SNIPPET: In the May-June 2001 issue of Dublin's "Ireland of the Welcomes" magazine is an article by Alf McCreary of a wonderful project that came together at Camphill Community at Mourne Grange, near Kilkeel, using the ideas, talent, skills and cooperation of a variety of individuals. Clifford Paterson, originally from Dalbeattie in SW Scotland, has been a creative force in the development of the original Celtic Lyre in a workshop near the heart of the beautiful Mourne Mountains in Co. Down The lyre has the appearance of a small hand-held harp with 35 strings and has the versatility suitable for concert or solo work to music therapy and traditional folk music. Mr. Paterson has helped to manufacture the instrument, an Englishman, John Billing, the world's first professional lyre player has given advice on tone and sound, and an Ulsterman, Sam Irwin, designed the instrument. The Camphill Movement began when a small group of young people from Vienna arrived in Scotland in 1939 and under the leadership of Dr. Karl Konig (1902-1966) founded the first Camphill Community near Aberdeen in 1940. Now Camphill is a worldwide movement with almost 100 centers in 20 countries. The insights of Rudolf Steiner (1861-1925) provide the foundation for their work in Curative Education and community building. Camphill caters to children, young people and adults in need of special care, because of their various mental, emotional, and behavioural handicaps. The able-bodied and the disabled live, work and share together in a spirit of community! Mr. Paterson brought the insight he had gained from helping to look after his own father for 15 years after a stroke and enjoys his meaningful, mid-life career change from his high-powered motor bike family business and his life in the "fast lane." "The first time I set foot in Northern Ireland, I felt at home. I find the Mournes particularly beautiful. I ride my bike first thing every morning and head up into the hills, where there is a great beauty and stark cleanliness. When you live and work amid such beauty it helps the creative process. The Celtric Lyre Project encompasses not only all my ideals but also my energy as well." Clifford Paterson first heard the sound of the lyre when he attended a concert at Mourne Grange, given by the much-travelled John Billing. Billing was leading a "lyre" group of people with special needs, and Clifford suggested to John that they should be making lyres in the workshop, so that every disabled person who wanted to play could be given an opportunity to do so on their own lyre. Sam Irwin, a Bangor man who has spent a lifetime making highly-crafted musical instruments was contacted. He had already started to design a "modern" lyre some years earlier. From that contact the Celtic Lyre began to take shape. The high-quality lyres are constructed mainly from Irish hardwoods, especially elm and sycamore. Selected European spruce is used for the soundboards and bracing. Each instruments takes three or more months to complete. The switch from making garden seats to the high-quality musical instruments gave adults with special needs an opportunity to be more creative, more involved in the entire production process, from choosing the tree to playing the finished instrument. In May 2000 a number of people from Mourne Grange attended the first-ever Lyre Conference in Hamburg, which was attended by 400 enthusiasts from all over the world. Paterson states, "It is also our intention to form, at the right time, our own Lyre Orchestra where disabled and able-bodied people will play together at Belfast Waterfront Hall, Fiddler's Green International Folk Festival at Rostrevor, and ultimately to perform at the World Lyre Conference in New York in 2003. In summary, he states, "It is remarkable that the people involved have come together unexpectedly in the way they have done..it is sheer magic. There is no other way to describe it." Visit the Camphill Communities main website: http://www.camphill.org.uk

THE CRUCIFIXION At the cry of the first bird They began to crucify Thee, O Swan! Never shall lament cease because of that, It was like the parting of day from night. Ah, sore was the suffering borne By the body of Mary's Son, But sorer still to Him was the grief Which for His sake Came upon His mother. -- Anonymous, 12th century. Found on a margin in the "Leabhar Breac," or "Speckled Book." Translated by Howard Mumford JONES. (1000 Years of Irish Poetry," ed. K. HOAGLAND (1947/1975).

