Could sks tell me where (or what) Lea Beg, Ferbone is? I found it after an ancestors name in the index for Irish Land Owners 1876. have no idea what it means, Thank you Michelle Wilson micpaint@pshift.com FARLEY, MAGEE, LEMON,ADAMS, QUINNELL, McMILLAN, (Ireland) WELLS, MORRIS (England, Scotland, Wales)

Does any know the location of a place called Fany/Fahey. I am trying to trace a Dower House or Hill House in, I believe, Offaly but I'm not really sure. Any help would be gratefully appreciated. Allyson Jardine

Any Pea-Nut Club members out there? Thought per aps researchers on the list with both Irish and English roots might enjoy this snippet that I typed up for an English list. In an open letter to the "Post Bag," in June 1998, "Best of British, Past & Present" magazine, Miss M. C. L. LONGLEY, T/Wells, Kent wrote: "I refer to the article "Clubbing Together" in "Best of British" May 1998 in which the statement that the Pea-Nut Club was a Golden Wonder sales promotion is incorrect. It all began with a joke. Local journalists produced a fun paper at a special event to raise money for the Kent & Sussex Hospital, Tunbridge Wells. One young journalist, signing herself "Aunt Agatha," promised a bag of peanuts to any child who donated a dozen "bun" pennies to the cause (a "bun" penny was one bearing Queen Victoria when she wore her hair in a bun). One child did just that, so Mr. W. R. MURRAY, Managing Dir. of the "Kent and Sussex Courier," decided others could do the same and so the Pea-Nut Club was born. I was a made a member (no. 2087) in April 1932. Every week for many years "Aunt Agatha" wrote a letter to the children of the Pea-Nut Club in the! "Kent and Sussex Courier." She went on to become Mrs. Gordon CLEMETSON, Editor-in-Chief of the same paper. To celebrate 25,000 pounds being raised for the Kent & Sussex Hospital since the club began in May 1930, a Service of Thanksgiving was held in Christ Church, T/Wells, 6 Sept 1942. So many people were expected to want to attend that it had to be by ticket only. I still have the service sheet and my ticket. Not only did children become members, but also their relatives, friends and pets - in fact anyone and anything so long as the membership money was paid! My father made his bicycle a member, calling it "Old Faithful" as he used it day and night to get him to and from work. HMS "Revenge" was the first ship to help in a big way, raising 500 pounds to buy a hospital cot. Several RAF Squadrons also joined. Eventually the club became so large that it it had to have two paid staff. At one time the Pea-Nut Club kept the "Magic Cupboard" on the children's ward stock! ed with books, puzzles, games, etc., and when child patients were discharged they received a present from it. After the war Sir Archibald McINDOE asked for the interest to be revived to work for the plastic surgery unit at the East Grinstead Hospital. I regret I do not know whether the club is still in existence, but I know that at one time there were at least 350,000 members all around the world." Miss M. C. L. Longley, T/Wells, Kent.

Derry's Seamus Heaney, born in Coolbawn, Co. Derry in 1939, reflects on old trades and changing times in his poem, "The Forge." All I know is a door into the dark. Outside, old axles and iron hoops rusting; Inside, the hammered anvil's short-pitched ring, The unpredictable fantail of sparks Or hiss when a new shoe toughens in water. The anvil must be somewhere in the centre, Horned as a unicorn, at one end square, Set there immovable: an altar Where he expends himself in shape and music. Sometimes, leather-aproned, hairs in his nose, He leans out on the jamb, recalls a clatter Of hoofs where traffic is flashing in rows; Then grunts and goes in, with a slam and flick To beat real iron out, to work the bellows. -- Seamus Heaney

BANTRY BAY As I'm sitting all alone in the gloaming, It might have been but yesterday, That I watched the fisher sails all homing, Till the little herring fleet at anchor lay; Then the fisher girls with baskets swinging, Came running down the old stone way, Every lassie to her sailor lad was singing A welcome back to Bantry Bay. Then we heard the piper's sweet note tuning, And all the lassies turned to hear, Till it mingled with a soft voice crooning, Till the music floated down the wooden pier; "Save ye kindly, colleens all" -- said the piper, "Hands across and trip it while I play." And a tender sound of song and merry dancing Stole softly over Bantry Bay. As I'm sitting all alone in the gloaming, The shadows of the past draw near, And I see the loving faces round me, That used to glad the old brown pier; Some are gone upon their last long homing, Some are left, but they are old and grey, And we're waiting for the tide in the gloaming, To sail upon the Great Highway. To the Land of Rest Unending -- All peacefully from Bantry Bay. -- James Lyman Molloy (1837-1909), who also wrote "The Kerry Dance." Note, gloaming=twilight.

