SNIPPET: Voices of Irish Tinkers: "If you ask: What's the time? do you have the time?, people do be vexed and they stare at you with their calculations as if you were riding about in a painted dream on the old horse & cart. We have black teeth but we dream just the same as the people that live in houses. Just to be born on the side of the road is to go down in disrepect. I know a man went down in Australia and he came back in Ireland as a tinker but they still had no respect for him..." "When I was small and went for water up the ditch where my Mammy sent me I saw the houses, standing up high over the hills and trees, some of them. I often thought betimes to meself I wonder why we're sitting outside waiting for to go inside. Mammy brought me inside houses with her when she went every Thursday . Sometimes they'd sprinkle holy water on us and sometimes they'd harm us with a few hard knocks and curse us passing..." "Betimes it do be peaceful on the road. I get a queer feeling when I do hear the goats scratching on the bark of the trees and they hop around in the branches and they rock the caravan of an evening & I lean out & tell them get off heifer, get off rooster, get off, get off, and don't be rocking the old caravan. The wind does have the best job in doing that. There's no need for you to scratch me ears out with your midnight goings on." -- Excerpts of conversation from " Irish Tinkers," Wiedel & O'Fearadhaigh

SNIPPET: "Scenes of starvation were commonplace in Ireland by the end of 1846, but they had been a year in the making. Actual starvation had been averted at first, when the British government under Prime Minister Robert PEEL moved aggressively to counter the potato famine in 1845. PEEL was an old hand on matters Irish; he had been the government's chief secretary in Ireland, which meant that he was responsible for implementing government policy on the island. One of those policies was the introduction of a police force to keep watch over the rebellious Irish, and so even today it is not unusual to hear the police referred to as "peelers." PEEL had received an early warning of the potential disaster in Ireland when potatoes on the Continent and in England failed several times before the blight was detected in Ireland. While the potato was notoriously fickle, any report of its failure was bound to be greeted with apprehension, for even in England, the poor depended on the potato as a twice-a-day staple. In Ireland, the poor had nothing else, as everyone from prime minister to farm laborer knew. An Irish newspaper referred to the potato as 'the poor man's property' -- the only property the poor owned. William GLADSTONE, the future British leader, understood what might happen: "Ireland, Ireland, that cloud in the West, that coming storm," he wrote. When it came, its winds lashing Britain's political establishment, PEEL and his Conservative Party government scrambled to build makeshift shelters. They quickly ordered supplies of American corn shipped to Ireland, where the food was held in depots for eventual sale to the Irish poor. Public works projects, usually consisting of road building, were devised to give employment to men, women, and children, many of them so weak they could barely expend the energy, but all so desperate that they flocked to the projects. More dramatically, PEEL proposed a genuinely radical and politically courageous reform. For years, British farmers (and, more to the point, British landowners) had enjoyed government sanctioned protections in the form of high taxes on imported grain. The so-called Corn Laws were a linchpin of Britain's agricultural economy and indeed its social structure, for the land-owning aristocrats profited immensely from protection against foreign competition, allowing them to charge artificially high prices for their grain. Those landed aristocrats also happened to be the core of PEEL's party. The prime minister, however, decided that the Corn Laws would have to go, that the emergency in Ireland demanded nothing less. Free trade would lower grain prices and encourage shipments to Ireland, where bread and other grain products could take the potato's place. PEEL told his cabinet that the government could no longer in good conscience purchase corn