SNIPPET: "I, John LANGLEY, born in Wincanton, in Somersetshire, and settled in Ireland in the year 1651, now in my right mind and wits, do make my will in my own handwriting. I do leave all my house, goods, and farm at Black Kettle of 253 acres to my son, commonly called 'Stubborn Jack,' to him and his heirs forever, provided he marries a Protestant, but not Alice KENRICK, who called me 'Oliver's whelp.' My new buckskin breeches and my silver tobacco stopper with 'J. L.' on the top I give to Richard RICHARDS, my comrade, who helped me off at the storming of Clonmel when I was shot through the leg. My said son John shall keep my body above ground six days and six nights after I am dead; and Grace KENRICK shall lay me out, who shall have for so doing five shillings. My body shall be put upon the oak table in the brown room, and fifty Irishmen shall be invited to my wake and every one shall have two quarts of the best aqua vitae, and each one one skein, dish and knife bef! ore him, and when the liquor is out nail up the coffin, and commit me to the earth whence I came. This is my will; witness my hand this 3rd day of March, 1674." -- Excerpt, "The Irish, A Treasury of Art and Literature," ed. Leslie Conron Carola (1993)

KILCASH What shall we do for timber? The last of the woods is down. Kilcash and the house of its glory And the bell of the house are gone, The spot where that lady waited Who shamed all women for grace When earls came sailing to greet her And Mass was said in the place. My grief and my affliction Your gates are taken away, Your avenue needs attention, Goats in the garden stray. The courtyard's filled with water And the great earls where are they? The earls, the lady, the people Beaten into the clay. No sound of duck or geese there, Hawk's cry or eagle's call, No humming of the bees there That brought honey and wax for all, Nor even the song of the birds there When the sun goes down in the west, No cuckoo on top of the boughs there, Singing the world to rest. There's a mist there tumbling from branches, Unstirred by night and by day, And darkness falling from heaven, For our fortune has ebbed away, There's no holly nor hazel nor ash there, The pasture's rock and stone, The crown of the forest has withered, And the last of the game is gone. I beseech of Mary and Jesus That the great come home again With long dances danced in the garden, Fiddle music and mirth among men, That Kilcash the home of our fathers Be lifted on high again, And from that to the deluge of waters In bounty and peace remain. -- Trans. Frank O'Connor. Kilcash was the home of one branch of the Butler family. A pencil on paper drawing of Kilcash Castle, Roscommon, can be found in the National Library, Dublin. Researchers may be interested in reading more about the Butler families: (1) "Account of the Family of Butlers...," pub. 1716, NLI. (2) "Journal of the Butler Society, 1968-, NLI. (3) W. Clare, "Testamentary Records of the Butler Family," pub. Peterborough (1932) NLI.

unsubscribe ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jean R." <jeanrice@cet.com> To: <IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, January 09, 2006 8:08 PM Subject: [IRELAND] "Half Century" -- Maeve KELLY (contemp.) > HALF CENTURY > > Others have not been lucky as we > Who have shared these generous times, > Welding together even in absence > Every present moment, so that we become > Almost one flesh, each self-sufficient > Though interdependent. Siamese twins. > It would not be true to say there have been > No rows, no flurry of disparate views, > Flaring to rooftop high > Our loud sundering of old vows. > They have been rare and only memorable > Because of that. > Yet our lives have not be placid -- > The usual deaths, the common griefs, > The surge and swell of children, > Bad school reports, drugs in a window box, > Even the policeman at the door. > > When I look back through my half century > I am astonished to discover > That for only half of it > I have known you. The other half > Collapses on itself by this default. > That first growth seems in retrospect > A kind of vagrancy, a maverick uncertainty > Without anchorage. An unrewarded search. > > I am overwhelmed by the dicey chance of this. > Other lovers write in praise > Or in cherished recall of the intimacies > Which, being secret, are shattered by a phrase. > I cannot describe the puzzle we have made, > Jig-sawing miraculously, fitting our variety, > Our patchwork lives, our woven cloth, > Many-textured, many-coloured, into this tent > With which we clothe and house ourselves. > > These are the things we have together made, > Gardens and houses, walls I know will stand > Long after we are gone. Vistas have opened > And closed to our command, > And the buttressed land has been breached > And yielded a little. All may remain > When we unfold ourselves in twin plots > And return separately to that dust > Which gave us common sustenance. It is a grief > I dare not ponder, our separate deaths. > Will we, I wonder, for the next half > Or half a century, with unexplored insight > Unwind, unfold, untangle twined-over roots from roots. > Unravel time itself so that we may slide > Placidly back to birth, and finally divide? > > All those unsayable words > You being private, regard as sacred > Will have found their place. > Can these things we have made > Speak of them, our loves, our fears, our griefs? > Or the nonsensical breakfast discussions, > Politics, the day's bombings, the brute maimings, > The tattered fabric of our outer lives? > Is that what we will leave? > > Lovers who are permitted > Mirrored glimpses of each other > Forget the privilege and become familiar. > We have somehow escaped such despair, > Are constantly amused by the absurd. > Perhaps we share > A half-witted simpleness > And regard the world > Through the other's innocence. > > -- Maeve Kelly > > > ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== > Ireland Mailing List website..surname registry, links, lookup > volunteers,unsubscribe, change your subscription from L to D or D to L > http://www.connorsgenealogy.com/IrelandList/ > >