Travellers and writers, poets and rhymsters encountered the traditional music, song and dance of Ireland in many places and wrote down their impressions. Some of these encounters were casual and unexpected, and the spontaneous reactions can make for fascinating reading. The Deputy Governor of a group known as the Honorable Society of Ireland in London came over on official business in 1825, and wrote an account of his travels in a book called "Narrative of an Excursion in Ireland," published in London. He and his companions were staying in a hotel in Dawson Street in Dublin, and it was suggested to them that they visit the Spa at Lucan outside Dublin to sample the health-giving waters. They left at half-past five in the morning, got to the Spa Hotel but they didn't confine themselves to the waters. "We sauntered about the walks for half an hour, when a messenger arrived to say that breakfast was ready, which was composed of lamb chops, fried delicately brown as if they had come from the kitchen of the Albion; tongue, fresh eggs, cream, that a mouse might run over without being bogged, butter just emerged from the churn, bread of many sorts, and glorious griddle cake, tea and coffee, and all these good things for two tenpennies a-head! We made a royal repast, and, by way of keeping all quiet, I absorbed half a glass of most exquisite white Cognac. Our ears were now suddenly saluted with delightful music, accompanied by the voice. The sounds were sweet, though strange, and created a debate as to what and how many instruments the band consisted of. On opening the door of the room, a lad of about sixteen, of a very pensive air, and minstrel-like mien, sat in one of the recesses of the saloon, with his Irish pipes; and with these alone did produce 'the concord of sweet ! sounds' which we had heard. They were the wild, pathetic airs of his own dear island, and he played them with great expression and feeling. I stood beside him while playing, and found, in addition to the chaunter and drone of the Scots bagpipes, there were three or four pipes of different lengths and calibre, with keys, which he pressed with the ball of his hand, and, at the same time, another, and sometimes two, with the wrist and arm; thus producing exquisite harmony, which I did not think capable of. I supposed that the extra pipes were 3rds and 5ths to the key note, and some of the others to supply the faulty notes, common to the Scots chaunter, or probably they might be semitones. I enquired, at the bar, if he were a player of any note in the country, thinking that 'His notes so wild, and ready, thrill, They shew'd no common piper's skill;' but, I was told, that they did not know him 'at all, at all' - he was just a lad that had come in from the road. I wished that ! I had been an Irish peer, or an Irish prelate, for the latter seem to be the richest, and I would have retained him for my own piper; but, perhaps, he might have preferred his own wandering mode of life." Who the youthful piper was at Lucan we shall probably never know. The pipes which produced the 'concord of sweet sounds' were of course uilleann pipes which are different from the Scottish bagpipes because the air is produced by a bellows under one arm, and not with a mouthpiece. -- Excerpt, "Ireland of the Welcomes" magazine

THE KERRY DANCE O, the days of the Kerry dancing. O, the ring of the piper's tune! O, for one of those hours of gladness, gone, alas! like our youth too soon; When the boys began to gather in the glen of a summer night, And the Kerry piper's tuning made us long with wild delight, O, to think of it, O, to dream of it, fills my heart with tears. O, the days of the Kerry dancing. O, the ring of the piper's tune! O, for one of those hours of gladness, gone, alas! like our youth too soon. Was there ever a sweeter colleen in the dance than Eily Moore? Or a prouder lad than Thady, as he boldly took the floor? "Lads and lasses to your places; up the middle and down again." Ah! the merry hearted laughter ringing through the happy glen! O, to think of it, O, to dream of it, fills my heart with tears! Time goes on and the happy years are dead, And one by one the merry hearts are fled ; Silent now is the wild and lonely glen. Where the bright glad laugh will echo ne'er again, Only dreaming of days gone by, fills my heart with tears! Loving voices of old companions, stealing out of the past once more, And the sound of the dear old music, soft and sweet as in days of yore, When the boys began to gather in the glen of a summer night, And the Kerry piper's tuning made us long with wild delight, O, to think of it, O, to dream of it, fills my heart with tears! O, the days of the Kerry dancing, O, the ring of the piper's tune! O, for one of those hours of gladness, gone, alas! like our youth too soon. -- James Lyman Molloy (1837-1909)

