house looks blank on Sligo Bay A nest decayed, an eagle flown. The Paris studio, your playboy Count Were not enough, nor Castle splendour And fame of horsemanship. You were the tinder Waiting a match, a runner tuned for the pistol's sound, Impatient shade, long-suffering bone. In a Balally cottage you found a store Of Sinn Fein papers. You read -- maybe the old sheets can while The time. The flash lights up a whole Ireland which you have never known before, A nest betrayed, its eagles gone. The road to Connolly and Stephen's Green Showed clear. The great heart which defied Irish prejudice, English snipers, died A little not have shared a grave with the fourteen. Oh fiery shade, intransigent bone! And when the Treaty emptied the British jails, A haggard woman returned and Dublin went wild to greet her. But still it was not enough: an iota Of compromise, she cried, and the Cause fails. Nest disarrayed, eagles undone. Fanatic, bad actress, figure of fun -- She was called each. Ever she dreamed, Fought, suffered for a losing side, it seemed (The side which always at last is seen to have won), Oh fiery shade and unvexed bone. Remember a heart impulsive, gay and tender, Still to an ideal Ireland and its real poor alive. When she died in a pauper bed, in love All the poor of Dublin rose to lament her. A nest is made, an eagle flown. -- C. Day-Lewis, Poet Laureate of England Note - Lovely Constance Gore-Booth (Countess Markievicz), the eldest daughter of an Anglo-Irish baronet, had been privately educated at Lissadell, the family home in Co. Sligo. She was presented at Court in 1887 and was thoroughly at home in the world of gala balls. Then in 1900 she married a Polish Count, settled in Dublin in 1903 and began to move towards feminism, socialism and extreme nationalism, much to the distress of early admirers such as Yeats. In the 1916 rising she fought with the Irish Citizen Army and initially was condemned to death. In the 1918 General Election she became the first woman MP but declined to take her seat, in accordance with Sinn Fein policy. Imprisoned again during the war of independence, "the rebel countess" completed her long journey from her background by branding the Anglo-Irish treaty of 1921 a betrayal of republican hopes.

SNIPPET: The tragically early deaths of two daughters of Sligo's Lissadell estate in the 1920s inspired their friend William Butler YEATS to write these lines in memory of Eva GORE-BOOTH and Con MARKIEVICZ: "The light of evening, Lissadell/Great windows open to the south/Two girls in silk kimonos, both/Beautiful, one a gazelle ..." The two girls in his poem were Constance GORE-BOOTH and her sister Eva. Constance, artist, fearless hunter and revolutionary would marry a fellow-artist Count Casimir MARKIEVICZ and become known to history as the Countess. Eva, the poet, moved to England and fought tirelessly to improve the lot of the downtrodden. Both travelled far, in physical distance and in way of life from the privileged aristocratic circles of their childhood and early youth. Sir Josslyn, younger brother of Constance, managed the estate for nearly fifty years until his death in 1944. He was a brilliant gardener and plant breeder and made Lissadell famous throughout the world as a source of old and new varieties of flowers. Sir Robert, who built the house, is remembered in particular for his successful efforts to feed the starving during the Great Hunger of 1847. Father of the Countess, Sir Henry GORE-BOOTH, was a courageous yachtsman and explorer and devoted to the welfare of those who depended on him. It is not at all surprising then, that Constance and her sister Eva developed such strong social consciences. Tragedy overtook the family as the 20th century progressed. The countess was condemned to death for her part in the Easter Rising of 1916 - fortunately her sentence was commuted and she was imprisoned for some time, before her release and triumphant entry to more regular politics. Both she and Eva died in their 50s. Their brother Josslyn lived on, but his son Hugh, who should have taken over the management of the estate was killed in action in WW-II, as was his brother Brian. The sisters lived on in Lissadell - but in increasing poverty and, while the house was maintained by the next generation, the gardens became neglected and overgrown. Eighty years have passed since they died - but their stately home survives and, just three years ago, entered on a time of transformation from slightly decaying residence to a combination of family home, treasure house of art and architecture, and "honeypot" of horticulture and beautiful landscape. In 2003 the house and grounds were put on the market by the GORE-BOOTH family. It was bought by two distinguished lawyers, Edward S. WALSH and his wife Constance CASSIDY. With their seven children, they wanted to bring it back to its original purpose - a real family home. But their ambitions were a great deal wider than that and included, above all, a wish to make this unique assemblage of history, art, architecture and landscape accessible to everyone. The approach road runs along the seashore. Access to the grounds is open to everyone. There are guided tours available -- and delicious rhubarb tarts! The present owners have succeeded in transforming this unique place of privilege to a palace for all to enjoy. Those with an interest in Co. Sligo would enjoy the several-page article about the history of Lissadell by Christopher MORIARTY and the colorful photographs by sisters Isobel and Pamela CASSIDY of this enchanting estate and its beautiful environs in the Sept-Oct 2007 issue of Dublin's "Ireland of the Welcomes" magazine; a back copy of that issue can be ordered at www.irelandofthewelcomes.com One can also visit the excellent website at www.lissadellhouse.com