unsubscribe ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jean R." <jeanrice@cet.com> To: <IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, January 09, 2006 7:43 PM Subject: [IRELAND] "The Master's Bicycle" -- Leitrim-born Mary GUCKIAN (contemp.) > THE MASTER'S BICYCLE > > A second hand bicycle > was all the master could afford, > when he came to teach > in our country school. > After years of cycling > the four miles in the rain, > it disjointed. > The saddle sat loosely, > padded with papers and rags. > During lunch hour the boys > loved to pull it apart, > leaving the saddle at an angle > that made a pyramid > of the well-worn seat. > It was all they could to do > to get back at him, as he > lashed their growing hands > with the sally rod. > > -- From "Perfume of the Soil," Mary Guckian, born Co. Leitrim > > > ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== > Ireland Mailing List website..surname registry, links, lookup > volunteers,unsubscribe, change your subscription from L to D or D to L > http://www.connorsgenealogy.com/IrelandList/ > >

unsubscribe ----- Original Message ----- From: "Pat Connors" <nymets11@pacbell.net> To: <IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, January 09, 2006 5:00 PM Subject: [IRELAND] Armagh website > The County Armagh website at Ireland Genealogy Projects has been updated. > The following civil parish webpages have been added and/or updated: > Armagh, Ballymore, Ballymyre, Confeacle, Creggan, Derrynoose, > Jonesborough, Killyman, Tartaraghan. > > The following town(land) pages have been added and/or updated: Aghanore, > Allistragh, Annahagh, Aughnacloy, Ballygassoon, Ballymackilmurry, Cabragh, > Carganamuck, Carrickaloughran, Drumcarn, Drumsill, Grange Blundel, > Grangemore, Killylyn, Shantally, Breagh, Portadown Town, Derryhirk, > Knockaconey, Lisdonwilly, Moneycree, Mullynure, Teeraw, Tirgarve, > Tullyard, Tullygarran, Tullygarran, Tullygoonigan, Annaclare, > Ballybrannan, Drumman Beg & More, Drumogher, Kilmachugh, Salters Grange, > Annacrampt, Ballknick, Tiregerty, Drumart, Greenan, Carricktroddan, > Ardrea, Lurgan Town, Crossdall, Carrive > > The following sections have also been updated: Surnames, Records, Land > Divisions. > > You can access the website at: http://www.rootsweb.com/~nirarm2/ > If you have any suggestions, additions or corrections for the website, > email me off list. > > -- > Pat Connors, Sacramento CA > http://www.connorsgenealogy.com > > > > ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== > Ireland Mailing List website..surname registry, links, lookup > volunteers,unsubscribe, change your subscription from L to D or D to L > http://www.connorsgenealogy.com/IrelandList/ > >

unsubscribe ----- Original Message ----- From: "hiflyte" <hiflyte@telus.net> To: <IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, January 08, 2006 5:00 AM Subject: [IRELAND] Re: COGAN > Karen, > > Could the following help? > > I have NO additional data or information on this surname, for additional > data visit the FHC in your aea and review the index films and BIVRI2 data > on their in-house computers. > > Bob > Cdn. > =================================== > > COGAN, John Christening > Gender: Male > Birth Date: 3 Jul 1861 Christening Date: 29 Sep 1861 > Recorded in: Great Bedwin, Wiltshire, England > Father: James COGAN > Mother: Charlotte > Source: FHL Film 1279362 Dates: 1841 - 1906 > ---------------------------------- > COGAN, William James Christening > Gender: Male > Birth Date: 3 Feb 1856 Christening Date: 29 Feb 1856 > Recorded in: Great Bedwin, Wiltshire, England > Father: James COGAN > Mother: Charlotte > Source: FHL Film 1279362 Dates: 1841 - 1906 > ----------------------------------------------- > COGAN, Eliza Clara Christening > Gender: Female > Birth Date: 17 Mar 1858 Christening Date: 25 Apr 1858 > Recorded in: Great Bedwin, Wiltshire, England > Father: James COGAN > Mother: Charlotte > Source: FHL Film 1279362 Dates: 1841 - 1906 > ----------------------------------------------- > COGAN, Julia Christening > Gender: Female > Birth Date: 10 May 1864 Christening Date: 29 Jun 1864 > Recorded in: Great Bedwin, Wiltshire, England > Father: James COGAN > Mother: Charlotte > Source: FHL Film 1279362 Dates: 1841 - 1906 > -------------------------------------------------- > Karen Cogan wrote: <SNIP> > >>John COGAN was born somewhere between 1859 and 1863, he died in January >>1937. He was a Coal Miner and lived from at least July 1881 (when he >>married Martha PRINCE) until he died in Kippax, Yorkshire, England. >>...fathers details from the marriage certificate state his name as >>James COGAN and occupation as a Miner. >> > > > ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== > Ireland Mailing List website..surname registry, links, lookup > volunteers,unsubscribe, change your subscription from L to D or D to L > http://www.connorsgenealogy.com/IrelandList/ > >