I am looking for Woods in Northern Ireland. County Meath or Dublin probably. James WOODS b. ca. 1736 Dublin married Catherine ALLEN b. ca. 1736 The only thing known of James father is his name was William. They came to the United States in 1773 and landed in PA Children of James and Catherine were: Sarah or Anne b. 1762 Ireland Allen b. 1767 Ireland Samuel b. 1773 Washington Co., PA Nathaniel b. 1777 Washington Co., PA Anne or Sarah b. 1780 Washington Co., PA The family later settled in Georgetown, Ohio where James son Allen founded the town of Georgetown, Ohio. Any info or ideas would be greatly appreciated. Thanks, Nancy Woods

Seeking to make contact with any descendants of Timothy CONNOLLY, 1793, and his wife Ellen DULIG/DUDLEY1798, of Glenera, Allihies Parish, Beara Peninsula, County Cork. Their Children were: 1. John, 1823 2. Timothy, 1824 - married Margaret O'SULLIVAN -they came to Portsmouth, Rhode Island, then to Fall River, Mass. 3. James, 1826, died 1895 in Glenera - married Ellen O'SULLIVAN - several children of this couple went to Butte, Montana 4. Denis, 1828, died 1871 in Ballydonegan - married Ellen HARRINGTON 5. Margaret, 1832 6. Quinlan, 1833 7. Mary, 1835, died 1912 in Gurranes - married William LEHANE 8. Ellen, 1837 - married Patrick O'SULLIVAN - they came to Fall River, Mass. Child # 4, Denis was my great-great grandfather. His daughter Ellen Mary Connolly married James Knight in Fall River. Paula

Hi, I have just been informed that my relative Matthew BUSBY born ca 1770, Londonderry, Ireland. Can anyone tell me how to find more information about him and his family? He came to the US sometime before 1790. CJ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BENHAM/

The Three Irish Tenors sang "The town I loved so well" in several of their concerts aired on PBS and I have it on CD.....I recommend their music highly. Elizabeth Henessey (herself)

THE WILD SWANS AT COOLE The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty swans. The nineteenth autum has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings. I have looked upon those brillant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All's changed since I, hearing at twilight, The first time on this shore, The bell-beat of their wings above my head, Trod with a lighter tread. Unwearied still, lover by lover They paddle in the cold Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old; Passion or conquest, wander where they will, Attend upon them still. But now they drift on the still water, Mysterious, beautiful; Among what rushes will they build, By what lake's edge or pool Delight men's eyes when I awake some day To find they have flown away? -- Dublin's William Butler Yeats, 1917. Note -- Coole is the estate of the Irish playwright Lady Augusta Gregory (1852-1932). Yeats began to spend his summers at Coole in 1897, often staying into the fall. Once home of Lady Gregory, it is now a national forest and wildlife park (per my dated tourist guide), where ruined walls and stables remain of a once fine house where she held literary court with other notables as Sean O'Casey, G. B. Shaw, J. M. Synge, and Frank O'Connor. There is a famous tree there where they carved their initials while taking after dinner air, and Coole Lake still has swans). Roxborough, in Co. Galway, was the childhood home of Lady Gregory, Yeats' colleague and patron, whose practical nature helped the Abbey Theatre to survive its early years.