from America for Ireland while a set of laws kept the price of food artificially high. His colleagues were appalled. As reports of dreadful, though not yet fatal, conditions in Ireland continued to pour into London, the cabinet debated, revolted, and adjourned; then debated, revolted, and adjourned again without taking action, even as conditions in Ireland worsened. But this was no act of callousness, for what PEEL proposed was nothing short of revolutionary. So much of what his colleagues held dear was intertwined with the Corn Laws. Their social, political, and economic dominance was held in place by the artificial prosperity of government-guaranteed profits from the land. Just before Christmas in 1845, PEEL paid the ultimate political price for his courage. With his own cabinet against him, he resigned. QUEEN VICTORIA asked the opposition leader, John RUSSELL, to form a Whig government, but he could not do so because his own party, though pledged to reform the Corn Laws, also was divided on the issue. PEEL once again became prime minister (even though a parliamentary colleague declared that he ought to die an unnatural death) and found himself forced to work with the Whigs to win reforms -- all in the name of saving the Irish poor. He won the battle in June 1846, and shortly thereafter his enemies in both parties combined to oust him once and for all from the prime minister's office. His career was ruined, a casualty of the Irish Famine. Under PEEL, nobody died of starvation in Ireland, though many suffered. With the change of administration in London, however, the situation in Ireland would change, too. In early July 1846, a shipload of American corn was turned away from Ireland on orders of the man PEEL had appointed to oversee relief operations in Ireland. Charles TREVELYAN was a devoutly religious and hardworking young man in his late thirties, and while he owed his assignment to PEEL's patronage, he strongly disagreed with his approach to easing the crisis. In TREVELYAN's eyes, the Famine quite literally was a God-sent opportunity to reorder Irish society. With PEEL out of office, TREVELYAN began to put his own stamp on Britain's response to Ireland's misery. He and the new prime minister, John RUSSELL, were much more compatible. As the new potato crop neared harvest in late July 1846, all seemed well, and it appeared as though the suffering would soon be at an end. TREVELYAN began shutting down relief operations in anticipation of an abundant harvest. Like so many of his peers, TREVELYAN believed that government should not meddle with the marketplace, for the market was nothing less than a reflection of God's will. As TREVELYAN closed up the food depots, he argued that it was "the only way to prevent people from becoming habitually dependent on government." Almost overnight, in early August, the promised harvest, the anticipated salvation, was ruined. The potatoes of Ireland turned black and rancid, and the fields smelled of death itself. Disaster had returned, and now the suffering would be fatal thousands of times of over. A police official wrote: 'A stranger would wonder how these wretched beings find food ... They sleep in their rags and have pawned their bedding.' Landlords began evicting their tenants, sending families into the countryside with nothing save the rags they wore on their backs. The eviction process was stark in its brutality: An eviction party, usually accompanied by constables, arrived to serve notice and, to underscore the point, pull down the roof of the tenant's cottage. The Irish countryside was filled with scenes of families, desperate and weeping, scrambling to retrieve what they could as the eviction party proceeded with its work. After the cottage was razed, most had nowhere else to go. And it was just beginning. The bureaucrats and politicians in London, charged as they were with seeing to it that the Irish people did not become dependent on government assistance, took a decidedly unemotional view of the suffering. TREVELYAN continued with the work he had begun in midsummer, when the potato crop had held such promise. He continued to shut down government-run food depots and public works projects ...." -- Excerpts, "The Irish In America," Coffey & Golway (1997).