unsubscribe ----- Original Message ----- From: "Cathy Joynt Labath" <labaths@worldnet.att.net> To: <IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, January 08, 2006 3:36 AM Subject: [IRELAND] !! Connaught Journal; Oct 7, 1824 > THE CONNAUGHT JOURNAL > Galway, Thursday, October 7, 1824 > > LIMERICK, OCT. 2 - There is a report in town to-day, that a serjeant and > two privates of the 62d regiment, on their march to an out-post on the > upper > Shannon, were deprived of their arms near Nenagh, yesterday, by a gang of > ruffians who murdered the serjeant and beat the others in a frightful > manner. We have not been able as yet to learn the particulars. > Since writing the above we have been favoured with the following > statement of fact, from a most respectable Gentleman in the neighbourhood > where the murder was committed: > "Serjeant Dowd, of the 62d regiment, commanding a small detachment of > soldiers on the Shannon, about six miles from Nenagh, on returning to his > barrack on Tuesday evening, about eight o'clock, went into a public-house > on > the road side with two of his men, and called for a little beer. There > were > four or five countrymen, who had been in Nenagh, with cars, sitting in the > house when the serjeant had entered it - some conversations took place > between one of the countrymen (a person of the name of Kennedy) and a > soldier, Kennedy saying he liked the soldiers and damned the police; the > soldier made some remark in favour of the police, when the countryman > stood > up to strike him; on which the serjeant said he would not allow his party > to > be resulted and that he would inform the police, and have them all taken > up > under the Insurrection Act in the morning, and instantly ordered his men > back to their barrack. On the soldiers leaving the house, the carmen > almost > immediately got their cars ready, and followed in the same direction; on > their coming up with the serjeant and his two men (one of whom was 50 or > 60 > paces behind,) the men leaped down off the cars, and coming behind the > serjeant in the dark, (it being then between nine and ten o'clock) they > knocked him down, on which Quin, the soldier, ran up to assist the > serjeant, > and was himself knocked down. The serjeant got up, and ran towards the > door > of a house, and knocked, to try and save himself from his pursuers, but > was > not admitted; Quin ran towards another house, but could not get in, and on > going up towards the house where he saw the serjeant knocking, he found > him > lying on his face on the road speechless. The other soldier, Coleman, who > was in the rear when the serjeant was first knocked down, was, at the same > instant, struck with the butt end of a whip; and, on another of the > countrymen coming up, he said, 'that is Coleman, don't strike him,' > (Coleman > is a native of that country;) but, however, after some struggle, they > succeeded in forcing his bayonet from the scabbard, and after striking him > violently with it two or three times, they ran on towards the place where > the serjeant was, and gave him a desperate stab between the fourth and > fifth > ribs, which penetrated to the heart, besides a severe cut on the head. The > soldier instantly, on his murderers leaving him, carried the serjeant into > the house, where he almost instantly expired, but never spoke. Great > praise > is due to the detachment of police stationed at Kilbaron, for their > exertions in apprehending three men, who are fully identified, and a > Coroner's Jury have found against them a verdict of 'Wilful Murder.' They > have been fully committed for trial. One of the murderers has fled, but > hopes are entertained of his being apprehended."--Limerick Chronicle > > MARRIAGE IN HIGH LIFE - On Tuesday, by special license, Lord Henry > Seymour Moore, only brother to the Marquis of Drogheda, to Mary, second > daughter of Sir H. Parnell, Bart., M.P. for the Queen's County, and niece > of > the Marquis of Bate and Earl of Portarlington. Immediately after the > ceremony, the happy pair set out for the Continent. > > Cathy Joynt Labath > Ireland Old News > http://www.IrelandOldNews.com/ > > > > > > ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== > Ireland Mailing List website..surname registry, links, lookup > volunteers,unsubscribe, change your subscription from L to D or D to L > http://www.connorsgenealogy.com/IrelandList/ > >