BIO: "Ah, the long and short of it is that we're the end of the line. When we die, to hell with it, it's gone." Patrick Murphy, all of 81 years old, and for the last 62 a tailor, pressed a button on the old iron, releasing a cloud of steam that enveloped his presence completely. "At that moment, it seemed as if he had gone back in time to another age. Indeed, in this room of ancient pattern books and bolts of exclusive cloth, with names like "Keeper's Tweed" and "Bedford Cord," I felt as if I'd gone back too," wrote Patrick Cooney, for "The World Of Hibernia." "Back to an age of hunt balls and dressing for dinner. Here, in this basement room at Hawkins of Dublin, the remnants of that age are still catered to, along with an ever-growing number of converts jaded with throwaway shirts and self-destructing suits." Messrs. Des Leech and Patrick Murphy are the last of the great gentleman's tailors in Ireland, per Cooney in his charming 1998 article. William Hawkins established the shop in 1916; his son retired a few years ago, but Leech and Murphy retained the name. One glance at the Hawkins client book proved that their reputation had spread far beyond their tiny shop near Dublin's Parnell Square. Dublin's Gate Theatre, long known for its high production values, has commissioned them to make costumes for its period productions, as have several of the current crop of Hollywood films being shot in Ireland. The fine actor Liam Neeson, a native of Ballymena, Co. Armagh ("A perfect gentleman," said Leech) was kitted out for "Michael Collins." With more than 100 years of tailoring experience between them, these sage-like gentleman constantly underplay the importance of their position. There is no stuffiness in their salon, there are no private fitting rooms, and the work room has the ! pleasing disorder that only the truly great encourage. "When we're gone, you'll get the professors looking at our work on a scientific basis asking, "How did they do this?" They'll be ripping coats apart to see the skill, because that is where it is - hidden," said Leech, drawing on his curved pipe. Murphy's face suddenly emerged from the steam cloud. "I've worked here 30 years," he announced, "and I've never seen a coat come back with the pocket ripped." Who are these clients, the last fragments of the old Anglo-Irish ascendancy? "Oh, they're the greatest bunch of characters you're ever likely to meet." Leech enthused, "Horsey people, a lot of them. Some of them love the horse more than the missus...," he pointed out mischieviously. A fascinating double act to watch, they have an endearing, unstudied comical air. Leech has the slightly distracted air of a frayed Oxford don, while Murphy, short and dapper, bustles around with sinister-looking implements of the trade. Yet all comedy is gone when they set to work, plotting lines on exquisite cloth like field marshals or railroad pioneers. Now it seems that their skills will die with them. There are no apprentices to carry on the art. "You'd like to pass it on," Leech said, "but who's going to come and work for you for buttons? Kids would make more stacking shelves in a supermarket - and they wouldn't have the patience. I couldn't train a tailor in four years; it isn't possible. It'll be sad to see it die, because you know no one will ever have that kind of skill to take it up again." So, before the shutter comes down and the dream is lost, what suit would Leech choose for himself? "A three-piece business suit, quite formal in cut, a three-button in worsted. And I like a pinstripe running through it." And the craftsman to carry out the task? "I'd choose meself, I wouldn't trust anyone else to make a coat for me. I'm a tailor's nightmare with my shape. Sloping shoulders, hollow chest." Murphy emerged through the steam with a doleful expression. "Ah, the ravages of time." Cooney's tender observations were accompanied with equally wonderful photographs by Seamus Murphy of these two distinguished gentleman, members of that vanishing breed that once suited up Dublin's beau brummels, in the Spring 1998 issue of "The World Of Hibernia."