Saw this in a 1928 Mortuary book in Texas,U.S.A. Don't know if anyone would be interested. Hurley, Jennie Agnes - 64 ( Not sure what this # is ) Residence: 123 W. Sears St. Age: 76 yrs. 7 mos. 25 days Born: 16 October 1850 Caidiff, Wales DOD: 11 June 1927 Int: Calvary Cemetery Father: Laurence Donovan, B. Ireland Mother: Mary Delaney, B. Ireland

I've read "Angela's Ashes" and "Tis" by Frank McCourt. Both were wonderful and I would recommend them to all. Barb in Michigan -----Original Message----- From: irelandgenweb-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:irelandgenweb-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Jean R. Sent: Friday, September 26, 2008 4:51 PM To: IrelandGenWeb-L@rootsweb.com Cc: TRANSCRIPTIONS-EIRE-L@rootsweb.com Subject: [Irish Genealogy] Memoir,Lanes of Limerick - "Angela's Ashes" (1996) Frank McCOURT 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." Check out the Ireland GenWeb website at: http://www.irelandgenweb.com/ It is a good place to get help with your family research. Help wanted: County Coordinators ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to IRELANDGENWEB-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

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: Per Richard LOVETT, an English visitor to Ireland in 1888 -- "Soon after leaving Castle Connell, Limerick is reached, by far the most important city on the Shannon, one of the important centres of trade in Ireland, and a place that has been prominent in some of the most stirring episodes in history. It was founded by the Danes in the ninth century. From them it passed under the sway of the family of Brian Boru, thus attaining to the dignity of the royal city of Munster. It then fell into the hands of the Thomond kings, who ruled it during the twelfth century. King John erected a strong castle there; it was often besieged in the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries. Elizabeth made it a centre of administration; Ireton captured it in 1651; in the Stuart struggle it held with James II., and having been unsuccessfully assaulted by William III in 1690, in 1691 it capitulated under the treaty which led to a series of events the memory of which has given Limerick the name of the 'City of the Violated Treaty.' Limerick is finely situated upon both banks of the Shannon and upon King's Island, which is formed by the Abbey River. It is divided into three main districts: English Town, which occupies the island, Irish Town, which lies to the south of the island - these two constituting the 'Old Town' - and Newtown Pery, the chief business and residential districts of to-day. From the peculiarities of its situation, Limerick is rich in bridges. Three cross the Shannon, two of them being handsome structures. One, the Athlunkard Bridge, is hardly within the town. It crosses a beautiful reach of river above the city, and carries the Killaloe Road. The Wellesley Bridge, connecting Newtown Pery with the road from Ennis, is a fine specimen of modern engineering, and consists of five arches, with a swivel on the city side. Higher up the river is Thomond Bridge, rebuilt in 1839, which stands on the site of the ancient bridge, and was the scene of many important events in the past history of the city. Few towns in the United Kingdom can exhibit such large structures so finely placed as these two bridges. At the western end of Thomond Bridge, raised upon a substantial pedestal which lifts it above the reach of the chipping tourist or the wanton defacer, stands the stone upon which, according to popular belief, the Treaty of Limerick was signed in 1691. The history of this famous negotiation is long and complex. One of the articles stipulated that the Roman Catholics should enjoy the same privileges in the exercise of their religion as they had done in the reign of Charles II, and that they were to be protected from religious persecution. This article does not seem to have been kept, and hence the name so frequently applied to Limerick -- the 'City of the Violated Treaty.' Thomond Bridge gains in picturesque beauty from the fact that at the eastern end stands King John's Castle. This has been greatly disfigured by the construction of unsightly barracks within its precincts; but these have not been able to wholly destroy the fine effect of the old turrets and towers rising above the bold arches of the bridge, as seen from the opposite bank of the Shannon. Frowning down upon the main approach to English Town, the massive gateway and the drum towers tell the tale of force and conquest invariably associated here and elsewhere with the traces of the Norman and Anglo-Norman times. The only other building likely to interest the visitor stands in English Town. This is Limerick Cathedral; it differs from many churches in departing from the crucifix form, and consists of three aisles. It is considered to date from the twelfth century, but it has been so often enlarged, rebuilt, and restored that probably little if any of the original edifice remains. The interior is effective, and there are many tombs in it, some of considerable interest and merit; the two side aisles are divided into chapels. There is a splendid tower at the west end, and from the top a view of this part of the Shannon valley is obtained which no visitor who wishes to appreciate the beauty of the Limerick suburbs should miss. At his feet lies the city, intersected by the rivers, and the eye can easily follow the windings of the cramped streets that occupy the older parts. Away on every side stretches a fine expanse of country. Looking up the Shannon, the stream can be traced a considerable part of the way towards Castle Connell and Lough Derg, while below the city it can be seen hastening on to the noble estuary. On every side the view is beautifully framed by the near or distant hills which enclose one of the most fertile districts of Ireland. The tower contains a peal of bells noted for their sweetness of tone, and concerning which the following legend is related: 'The founder of the bells, an Italian, having wandered through many lands, at last, after the lapse of long years, arrived in the Shannon one summer evening. As he sailed up the river, he started at hearing his long lost bells ring out a glorious chime; with intensified attention he listened to their tones, and when his companions tried to arouse him from his ecstasy they found he had died of joy.'"

Sorry Pat. No problem. I just missed the lead in. Don -- don kelly -------------- Original message ---------------------- From: "Pat Connors" <nymets22@gmail.com> > It really wasn't spam, Don. Someone on the list asked if anyone know > of some rentals for their future trip. > > > > -- > Pat Connors, Sacramento CA > http://www.connorsgenealogy.com > Check out the Ireland GenWeb website at: http://www.irelandgenweb.com/ > It is a good place to get help with your family research. > Help wanted: County Coordinators > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > IRELANDGENWEB-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message