unsubscribe ----- Original Message ----- From: "david dowd" <david.dowd@tesco.net> To: <IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, January 08, 2006 2:51 AM Subject: Re: [IRELAND] COGAN > Dear Karen, > > the Cogan name has two origins: > 1) Wales, de Cogan of Glamorgan accompanied Strongbow (Richard, 2nd Earl > of Pembroke) and settled in Cork. > 2) Ireland (in full Mac Cogan, from Mac Codaghain, ultimately from > Cuchogaidh 'war hound'), of Leitrim, and nothing to do with the previous. > > So there is no need to assume an Irish origin without documentary proof, > especially as there were many Cogans in Yorkshire (possibly originally > attracted there from Wales by the mines), e.g.: > COGAN, William, alderman of Hull, 1823 > COGAN, James, victualler & saddler of Blakestone, Finningley, Doncaster, > 1822. > > Regards, David > > > ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== > Ireland Mailing List website..surname registry, links, lookup > volunteers,unsubscribe, change your subscription from L to D or D to L > http://www.connorsgenealogy.com/IrelandList/ > >

unsubscribe ----- Original Message ----- From: "Karen Cogan" <karen.cogan@virgin.net> To: <IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, January 08, 2006 2:17 AM Subject: [IRELAND] COGAN > Hi everyone, > > I wonder if anyone can help? > > I have been trying to determine whether our family originated in Ireland > and now more specifically the possibility of Cork. I did a surname > search on www.goireland.com for the COGAN name and it said that they > mainly resided in Cork - obviously our branch could have moved but as > I've had a brick wall with this for a couple of years I thought I'd give > it a go. The info I have are as follows: > > John COGAN was born somewhere between 1859 and 1863, he died in January > 1937. He was a Coal Miner and lived from at least July 1881 (when he > married Martha PRINCE) until he died in Kippax, Yorkshire, England. > > His fathers details from the marriage certificate state his name as > James COGAN and occupation as a Miner. > > Before 1881 we cannot find any trace of John unless we assume the 1881 > census entry for John CROGON who was living with Marthas mother on the > 1881 census in Kippax was another miss-spelled name and is our John > COGAN which means we know he was in Kippax at the time of the 1881 > census. > > The only other thing we know for John is the place of birth information > on 1891 and 1901 census' which state North Newcastle and Lancashire > respectively and the name was written as COGGAN (a common problem having > this name). The 1881 census also had Lancashire but also mentioned Wigan > as the place of birth. > > The age given on 1881, 1891 and 1901 census' all tally being 22, 32 & 42 > respectively. This leads me to his age which would mean that in 1871 he > should be 12 and 1861 aged 2. This places his date of birth as c.1859 > but his death certificate stated he was 74 when he died which puts his > date of birth c.1863. He marriage certificate states he was 21 at the > time of the marriage which puts his birth c.1860. > > This obviously doesn't confirm whether John or James were from Ireland > but having searched the English 1871 and 1861 census I have not found > any COGAN family where the there was a son John with a father James even > allowing for miss-spelling in the surname. > > Also information from living relatives does not confirm anything - one > member thought he was born in Lancashire another thought Newcastle, > Northumberland, England. So I thought why not look in Ireland - it seems > to be an Irish name from the info found on the internet. Also it could > be possible they came from "a" Newcastle in Ireland and settled in Wigan > before John came to Yorkshire. > > If anyone is researching the COGAN family or can help it would be very > much appreciated. I also apologise if you get this message twice as I've > posted it both on the Cork and the Ireland lists. > > Regards > > Karen Cogan > Yorkshire, England > > Other Irish names being researched are: ROCH (probably Cork - still > trying to track this one down), McCaffrey(McCaffery) - Armagh > > > > > > > > > ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== > Ireland Mailing List website..surname registry, links, lookup > volunteers,unsubscribe, change your subscription from L to D or D to L > http://www.connorsgenealogy.com/IrelandList/ > >