NORTHERN IRELAND -- The song below came out of comparing the Derry that Phil Coulter grew up in and the Derry that was emerging in 1995. Writing "The Town I Loved So Well," helped Phil come to terms with the trauma all around him. Coulter's words and melody gave voice to the contradiction of pain and resilence, fatalism, and hope and the kind of rueful defiance that marked the people of the North at that time. Coulter, who has played in Carnegie Hall concerts, said, "Derry people have a great sense of Derryness, a great sense of pride in their town. We never really had that naked sectarian hatred that Belfast had. It was softer. Though we had some pretty dark hours, I'm not saying we had it easy, but the kind of mindless savagery found in other places was always missing in Derry. I lived in an area where there only three Catholic families. The kids I played with in the street would have been Protestant. So on the 12th of July, I was gathering up the wood for their b! > onfire. And then on the 15th of August would be the big Catholic ritual, and we'd be gathering in another part of the neighborhood, for that bonfire. My parents never instilled any feelings of bitterness. When you come over the bridge from the waterside to the cityside, turn left up Abercorn road. The big building on the end of the bridge was the Henderson Shirt Factory. That's where the shirt factory horne came in "The Town I Loved So well." A horn went off at ten to eight to let the girls working there know they should be getting in. Another horn would sound at eight 'clock when they were supposed to start work. I would see all the girls scurring down to the shirt factories to work because the ten to eight hooter was the one that would wake us at home. My mother didn't work there but most guys' mums would have worked in the shirt factory or their sisters or aunts. Most of my classmates at St. Columb's College had someone who worked there. John Hume, Brian Friel, Seamus Heaney, and Seamus Deane all emerged from that one place over a 10-year period. Those who don't know Derry think that it was some kind of elite school. It was the only school. St. Columb's was our awakening. We passed exams and went on to university, that was a first. The people of Northern Ireland are very special. They have a great resilence that has allowed them to live through some very dark hours. Even in my own crew, I always have a Northern Protestant because they're great people, great workers, very diligent, and very reliable. You can't exclude them from any scenario. They are very much a part of what makes Northern Ireland. I can understand the fears of decent, ordinary, God-fearing Protestants in the North. They feel the ground is shifting so fast. You cannot disregard those people. They are good people, they are the people that make Northern Ireland what it is. I do a reading called "The Man From God Knows Where" in my set. The story comes from the 1798 Rebellion. The whole monologue is about one of the United Irishmen, a group formed largely by Northern Presbyterians." Here is the song Phil wrote in 1995: THE TOWN I LOVED SO WELL In my memory, I will always see The town that I have loved so well. Where our school played ball by the gas-yard wall, And we laughed through the smoke and the smell. Going home in the rain, running up the dark lane, past the Jail and down behind the fountain. Those were happy days, in so many, many ways. In the town I loved so well. In the early morning the shirt factory horn Called women from the Creggan, the Moor and the Bog While the men on the dole played a mother's role Fed the children, and then walked the dog. And when times got tough, there was just about enough And they saw it through without complaining: For deep inside was a burning pride In the town I loved so well. There was music there in the Derry air Like a language that we all could understand; I remember the day that I earned my first pay When I played in a small pick-up band. There I spent my youth, and to tell you the truth I was sad to leave it all behind me: For I'd learned about life, and I'd found a wife In the town I loved so well. But when I've returned, how my eyes have burned To see how a town could be brought to its knees; by the armoured cars and the bombed-out bars And the gas that hangs onto every breeze. Now the army's installed by that old gas yard wall And the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher With their tanks and guns, oh my God, what have they done To the town I loved so well. Now the music's gone but they carry on For their spirit's been bruised, never broken. They will not forget, but their hearts are set On tomorrow and PEACE once again. For what's done is done, and what's won is won; And what's lost is lost and gone forever: I can only pray for a bright, brand new day In the town I loved so well. -- Excerpt, "Irish America" magazine

BLACKBERRY-PICKING Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam pots Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots. Round hayfields, cornfields and potato drills We trekked and picked until the cans were full, Until the tinkling bottom had been covered With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard's. We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre. But when the bath was filled we found a fur, A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache. The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour. I always felt like crying. It wasn't fair That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot. Each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not. -- Seamus Heaney, born Mossbawn, Derry 1939 > De nobis fabula narratur, their story is our story > http://irelandgenealogyprojects.rootsweb.com > > ============================== > Visit Ancestry.com for a FREE 14-Day Trial and enjoy access to the #1 > Source for Family History Online. Go to: > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=702&sourceid=1237 > >

Dear List -- Received this informative answer re Lessor vs. Lessee from a fellow GEORGE researcher from the KENT, England e-mail with English/Irish roots in response to my query re Lessor vs. Lessee. She also provides info. on the "Lloyd-George" English Valuation of 1910-1911. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Mary George" <Mary.George@ukgateway.net> To: "Jean Rice" <jeanrice@cet.com> Sent: Saturday, April 27, 2002 5:24 AM Lessor OWNS the property as a freeholder, and leases (lets) it to the Lessee who HOLDS the property as a leaseholder (similar to being a tenant, only the terms of the lease can be, say, 99 years, so there is a leasehold value which can be passed on, or transferred for a value). So it is the other way round to the way you set it out below. Sometimes property could be "sub-let" to a third party, who paid rent, usually short term, or at least, shorter than the lease itself, either because it was too big for the lessee, or so that the Lessee could make a profit on the rent as a source of income. Tenants could be evicted if they did not pay their rent. There was a tithe valuation in 1838 in England, but the Griffiths was only done in Ireland. There was another land valuation done in 1910/11 in England, nicknamed Lloyd-George's valuation. This is only available by personal searches at Public Record Office but can be quite useful if you know that people owned or rented (or leased) property at that time. Mary G (researching in Ireland - Co. Mayo, Co.Monaghan, Dublin - and Kent, as well as Suffolk, Lincolnshire, Northumberland)