CLIMBER All summer the clematis wilted in a container The trefoil leaves were pale their roots repressed in silence. Until a climber was planted out back - filled with dark earth. Shoots discovered new found space growing with energy from suns an awareness of moons. Now the faint-scented pink and white flowers are dancing in the sky, foliage spread benignly camouflaging the grey of winter looking ahead to layering in spring. -- Paddy Glavin "Seeing the Wood and the Trees," ed. Rowley & Haughton, Cairde Na Coille, Forest Friends Ireland/Rowan Tree Press ( 2003).

HOMEBOY Taken from his mother at birth and reared in the County Home, left with strangers on a farm at fourteen, there was no time for education. A life of slavery lay before him, working for abusive farming men and women. He grew old in his youth, suffering backache from hard work and wettings as he laboured at every job he was given. Sleeping in lofts, cattle gave heat to his tired body night after night. The farmers he had slaved for know nothing of his whereabouts. In his sixties, on a week's holiday paid for by the St. Vincent De Paul, he enjoys the company of women, and is overcome when given a present of a book, or a woman asks for his address. Never before getting as much as a Christmas card, this old man seems cared for, happy in Knock. -- Mary Guckian, "Perfume of the Soil," Swan Press/1999

I like to remind list members at Christmas that I have put together a page with recipes as made by Irish mothers and grandmothers. We welcome contributions. I think it is nice to name the recipe after the ancestor who made it. The url is: http://www.rootsweb.com/~irllog/recipes/main.htm Enjoy :) Christina Ireland Genealogy Projects Archives http://www.rootsweb.com/~irlarchive/

----- Original Message ----- From: "Christina Hunt" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]>; <[email protected]>; <[email protected]>; "irish-mi-l" <[email protected]> Cc: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, December 11, 2007 4:45 PM Subject: [IRELAND] Irish Ancestors Recipes > I like to remind list members at Christmas that I have put together a page with > recipes as made by Irish mothers and grandmothers. > We welcome contributions. I think it is nice to name the recipe after the > ancestor who made it. > The url is: > http://www.rootsweb.com/~irllog/recipes/main.htm My biggest ptoblem with some Irish recipes is they call for leftover mashed potatoes. I NEVER have leftover mashed potatoes!