unsubscribe ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jean R." <jeanrice@cet.com> To: <IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, January 07, 2006 7:32 PM Subject: [IRELAND] Mysterious & Beautiful Book Of Kells - Trinity College, Dublin > SNIPPET: An exquisite treasure awaits visitors to the library at Trinity > College, Dublin - the Book of Kells. Its decoration and calligraphy, or > penmanship, have earned it a reputation as the most beautiful book in the > world, and countless thousands have viewed it over the years. In 1990, a > superb facsimile edition was produced - 1,480 copies. > > Nothing can quite capture the magnificence of this lavishly-decorated > manuscript measuring 13 x 9 inches and displayed under thick glass and > soft light. There are full-page depictions of the Evangelists and their > symbolic portraits of Christ and the Virgin and Child, and illustrations > of the temptation and arrest of Christ. Its text is enlivened with fine > interlinear drawings and decorated initials composed of human and animal > figures. Some of its decorated initials occupy a full page. It was > apparently the work of scribes in Columba's monastery in Kells, Ireland, > during the the 700's or 800's. Columba, himself, may have worked on it, as > he transcribed about 300 volumes. > > To quote Bernard MEEHAN, keeper of manuscripts at Trinity, it is a > "large-format manuscript codex of the Latin text of the Gospels." Its > origins are unclear and still the subject of debate. At best, it can be > dated to circa 800 A. D. Where it was written has been a matter for much > scholarly investigation. It has been suggested that work on the manuscript > was begun on the monastic island of Iona off the coast of Scotland. > However, Iona was subject to attack from Norsemen, and it seems likely > that the monks fled and continued their work at Kells in Co. Meath. > Records of the books whereabouts throughout the Middle Ages are sketchy, > but by about 1653 it could be accurately located in Dublin, where it had > been sent for safekeeping during the Cromwellian period. Some time after > this it found its way to Trinity and for many years afterward the popular > belief persisted that it was written by St. Colum Cille, who had founded > the monastery on Iona in about 561. Even in 1849, when Quee! > n Victoria and Prince Albert visited Ireland, it was referred to as "St. > Columba's Book," and the royals were accorded the privilege of signing it > although the additional flyleaves (which included their signatures) were > removed from the book when it was re-bound in 1953. > > It is often assumed that the Book of Kells is a complete masterpiece, > perfect in every respect. Despite the superb detail and decorative > artistry of many of its pages, some pages are almost illegible, other > contain errors in the text. In some places the embellishments are > incomplete or not fully colored. In one instance an entire page was > repeated by mistake and was subsequently adorned with red crosses to alert > the reader to this mistake. This only serves to heighten the viewer's > sense of wonder at the beautifully-illuminated (decorated) pages -- any > one of which could hold the viewer's attention for hours. > > The book has not survived all these centuries without damage. A number of > pages have been lost and various personages of note with access to the > book have seen fit to leave their signature or initials on some of the > pages. In an effort to flatten the pages in the 19th century, a technique > was used in which the pages were wetted. This succeeded in its purpose, > but the water took away some of the delicate washes of color, some of its > three-dimensional look. Again, what remains outweighs that which has been > lost. The painstakingly intricate work of the monks has proved to be > remarkably durable. > > Research indicates now that the Book of Kells is largely the work of four > monks whose styles were remarkably similar. They worked on vellum, which > is treated calfskin, and a rough calculation suggests that as many as 185 > hides would have been needed to create the whole book. A wide range of > pigments were used, both organic and mineral, and some of these had to be > imported, giving further credence to the belief that the book must have > been produced by a wealthy monastery. Some of the pigments have yet to be > clearly identified, and scholars would love to know with certainty the > book's origins and date of writing. > > > ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== > Ireland Mailing List website..surname registry, links, lookup > volunteers,unsubscribe, change your subscription from L to D or D to L > http://www.connorsgenealogy.com/IrelandList/ > >

unsubscribe ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jean R." <jeanrice@cet.com> To: <IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, January 07, 2006 7:43 PM Subject: [IRELAND] "National Presage" -- Irish poet John Kells INGRAM (1823-1907) > NATIONAL PRESAGE > > Unhappy Erin, what a lot was thine! > Half-conquered by a greedy robber band; > Ill governed with now lax, now ruthless hand; > Misled by zealots, wresting laws divine > To sanction every dark or mad design; > Lured by false lights of pseudo-patriot league > Through crooked paths of faction and intrigue; > And drugged with selfish flattery's poisoned wine. > Yet, reading all thy mournful history, > Thy children, with a mystic faith sublime, > Turn to the future, confident that Fate, > Become at last thy friend, reserves for thee, > To be thy portion in the coming time, > They know not what -- but surely something great. > > -- John Kells INGRAM (1823-1907) > > > ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== > Ireland Mailing List website..surname registry, links, lookup > volunteers,unsubscribe, change your subscription from L to D or D to L > http://www.connorsgenealogy.com/IrelandList/ > >