How did this SPAM reach this list? -- don kelly -------------- Original message ---------------------- From: "Corby O'Connor" <corbyoconnor@comcast.net> > List it on www.VRBO.com. Vacation Rentals by Owner. > Corby O'Connor > www.corbyoconnor.com > > > -----Original Message----- > From: irelandgenweb-request@rootsweb.com > > Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2008 01:00:35 > To: <irelandgenweb@rootsweb.com> > Subject: IRELANDGENWEB Digest, Vol 3, Issue 219 > > > > > Check out the Ireland GenWeb website at: http://www.irelandgenweb.com/ > It is a good place to get help with your family research. > Help wanted: County Coordinators > Add you surname to the Ireland Surname Registry at: > http://www.connorsgenealogy.net/IrelandList/ > > Today's Topics: > > 1. Vacation rental on the old sod (Michael Danahy) > > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------- > > Message: 1 > Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2008 11:40:39 -0500 > From: Michael Danahy <mldanahy@bellsouth.net> > Subject: [Irish Genealogy] Vacation rental on the old sod > To: irelandgenweb@rootsweb.com > Message-ID: <3E49018D-2FE5-4382-923E-3F747AE8F84F@bellsouth.net> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII; delsp=yes; > format=flowed > > > I'm in search of advice based on experience about renting a vacation > home/cottage in Ireland during the summer, possibly end of may June > in Kery. Any pointers? > > > Michael DANAHY > http://www.familytreemaker.com/users/d/a/n/Michael-C-Danahy/index.html > RESEARCHING IN MA (Hopkinton), IRE, ENG > ALDRICH > http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~aldrichnaa/ > (one m SMITH, earlier ones m CASAVANT, COMEE, > > http://www.familyorigins.com/users/e/v/a/Jeanne-C-Evans > LOVELL, PRAY, PRENTICE, RAWSON, SEALD, THAYER); > http://members.xoom.com/jaldrich/Lines/Michael.htm > Aldrich Family biographies, go to > http://cgi.rootsweb.com/~genbbs/genbbs.cgi/FamilyAssociation/AldrichBios > or go to http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~aldrich/ > CASAVANT (who m MORAN); > CURRAN (who m DANAHY) > DANAHY (b. in Hopkinton and who m LENAN, siblings m. > TOLAN, > JOHNSON, O'CONNOR) > LENAN (who m O"BRIEN); > SMITH (who m CASEY); > PRENTICE (who m ALDRICH) > http://www.prenticenet.com/roots/prentice/robert/#R4 > RAWSON (one m ALLEN, later one TORREY) > http://www.rawsonfamilyassoc.org/ > THAYER (Thomas m WHEELER, son Ferdinando m > HAYWARD); > http://members.aol.com/Sadie476/Thayer.html > > > > > > > ------------------------------ > > To contact the IRELANDGENWEB list administrator, send an email to > IRELANDGENWEB-admin@rootsweb.com. > > To post a message to the IRELANDGENWEB mailing list, send an email to > IRELANDGENWEB@rootsweb.com. > > __________________________________________________________ > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > IRELANDGENWEB-request@rootsweb.com > with the word "unsubscribe" without the quotes in the subject and the body of > the > email with no additional text. > > > End of IRELANDGENWEB Digest, Vol 3, Issue 219 > ********************************************* > > Check out the Ireland GenWeb website at: http://www.irelandgenweb.com/ > It is a good place to get help with your family research. > Help wanted: County Coordinators > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > IRELANDGENWEB-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message

someone requested information on rentals. The email in question was apparently a reply to a legitimate request.

It really wasn't spam, Don. Someone on the list asked if anyone know of some rentals for their future trip. -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com

List it on www.VRBO.com. Vacation Rentals by Owner. Corby O'Connor www.corbyoconnor.com -----Original Message----- From: irelandgenweb-request@rootsweb.com Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2008 01:00:35 To: <irelandgenweb@rootsweb.com> Subject: IRELANDGENWEB Digest, Vol 3, Issue 219 Check out the Ireland GenWeb website at: http://www.irelandgenweb.com/ It is a good place to get help with your family research. Help wanted: County Coordinators Add you surname to the Ireland Surname Registry at: http://www.connorsgenealogy.net/IrelandList/ Today's Topics: 1. Vacation rental on the old sod (Michael Danahy) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Message: 1 Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2008 11:40:39 -0500 From: Michael Danahy <mldanahy@bellsouth.net> Subject: [Irish Genealogy] Vacation rental on the old sod To: irelandgenweb@rootsweb.com Message-ID: <3E49018D-2FE5-4382-923E-3F747AE8F84F@bellsouth.net> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII; delsp=yes; format=flowed I'm in search of advice based on experience about renting a vacation home/cottage in Ireland during the summer, possibly end of may June in Kery. Any pointers? Michael DANAHY http://www.familytreemaker.com/users/d/a/n/Michael-C-Danahy/index.html RESEARCHING IN MA (Hopkinton), IRE, ENG ALDRICH http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~aldrichnaa/ (one m SMITH, earlier ones m CASAVANT, COMEE, http://www.familyorigins.com/users/e/v/a/Jeanne-C-Evans LOVELL, PRAY, PRENTICE, RAWSON, SEALD, THAYER); http://members.xoom.com/jaldrich/Lines/Michael.htm Aldrich Family biographies, go to http://cgi.rootsweb.com/~genbbs/genbbs.cgi/FamilyAssociation/AldrichBios or go to http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~aldrich/ CASAVANT (who m MORAN); CURRAN (who m DANAHY) DANAHY (b. in Hopkinton and who m LENAN, siblings m. TOLAN, JOHNSON, O'CONNOR) LENAN (who m O"BRIEN); SMITH (who m CASEY); PRENTICE (who m ALDRICH) http://www.prenticenet.com/roots/prentice/robert/#R4 RAWSON (one m ALLEN, later one TORREY) http://www.rawsonfamilyassoc.org/ THAYER (Thomas m WHEELER, son Ferdinando m HAYWARD); http://members.aol.com/Sadie476/Thayer.html ------------------------------ To contact the IRELANDGENWEB list administrator, send an email to IRELANDGENWEB-admin@rootsweb.com. To post a message to the IRELANDGENWEB mailing list, send an email to IRELANDGENWEB@rootsweb.com. __________________________________________________________ To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to IRELANDGENWEB-request@rootsweb.com with the word "unsubscribe" without the quotes in the subject and the body of the email with no additional text. End of IRELANDGENWEB Digest, Vol 3, Issue 219 *********************************************