SNIPPET: "Frank McCOURT's life and his searing telling of it, reveals all we need to know about being human," wrote the 'Detroit Free Press when his award-winning memoir, 'Angela's Ashes' was published in 1996. Frank taught English for many years at Stuyvesant High School in NYC after he returned to the States from Ireland as a young man. Here are some excerpts: "My father and mother should have stayed in New York where they met and married and where I was born. Instead, they returned to Ireland when I was four, my brother, Malachy, three, the twins, Oliver and Eugene, barely one, and my sister, Margaret dead and gone." In the lanes of Limerick the family tried to survive on what amounted to fried bread and tea. Father had problems finding and then keeping a job. "The lice are disgusting, worse than rats. They're in our heads and ears and they sit in the hollows of our collarbones. They dig into our skin. They get into the seams of our clothes and they're everywhere in the coats we use as blankets. We have to search every inch of Alphie's body because he's a baby and helpless. The lice are worse than fleas ..... The shirt I wore to bed is the shirt I wear to school. I wear it day in day out. It's the shirt for football, for climbing walls, for robbing orchards I go to Mass and the Confraternity in that shirt and people sniff the air and move away. If Mam gets a docket for a new one at the St. Vincent de Paul the old shirt is promoted to towel and hangs damp on the chair for months or Mam might use bits of it to patch other shirts. She might even cut it up and let Alphie wear it a while before it winds up on the floor pushed against the bottom of the door to block the rain from the lane. ... We go to school through lanes and back streets so that we won't meet the respectable boys who go to the Christian Brothers' School or the rich ones who go to the Jesuit school, Crescent College. The Christian Brothers' boys wear tweed jackets, warm woolen sweaters, shirts, ties and shiny new boots. We know they're the ones who will get jobs in the civil service and help the people who run the world. The Crescent College boys wear blazers and school scarves tossed around their necks and over their shoulders to show they're cock o' the walk. They have long hair which falls across their foreheads and over their eyes so that they can toss their quiffs like Englishmen. We know they're the ones who will go to university, take over the family business, run the government, run the world. We'll be the messenger boys on bicycles who deliver their groceries or we'll go off to England to work on the building sites. Our sisters will mind their children and scrub their floors unless they go off to England, too. We're ashamed of the way we look and if boys from the rich schools pass remarks we'll get into fights and wind up with bloody noses or torn clothes... Grandma's next-door neighbor, Mrs. Purcell, has the only wireless in her lane. The government gave it to her because she's old and blind. I want a radio. My grandmother is old but she's not blind and what's the use of having a grandmother who won't go blind and get a government radio? Sunday nights I sit outside on the pavement under Mrs. Purcell's window listening to plays on the BBC and Radio Eireann, the Irish station You can hear plays by O'Casey, Shaw, Ibsen and Shakespeare himself, the best of all, even if he is English .... And you can hear strange plays about Greeks plucking out their eyes because they married their mothers by mistake. One night I am sitting under Mrs. Purcell's window listening to 'Macbeth.' Her daughter, Kathleen, sticks her head out the door. Come in, Frankie. My mother says you'll catch the consumption sitting on the ground in this weather. Ah no Kathleen. It's all right. No. Come in They give me tea and a grand cut of bread slathered with blackberry jam. Mrs. Purcell says, Do you like the Shakespeare, Frankie? I love the Shakespeare, Mrs. Purcell. Oh, he's music, Frankie, and he has the best stories in the world. I don't know what I'd do with meself of a Sunday night if I didn't have the Shakespeare. When the play finished she lets me fiddle with the knob on the radio and I roam the dial for distant sounds on the shortwave band, strange whispering and hissing, the whoosh of the ocean coming and going and Morse Code dit dit dit dot. I hear mandolins, guitars, Spanish bagpipes, the drums of Africa ... here is the great boom of Big Ben, this is the BBC Overseas Service and here is the news. Mrs. Purcell says, Leave that on, Frankie, so we'll know the state of the world. After the news there is the American Armed Forces Network and it's lovely to hear the American voices easy and cool and here is the music, oh man, the music of Duke Ellington himself telling me take the A train to where Billie Holiday sings only to me, 'I can't give you anything but love, baby. That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby.' Oh, Billie, Billie, I want to be in America with you and all that music, where no one has bad teeth, people leave food on their plates, every family has a lavatory, and everyone lives happily ever after. And Mrs. Purcell's says, Do you know what, Frankie? What, Mrs. Purcell? That Shakespeare is that good he must have been an Irishman."