Hello, Last September I wrote a letter to the Family & Probate Court in Cambridge, MA, USA, asking for information from a 1935 divorce case regarding a BEDELL couple. When I got my mail today, I had a response to my letter which only included the "Docket Number." But, they also included a document by mistake. It is a "petition to the Court" for Katharine McNAMARA, of Lowell, MA, USA, to be appointed administrator for her husband's estate, and he was the late Michael McNAMARA. This document is dated May 16, 1882. In the document is a list of Michael's next of kin. They include: Bridget BIRMINGHAM, Lowell, sister Mary FITZPATRICK, Ireland, sister Margaret FLANAGAN, Ireland, sister John McNAMARA, Ireland, brother Matthew McNAMARA, Ireland, brother I plan on returning this document to the Courthouse. But, because 100 years have passed, I don't think it is a problem of my offering this information. (In MA/ USA, for "adoptions," etc., 100 years must pass before you can request "a Court File" to be opened.) Betty (near Lowell, MA, USA) Bridget

List Members, Updated Website http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~hiflyte/ The following items or files have been added/updated at the site, look under What's New 1. *"Miscellaneous"* Birth and Marriage Batch Number Files: Ireland Miscellaneous Batch Numbers for Births and Marriages have been added for all of Ireland. There is an instruction sheet for each file (marriage and births) read it first. If you wish a complete listing of the LDS Batch Number system visit Hugh Wallis's site @ http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~hughwallis/IGIBatchNumbers/Query/IGIBatchQuery.htm 2.. New Births Scotland will link to the all new birth index Scotland for *selected names* listed If the file starts in the 1855 time frame it is probably complete, if not I have work to do on it. 3. New Book added to file for Donegal Inver Parish Bob CDN ==== IRL-DONEGAL Mailing List ==== Mulherin family homepage http://www.mulherin.com Multiple Family: http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~hiflyte/ Add your homepage here gang. Lets fill up these taglines. Admin ============================== New! Family Tree Maker 2005. Build your tree and search for your ancestors at the same time. Share your tree with family and friends. Learn more: http://landing.ancestry.com/familytreemaker/2005/tour.aspx?sourceid=14599&targetid=5429

Dear Patricia & Peter, having butted in about the COGAN family, I suddenly wondered if you were descendants of the London DEERINGs (Bishopsgate, Cripplegate, Haggerston, Shoreditch, Westminster). If so, I have a considerable amount of stuff in relation to this family and would be glad to share it. Regards, David

Thanks Jean- I didn't even know I liked poetry! Keep them coming, Trudy -----Original Message----- From: Jean R. [mailto:jeanrice@cet.com] Sent: Monday, January 09, 2006 1:09 AM To: IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com Subject: [IRELAND] "Half Century" -- Maeve KELLY (contemp.) HALF CENTURY Others have not been lucky as we Who have shared these generous times, Welding together even in absence Every present moment, so that we become Almost one flesh, each self-sufficient Though interdependent. Siamese twins. It would not be true to say there have been No rows, no flurry of disparate views, Flaring to rooftop high Our loud sundering of old vows. They have been rare and only memorable Because of that. Yet our lives have not be placid -- The usual deaths, the common griefs, The surge and swell of children, Bad school reports, drugs in a window box, Even the policeman at the door. When I look back through my half century I am astonished to discover That for only half of it I have known you. The other half Collapses on itself by this default. That first growth seems in retrospect A kind of vagrancy, a maverick uncertainty Without anchorage. An unrewarded search. I am overwhelmed by the dicey chance of this. Other lovers write in praise Or in cherished recall of the intimacies Which, being secret, are shattered by a phrase. I cannot describe the puzzle we have made, Jig-sawing miraculously, fitting our variety, Our patchwork lives, our woven cloth, Many-textured, many-coloured, into this tent With which we clothe and house ourselves. These are the things we have together made, Gardens and houses, walls I know will stand Long after we are gone. Vistas have opened And closed to our command, And the buttressed land has been breached And yielded a little. All may remain When we unfold ourselves in twin plots And return separately to that dust Which gave us common sustenance. It is a grief I dare not ponder, our separate deaths. Will we, I wonder, for the next half Or half a century, with unexplored insight Unwind, unfold, untangle twined-over roots from roots. Unravel time itself so that we may slide Placidly back to birth, and finally divide? All those unsayable words You being private, regard as sacred Will have found their place. Can these things we have made Speak of them, our loves, our fears, our griefs? Or the nonsensical breakfast discussions, Politics, the day's bombings, the brute maimings, The tattered fabric of our outer lives? Is that what we will leave? Lovers who are permitted Mirrored glimpses of each other Forget the privilege and become familiar. We have somehow escaped such despair, Are constantly amused by the absurd. Perhaps we share A half-witted simpleness And regard the world Through the other's innocence. -- Maeve Kelly ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== Ireland Mailing List website..surname registry, links, lookup volunteers,unsubscribe, change your subscription from L to D or D to L http://www.connorsgenealogy.com/IrelandList/