Hello, I am new to Irish research and was wondering if anyone could tell me what the Civil Birth Records were please? I have found an entry on Family search for Anne MANNIX (Father Owen MANNIX, Mother Bridget FOGARTY 20 November 1873) and I was wondering which area of Ireland this refers to. Thank you, Caroline Researching: ALDRIDGE, POULTER, ROSE, JEWSON, WATERS, WORSFOLD, CHEESEMAN - Surrey BOXALL (1), Surrey, BOXALL (2), Sussex MATTHEWS - Hampshire UZZELL - Gloucestershire SHAW - Middlesex/London MANNIX - London/Ireland? FIELD - Herts/London? RANDALL - London/Wiltshire? LAST - Essex/London ALLAM - Herts/Surrey WILLDER - Kent/London? HARDING(1) - Essex HARDING(2)-Surrey ROOTS - Kent

--part1_13.a78f8a7.29f88f23_boundary Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sorry to have bothered you all, but, better safe than sorry --part1_13.a78f8a7.29f88f23_boundary Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Disposition: inline Return-Path: <MDDORCHE-L-request@rootsweb.com> Received: from rly-xa01.mx.aol.com (rly-xa01.mail.aol.com [172.20.105.70]) by air-xa02.mail.aol.com (v84.10) with ESMTP id MAILINXA22-0424071311; Wed, 24 Apr 2002 07:13:11 -0400 Received: from lists7.rootsweb.com (lists7.rootsweb.com [63.92.80.56]) by rly-xa01.mx.aol.com (v84.10) with ESMTP id MAILRELAYINXA14-0424071307; Wed, 24 Apr 2002 07:13:07 -0400 Received: (from slist@localhost) by lists7.rootsweb.com (8.10.1/8.10.1) id g3OBCp026919; Wed, 24 Apr 2002 05:12:51 -0600 Resent-Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2002 05:12:51 -0600 X-Original-Sender: jwilkins@twcny.rr.com Wed Apr 24 05:12:51 2002 From: "John S. Wilkinson" <jwilkins@twcny.rr.com> Old-To: <MDDORCHE-L@rootsweb.com> Subject: RE: [MD-Dorchester] Fw: (no subject) Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2002 07:12:49 -0400 Message-ID: <NGBBIPFBKLNBJKPELFCPIEMLCIAA.jwilkins@twcny.rr.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook IMO, Build 9.0.2416 (9.0.2911.0) X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 Importance: Normal In-Reply-To: <003001c1eb21$836b9b00$473cf343@HPAuthorizedCustomer> Resent-Message-ID: <OoTOaB.A.WkG.zMpx8@lists7.rootsweb.com> To: MDDORCHE-L@rootsweb.com Resent-From: MDDORCHE-L@rootsweb.com Reply-To: MDDORCHE-L@rootsweb.com X-Mailing-List: <MDDORCHE-L@rootsweb.com> archive/latest/404 X-Loop: MDDORCHE-L@rootsweb.com Precedence: list Resent-Sender: MDDORCHE-L-request@rootsweb.com This is a Hoax. Please go to the following URL http://www.symantec.com/avcenter/venc/data/sulfnbk.exe.warning.html -----Original Message----- From: Earl Thompson [mailto:eetcct@earthlink.net] Sent: Tuesday, April 23, 2002 7:49 PM To: MDDORCHE-L@rootsweb.com Subject: [MD-Dorchester] Fw: (no subject) Subject: Virus I received this note this morning. I found this virus in my file and deleted it. Please do the same to prevent damage to your computer. The person who sent this to me apologises for the inconvenience. It is very important that you do this! We have unwittingly just been infected with a virus from someone's email. This virus sends itself to all the addresses in the address book of the computer it has arrived at. Since you are in our address book, it will get to you. Take the time and remove it now - the instructions are easy to follow and we got rid of the virus in about 30 seconds. Some versions of anti virus software including Norton and Inoculate T have not been able to detect it. It is said that the virus hides in the computer for 2 weeks and then damages the dist irreparably. The virus is called sulfnbk.exe. Many apologies for the trouble this is causing. 1. Go to "Start" and click on "find." 2. In the box "find files or folders" write sulfnbk.exe (the name of the virus). 3. Make sure you are searching in the C-Drive (check in the box marked "Search in"). 4. Click on Find or Search. 5. If the file is found you will see an ugly black icon with the name sulfnbk.exe. The file is a program. DO NOT OPEN IT!!! If it does appear, try the same procedure again. 6. Click on the RIGHT button of the mouse, on the file, and then click on delete with the LEFT button of the mouse. 7. You will be asked if you want to send the file to the wastebasket. Respond YES. 8. Go to the Desktop (where all the icons are), open the wastebasket and eliminate the file, manually or by emptying the entire wastebasket. 9 If you find this virus in your computer, send this email to all the people in your address book, because the virus is transmitted in this way. If you don't warn them, aside from ruining their hard disk, it will come back to you if you are in their address book. Once again, apologies. ==== MDDORCHE Mailing List ==== DORCHESTER COUNTY UNSUBSCRIPTION DIRECTIONS MDDorche-L-request@rootsweb.com UNSUBSCRIBE [in message body] MDDorche-D-request@rootsweb.com UNSUBSCRIBE [in message body] ============================== To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, go to: http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 ==== MDDORCHE Mailing List ==== DORCHESTER COUNTY LIST ADMINISTRATOR: <=<=<=<=commander@inetone.net=>=>=>=> ============================== To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, go to: http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 --part1_13.a78f8a7.29f88f23_boundary--