SNIPPET: In the Jan-Feb 2002 issue of "Ireland of the Welcomes" magazine published in Dublin, travelers shared their thoughts: Judy FERRARO, Maywood, NJ: "My husband surprised me on our wedding anniversary last year with a box full of travel books, maps of Ireland and a copy of your magazine. He promised he would take me back to my ancestors' homeland for our 25th anniversary. We spent an entire year planning our itinerary and were packed and ready to go when terror and sorrow struck our shores. The airports closed, our flights were cancelled, and after much thought, our plans were put on hold until further notice. We WILL reschedule our trip, as the events of September 11, 2001 will not dissuade our determination, and "Ireland of the Welcomes" will again become a vital reference tool in planning another itinerary. Thank you for such an informative and delightful look inside the people and places of Ireland. I feel I'm there, right here in New Jersey." The editor responded, "With so many links between our countries, we are all saddened by the events of September 11th." Carol and Grady O'DAY, Wisconsin Rapids, WI wrote: "Thank you for your recent article about 'Different Drums,' a group we became captivated with and which featured in your July-Aug 2001 issue. We heard them perform at the Irish Fest in Wisconsin in 2000. Since then, we have searched for a place to purchase their CD but came up empty-handed. 'Different Drums" were in Wisconsin again in 2001 and we had the good fortune of having a relative find their CD for us. They are an awesome group and you cannot help but to try and keep the beat when they play the Lambeg drums. We have never heard anyone like them before and to hear such an electrifying performance was a privilege. Thank you again for such an interesting article." Jane Finan MULLIN, Congers, NY shared: "Last year about this time, I began to research for my family's first trip to Ireland. Our son, Chris, who was then a senior in High School, wanted desperately to go to the land of his ancestors. Chris, a skilled bagpiper, had become quite a student of Irish history. We saw this as perhaps our last opportunity to travel with him as he was preparing to go off to college. Thanks to your magazine, I was able to access so many ideas for places to stay, or visit and contacts to make. One important place that I wanted to visit, was St. Finan's Bay, since my maiden name is FINAN, not a very common Irish name in the States. I had heard about St. Finan's Bay, knew it was somewhere in Co. Kerry, but had no idea how to find it. As you can imagine, I was delighted when I received my Mar-Apr 2001 copy of your magazine, to find St. Finan's Bay featured on the cover! I went out and bought several copies of the magazine, to send to my family. You certainly made my day. With tears in my eyes I stood at the shore of St. Finan's Bay and felt a deep and lasting connection to this very special spot in a very special place. Now I have pictures of the Bay, and my dear father's memory is honoured in those photographs. Not to be outdone, your next issue featured Prince August Factory, the concern that makes the 'Lord of the Rings' figures. Could this be true, we thought? Could there really be such a place? Chris is a major Tolkien fan and was waiting anxiously for the movie to come out (Dec 2001). Knowing that the factory was not on any tour map, we contacted the company which would be providing us with a driver, and lo and behold, they indeed were able to arrange for us to visit the factory. Thanks to your magazine, we were able to visit this extraordinary place, where we, and especially our son, who had a million questions, were treated with the incredible courtesy we came to recognise all over Ireland...." Stuart Quayle, Wellington, NZ wrote: "I married my lovely Irish Co. Clare-born wife in 1965 in Wellington, New Zealand. Seven years later, with our three children in tow, it was at last possible to meet my "in-laws," (father, sister and four brothers) and my wife's nieces, nephews, cousins and many friends dispersed around Ireland. Since then my wife and I have made another 12 visits to Ireland to enhance those wonderful relationships and take some time out to explore extensively in your diverse and scenic country. In 1974 we began subscribing to "Ireland of the Welcomes" and have been totally engrossed in successive issues with their rich tapestry of social, cultural, historical, artistic and romantic articles about Ireland and its vast tourist opportunities. Yes - Ireland is alive and well in distant New Zealand!" Stephen W. CASHEL, Billings, MT shared: "I have borrowed and read your magazine for several years, thanks to my friend Florence, in Montana. She has graciously given me a gift of my own subscription. As a result of reading the article about 'Johnny DORAN Last of the Traveling Pipers' by P. J. CURTIS in the July-Aug 2001 issue, I have just purchased a set of uilleann pipes and am teaching myself. I have played Scottish highland pipes for many years, and play many other instruments as well, and this will really round out my repertoire. Thanks for your great magazine."