Hi List, Researching the following: Helen Murray Born: 9 Aug 1886 living at 33 Lewis Street, Belfast Died: 27 Oct 1965 in USA, Maryland Occu: Spinster Married: 14 Aug 1915 to William Rogerson Stephenson Roman Catholic Church of St. Malachy Residence at Marriage: 25 Brunswick Street Father: John Murray, b. Scotland?, Carpenter Mother: Catherine Hughes Married: 11 May 1879 at Church of Keady Grandfather: Harry Murray, Farmer Info on Helen: Lived with her grandparents in Antrim, County Armagh Lived with Aunt in Kidea, County Armagh Had a sister who married a Terrance Starr. The Starr family moved to Dublin Thanks, robert

HALF CENTURY Others have not been lucky as we Who have shared these generous times, Welding together even in absence Every present moment, so that we become Almost one flesh, each self-sufficient Though interdependent. Siamese twins. It would not be true to say there have been No rows, no flurry of disparate views, Flaring to rooftop high Our loud sundering of old vows. They have been rare and only memorable Because of that. Yet our lives have not be placid -- The usual deaths, the common griefs, The surge and swell of children, Bad school reports, drugs in a window box, Even the policeman at the door. When I look back through my half century I am astonished to discover That for only half of it I have known you. The other half Collapses on itself by this default. That first growth seems in retrospect A kind of vagrancy, a maverick uncertainty Without anchorage. An unrewarded search. I am overwhelmed by the dicey chance of this. Other lovers write in praise Or in cherished recall of the intimacies Which, being secret, are shattered by a phrase. I cannot describe the puzzle we have made, Jig-sawing miraculously, fitting our variety, Our patchwork lives, our woven cloth, Many-textured, many-coloured, into this tent With which we clothe and house ourselves. These are the things we have together made, Gardens and houses, walls I know will stand Long after we are gone. Vistas have opened And closed to our command, And the buttressed land has been breached And yielded a little. All may remain When we unfold ourselves in twin plots And return separately to that dust Which gave us common sustenance. It is a grief I dare not ponder, our separate deaths. Will we, I wonder, for the next half Or half a century, with unexplored insight Unwind, unfold, untangle twined-over roots from roots. Unravel time itself so that we may slide Placidly back to birth, and finally divide? All those unsayable words You being private, regard as sacred Will have found their place. Can these things we have made Speak of them, our loves, our fears, our griefs? Or the nonsensical breakfast discussions, Politics, the day's bombings, the brute maimings, The tattered fabric of our outer lives? Is that what we will leave? Lovers who are permitted Mirrored glimpses of each other Forget the privilege and become familiar. We have somehow escaped such despair, Are constantly amused by the absurd. Perhaps we share A half-witted simpleness And regard the world Through the other's innocence. -- Maeve Kelly

THE MASTER'S BICYCLE A second hand bicycle was all the master could afford, when he came to teach in our country school. After years of cycling the four miles in the rain, it disjointed. The saddle sat loosely, padded with papers and rags. During lunch hour the boys loved to pull it apart, leaving the saddle at an angle that made a pyramid of the well-worn seat. It was all they could to do to get back at him, as he lashed their growing hands with the sally rod. -- From "Perfume of the Soil," Mary Guckian, born Co. Leitrim