--part1_130.d459368.29f88dfb_boundary Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit You are all in my address book. I hope this is nothing but felt like I needed to let you know. Helen --part1_130.d459368.29f88dfb_boundary Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Disposition: inline Return-Path: <MDDORCHE-L-request@rootsweb.com> Received: from rly-xi03.mx.aol.com (rly-xi03.mail.aol.com [172.20.116.8]) by air-xi05.mail.aol.com (v84.14) with ESMTP id MAILINXI54-0423194956; Tue, 23 Apr 2002 19:49:56 -0400 Received: from lists7.rootsweb.com (lists7.rootsweb.com [63.92.80.56]) by rly-xi03.mx.aol.com (v84.15) with ESMTP id MAILRELAYINXI38-0423194930; Tue, 23 Apr 2002 19:49:30 -0400 Received: (from slist@localhost) by lists7.rootsweb.com (8.10.1/8.10.1) id g3NNn1u12124; Tue, 23 Apr 2002 17:49:01 -0600 Resent-Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2002 17:49:01 -0600 X-Original-Sender: eetcct@earthlink.net Tue Apr 23 17:49:00 2002 Message-ID: <003001c1eb21$836b9b00$473cf343@HPAuthorizedCustomer> From: "Earl Thompson" <eetcct@earthlink.net> Old-To: "Francis Thompson" <fathomp@nltc.net>, "Eva & Fonza Sells" <fsells@tampabay.rr.com>, "Estelle McMullen" <EstelleMCM@aol.com>, "Ernie Wilson" <ErnMusicman@aol.com>, "Ellie Soucy" <geldcoa@aol.com>, "Ellen" <Mccarroll.e@shaw.ca>, "Eleanor & Tom Moffett" <elmoff@vtechworld.com>, "Eileen Smith" <Eileenmeb@aol.com>, "Eddie & Blanche Thompson" <eltbet@aol.com>, "Ed Jenkins" <Thejenks8@aol.com>, "Earthlink Support" <support@earthlink.net>, "Dorothy D. Reed" <dpreed@infocom.com>, "Dorothy Beckelman" <tbeck@megsinet.net>, "DorchesterCo MD" <MDDORCHE-L@rootsweb.com>, "Donna Magovney" <sunlover@nut-n-but.net>, "Donna Hunter" <dhunter365@aol.com>, "Donald Spencer" <Donjesp50@aol.com>, "Don Aoki" <donaoki@aol.com>, "Don & Marilyn Zimmerman" <ddmlzimmer2@juno.com>, "Dolores & Paul Robertson" <trobert419@aol.com>, "Dick McAlevey" <rjmcalevey@worldnet.att.net>, "Dick Corney" <elcedece@juno.com>, "Dianne O'Dea" <diannefirstcourier@telus.net>, "Diann Olsen" <diann@coxII.com>, "Dennis Petters" <intersoft@ibm.net>, "Debra Lucas" <Debra.Lucas@brother.com>, "Dearborn Co IN" <INDEARBO-L@rootsweb.com>, "Dawna Fassler" <dawnf1863@aol.com>, "Dan Ross" <N9GTA@yahoo.com>, "Dan McMullen" <shadynk@seidata.com>, "Dan Hollingsworth" <dholli@msn.com>, "Dalene" <dalener@cybertrails.com>, "Dale Stoops" <mars2ps@worldnet.att.net>, "Cheryl & Bob Young" <ryoung6180@aol.com> Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2002 19:49:21 -0400 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2600.0000 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 Subject: [MD-Dorchester] Fw: (no subject) Resent-Message-ID: <8g2jRD.A.A9C.tLfx8@lists7.rootsweb.com> To: MDDORCHE-L@rootsweb.com Resent-From: MDDORCHE-L@rootsweb.com Reply-To: MDDORCHE-L@rootsweb.com X-Mailing-List: <MDDORCHE-L@rootsweb.com> archive/latest/402 X-Loop: MDDORCHE-L@rootsweb.com Precedence: list Resent-Sender: MDDORCHE-L-request@rootsweb.com Subject: Virus I received this note this morning. I found this virus in my file and deleted it. Please do the same to prevent damage to your computer. The person who sent this to me apologises for the inconvenience. It is very important