SNIPPET: In 1651, General Edmund LUDLOW, a Commander in Oliver CROMWELL's Parliamentarian occupation forces, moved his invading armies into north Co. Clare. On viewing the limestone terraces and stony expanses of the Burren region, he grimly noted, "There is here not wood enough to hang a man, water enough to drown a man nor earth enough to bury a man!" LUDLOW, along with his co-invader, General Henry IRETON, must also have been equally struck by the proliferation of the well-fortified stone castles, high towers and great fortress-keeps that dotted the landscape from the banks of the Shannon to the rugged shores of the Atlantic. By far the greatest, and most imposing of these fortified places was Leamaneh Castle, strategically situated at the crossroads twelve miles north of the then garrison town of Ennis, and home of Maire 'Rua' (Red Mary) McMAHON-O'BRIEN, last of the great Irish Warrior Queens. It was built in the late 1400s as a single Norman-style Tower-keep, and in the 1640s, a splendid O'BRIEN-owned manor-house castle, that the legendary Maire Rue resided and ruled from, together with her husband Conor. Born circa 1615 to Sir Torlach and Mary McMAHON of Clonderlaw Castle near Killimer in South Clare, Maire was married in 1634 to a wealthy Daniel NEYLON, of nearby Dysert O'Dea, with whom she had three children. In 1639 NEYLON died and Mary soon married young Sir Conor O'BRIEN, who was of the powerful ruling O'BRIEN Clan of Thomond. Together they moved northward to take up residence in an O'BRIEN castle stronghold at Leamaneh in the Barony of The Burren in north Clare. Life was peaceful, living at their castle at Leamaneh with their five children. Then the execution of King Charles I of England in early 1642 saw the elevation of anti-royalist Oliver CROMWELL to power and to become the virtual dictator as Lord Lieutenant Protector of England. In Co. Clare, Conor O'BRIEN found himself at the head of his troop of cavalry moving to do battle to halt General LUDLOW's incursion into north Clare that threatened the O'BRIEN-held Burren lands. Conor was wounded and died. Maire, acting swiftly, tracked down the man who shot her husband and had him hanged. Dressed in her finest, she rode in her best coach and four to present herself to General IRETON, then laying siege to Limerick City. IRETON, who was CROMWELL's son in law, was to help her to achieve her ultimate goal of retaining her estates and castle, as Mary offered on the spot to marry any one of the officers. Maire Rua was subsequently married for the third time to one John COOPER, one of IRETON's junior officers, a Cornet, the lowest rank in the cavalry. Part of the marriage agreement was that her sons, Sir Donough and Sir Teige, be raised in the Protestant faith, which she agreed to. Contrary to folklore (murders, witchcraft, a blind but spirited white stallion, and Mary's ghost), this romantic, daring (ruthless?) lady was apparently contented in this marriage. A son, Henry, was born to them in 1654. Maire's final years were spent at Dromoland Castle, near Limerick city, having outlived her husband. There is some question, apparently, where she buried, having died in 1868. If you travel North Clare from the village of Corofin towards Kilfenora or Ballyvaughan, as you round a gentle bend in the road, standing dark and alone against the stony Burren backdrop, you will see the great abandoned Castle of Leamaneh. -- Author P. J. CURTIS, of Kilnaboy, Co. Clare, is a well-known author and award-winning broadcaster. If you have an interest in Clare, you'll enjoy his books. His most recent publication is "The Lightning Tree" (Bandon, 2006). The author's full account of Clare's Warrior Heroine appears in the Nov-Dec 2007 issue of Dublin's "Ireland of the Welcomes" magazine with accompanying photographs of the area by Mike MULCAIRE. There is also a painting of the formidable lady, herself.