I'm in search of advice based on experience about renting a vacation home/cottage in Ireland during the summer, possibly end of may June in Kery. Any pointers? Michael DANAHY http://www.familytreemaker.com/users/d/a/n/Michael-C-Danahy/index.html RESEARCHING IN MA (Hopkinton), IRE, ENG ALDRICH http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~aldrichnaa/ (one m SMITH, earlier ones m CASAVANT, COMEE, http://www.familyorigins.com/users/e/v/a/Jeanne-C-Evans LOVELL, PRAY, PRENTICE, RAWSON, SEALD, THAYER); http://members.xoom.com/jaldrich/Lines/Michael.htm Aldrich Family biographies, go to http://cgi.rootsweb.com/~genbbs/genbbs.cgi/FamilyAssociation/AldrichBios or go to http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~aldrich/ CASAVANT (who m MORAN); CURRAN (who m DANAHY) DANAHY (b. in Hopkinton and who m LENAN, siblings m. TOLAN, JOHNSON, O'CONNOR) LENAN (who m O"BRIEN); SMITH (who m CASEY); PRENTICE (who m ALDRICH) http://www.prenticenet.com/roots/prentice/robert/#R4 RAWSON (one m ALLEN, later one TORREY) http://www.rawsonfamilyassoc.org/ THAYER (Thomas m WHEELER, son Ferdinando m HAYWARD); http://members.aol.com/Sadie476/Thayer.html

I SAW FROM THE BEACH I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining, A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on; I came when the sun from that beach was declining, The bark was still there, but the waters were gone. And such is the fate of our life's early promise, So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known; Each wave that we danc'd on at morning ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night; Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light! -- Thomas Moore

1864 for all births, marriages and deaths 1845 for marriages not Catholic > What are the earliest records that can be found? I need 1800 through 1865. -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com

What are the earliest records that can be found? I need 1800 through 1865. Annemarie ----- Original Message ----- From: "Pat Connors" <nymets22@gmail.com> To: <irelandgenweb@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, September 18, 2008 9:26 AM Subject: [!! SPAM] Re: [Irish Genealogy] irish birth records in 1864 > You can order them online directly from the Ireland General Register Office at: > http://www.groireland.ie/ > > > > where is the best place to purchase birth certificates for 1864? > > > > > > -- > Pat Connors, Sacramento CA > http://www.connorsgenealogy.com > Check out the Ireland GenWeb website at: http://www.irelandgenweb.com/ > It is a good place to get help with your family research. > Help wanted: County Coordinators > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to IRELANDGENWEB-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

There are a couple of people from Ireland mentioned in this history of Bandera Co., TX at <http://texashistory.unt.edu/data/TBDP/UNT/meta-pth-27720.tkl>. I'm not related to these people, but thought maybe it would help someone. Type Ireland or the surname in the Search Inside box on the page. Bonnie in OKC Researching in Ireland--McDonald, O'Brien