that you do this! We have unwittingly just been infected with a virus from someone's email. This virus sends itself to all the addresses in the address book of the computer it has arrived at. Since you are in our address book, it will get to you. Take the time and remove it now - the instructions are easy to follow and we got rid of the virus in about 30 seconds. Some versions of anti virus software including Norton and Inoculate T have not been able to detect it. It is said that the virus hides in the computer for 2 weeks and then damages the dist irreparably. The virus is called sulfnbk.exe. Many apologies for the trouble this is causing. 1. Go to "Start" and click on "find." 2. In the box "find files or folders" write sulfnbk.exe (the name of the virus). 3. Make sure you are searching in the C-Drive (check in the box marked "Search in"). 4. Click on Find or Search. 5. If the file is found you will see an ugly black icon with the name sulfnbk.exe. The file is a program. DO NOT OPEN IT!!! If it does appear, try the same procedure again. 6. Click on the RIGHT button of the mouse, on the file, and then click on delete with the LEFT button of the mouse. 7. You will be asked if you want to send the file to the wastebasket. Respond YES. 8. Go to the Desktop (where all the icons are), open the wastebasket and eliminate the file, manually or by emptying the entire wastebasket. 9 If you find this virus in your computer, send this email to all the people in your address book, because the virus is transmitted in this way. If you don't warn them, aside from ruining their hard disk, it will come back to you if you are in their address book. Once again, apologies. ==== MDDORCHE Mailing List ==== DORCHESTER COUNTY UNSUBSCRIPTION DIRECTIONS MDDorche-L-request@rootsweb.com UNSUBSCRIBE [in message body] MDDorche-D-request@rootsweb.com UNSUBSCRIBE [in message body] ============================== To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, go to: http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 --part1_130.d459368.29f88dfb_boundary--

I am also looking for stories of research by individuals who have done their Irish research, either with results from Ireland, or the U.S., or wherever our Irish ancestors traveled. Location does not need to be just in Ireland. Our ancestors traveled to all parts of the globe. If you live in Australia and you have stories about doing Irish research there, I'm interested in that. The same with New Zealand, the U.S., Scotland, England, etc. We all have some of our Irish family who traveled from Ireland. Those research problems and stories are just as important as the work we must do in Ireland. We may eventually get to the point where we will take research questions, and then maybe answer one or two per month. If one person has a particular question, you can be sure that another will have one that is very similar. I'd like this newsletter to be the source for Irish research no matter where one is working. Denise Wells IRL-CAVAN Rootsweb mail listowner Co. Cavan, IrelandGenWeb Project coordinator http://www.irelandgenweb.com/~cavan/cavan.html Co. Longford, IrelandGenWeb Project coordinator http://www.irelandgenweb.com/~longford/longford.html