A news story on Achannel at 6 pm this evening is an indication of the disgusting attitude of many people in authority, toward our precious history. The first link below, will bring up the news story, (and video), the next link contains pictures of the grave stones before they were callously bulldozed, then carted to the dump. I for one, shall be making my opinion known to Premier Dalton McGuinty and to the Municipality of Thames Centre. http://www.achannel.ca/london/news_51255.aspx http://www.thamescentre.on.ca/cemetery/cemeteryfrontpage.htm

SYCAMORE TREES Secure and stately sycamore trees, across the road, fill our front windows with pink candelabra on this May morning. The candy floss blossoms give light to the grim grey area where many young people reside in bedsitters and small flats. These trees have witnessed much change, yet they continue to flood from their branches brilliant blushing petals, bringing a delicate grace to an old Edwardian Street. -- Mary Guckian

The 1911 Irish Census is available only for Dublin so far. Maureen N **************************************Check out AOL's list of 2007's hottest products. (http://money.aol.com/special/hot-products-2007?NCID=aoltop00030000000001)

Under the Partnering is this http://www.collectionscanada.ca/ireland/ Bound to be clues somewhere in these pages - hopefully for all of us Mimi Taylor

http://www.census.nationalarchives.ie/ Just rec'd from a PA lister Mimi Taylor

Hi Peter, does it give his birthplace? The 1901 census is available but is not online in a complete version. There are some transcriptions at: http://www.leitrim-roscommon.com/index.shtml However Dublin is not included as yet. The 1901 census can be searched at LDS centres or in Ireland (National Archives) but it is not indexed so one needs to know exactly where to look. I notice that the National Archives hope to have the complete 1911 and 1901 online 'by next year' so that may be the next opportunity we have to search generally. Cheers, Patsy - New Zealand. Subject: [IRELAND] Surname: Mellows > Hello Listers, > > > > On the 1911 Census for Dublin there appears a > Mellows family; John Mellows, his Wife Margaret and three children; John > George, William Francis and James Joseph. John's age is given as 27 - > giving > an approximate birth date of 1883. > > > > Can anyone tell me if Irish Censuses earlier than > the 1911 are available and, if so, where? > > > > > > Peter Gainsborough

The Ireland Genealogy Projects County Leix (Laois, Queens) website has been update. New and/or updated webpages include Lea Civil Parish and the following townlands: Ballymorris, Bracklone, Cooltedery, Droughill, Tirhogar, PortarlingtonTown, Ballybrittas Town, Ballyshaneduff, The Derries, Doolough, Garryvacum, Kilbride, Lough, Rathleash, Rathmiles, Tullaghan, Ballintogher, Vallyadding, Ballycarrott, Bolnagree, Closeland, Cloneen, Derrynafunshion, Graigvern, Jamestown, Abbeyleix Town, Ballylynan Town, Mountmellick Town, Rathsaran Glebe, Timahoe, Maryborough Town, Ballyteigeduff, Killaglish, Killinure, Clonanny, Inchacooly, Kilmullen, Lea, Loughmansland Glebe, Ullard, Controversyland, Belin, Bellegrove, Coolroe, Courtwood, Fisherstown, Kilbrackan, Rathronshin, Knockbeg, Sleaty. Also updated pages include baptism and marriage records, surnames and links. You can find the website at: http://www.rootsweb.com/~irllex/ If you have any corrections, additions and/or comments, please contact me off the list. -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com