Hello Barbara, I can not relate to any of these names, but thanks for the info, regards John. -----Original Message----- From: irelandgenweb-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:irelandgenweb-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Barb Bouchey Sent: 19 September 2008 03:51 To: genire@rootsweb.com; irelandgenweb@rootsweb.com; ireland-roots@rootsweb.com Subject: [Irish Genealogy] Catherine O'BRIEN MAHONEY and Dennis James MAHONEY I am researching the family of Catherine (Kate) O'Brien and Dennis Mahoney of Haverhill, Massachusetts, USA: Catherine (Kate) O'Brien was born ca 1875 in Kilkilleen, Skibbereen, County Cork, Ireland to Mary H Walsh O'Brien and William O'Brien of Kilkilleen. Dennis Mahoney (Mahony) was born ca 1870 in Ireland to Michael Mahoney and Mary Healey. Kate O'Brien and Dennis Mahoney were married on 21 Nov 1895 in Haverhill, MA. Kate and Dennis had 10 children: - Mary F. born ca 1896 - Ellen, born 1898 - John Joseph, born 20 Mar 1900 - William Leon, born 22 Oct 1901. He married Evelyn?, born 1907 and they had a daughter, Joan C. born in 1929 in MA. - Mary Ann, born 1903 - Michael, born 1904 - Daniel Patrick (twin), born 17 Mar 1906 - twim, born 17 Mar 1906 - Dennis James, born 22 Feb 1909 - Catherine, born 1914 If anyone has any information on this family, I would appreciate it if you would contact me, barbwalsh49@gmail.com. thanks Check out the Ireland GenWeb website at: http://www.irelandgenweb.com/ It is a good place to get help with your family research. Help wanted: County Coordinators ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to IRELANDGENWEB-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Hello Barbara. I can not relate to any of these names, regards john. -----Original Message----- From: irelandgenweb-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:irelandgenweb-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Barb Bouchey Sent: 19 September 2008 03:52 To: genire@rootsweb.com; irelandgenweb@rootsweb.com; ireland-roots@rootsweb.com; ireland@rootsweb.com Subject: [Irish Genealogy] Hannah O'BRIEN RAY and David Thomas RAY I am researching the family of Hannah O'Brien Ray and David Thomas Ray of Haverhill, Massachusetts; Hannah O'Brien was born in 1884 in Kilkilleen, Skibbereen, County Cork Ireland to Mary Walsh O'Brien and William O"Brien. She immigrated to the USA in 1904. David Thomas Ray was born in 1882 in Mitchelltown, Ireland. He immigrated in 1889. Hannah O'Brien and David Thomas Ray married in 1905/6 and lived in Haverhill, MA. Hannah and David had five children: - Mary Josephine, born 1908, died ca 1910 - John, born 10 Nov 1910 - David Thomas, Jr, born 1913 - World War II cards have a Reverend David T. Ray in Millville, Connecticutt - William, born 1915 - Daniel Edward, born 1920 If anyone has any information, on this family, I would appreciate it if you would contact me, barbwalsh49@gmail.com. Thanks in advance. Check out the Ireland GenWeb website at: http://www.irelandgenweb.com/ It is a good place to get help with your family research. Help wanted: County Coordinators ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to IRELANDGENWEB-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Thanks Jean, I really appreciate your valuable advice. Glen ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jean R." <jeanrice@cet.com> To: <irelandgenweb@rootsweb.com> Sent: Wednesday, September 17, 2008 9:44 PM Subject: Re: [Irish Genealogy] Fw: Bamford > Hi Glen - Try contacting the County Louth Library, Dundalk website to see > if > they can access the 1911 Louth Census for you and also check their > city/county directories for your Bamford name. May even be familiar with > some resources or have e-mail addresses for contacts interested in the > railway lines.

Looks like they do not do online applications yet. Any other reliable sources? -----Original Message----- From: Pat Connors <nymets22@gmail.com> Sent: Thursday, September 18, 2008 12:33 PM To: irelandgenweb@rootsweb.com <irelandgenweb@rootsweb.com> Subject: Re: [Irish Genealogy] irish birth records in 1864 You can order them online directly from the Ireland General Register Office at: http://www.groireland.ie/ > where is the best place to purchase birth certificates for 1864? > -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com Check out the Ireland GenWeb website at: http://www.irelandgenweb.com/ It is a good place to get help with your family research. Help wanted: County Coordinators ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to IRELANDGENWEB-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message No virus found in this incoming message. Checked by AVG - http://www.avg.com Version: 8.0.169 / Virus Database: 270.6.21/1677 - Release Date: 9/17/2008 5:07 PM