AUTOBIOGRAPHY: "Twenty Years A-Growing," first published in 1933 can be found in your local library. A young Irish fisherman, then in the Dublin police force, sat down one day to write a book to entertain his friends on the remote little islands, the Blaskets, in the extreme SW corner of Ireland off the coast of Kerry, where he had grown up. He had never written anything before, had not had any schooling to speak of, and had no idea that what he was to write about the simple and familiar things that had been part of everyday life - dances, singing, story-telling, brawls, fairs, funerals, fishing, hunting - would be translated from old Irish into English and be read by millions around the world in numerous editions for at least the next 30 years. An excerpt -- "Would you like to go up to the hill with me? said my grandfather, putting the straddle on the ass to bring home a load of turf. It was a fine, calm, sunny day. My father had gone at the sparrow's chirp lobster-fishing to Inish-vick-illaun in the west and was not to return till Saturday. We went up the road, my grandfather with a stick in one hand, the other holding his pipe in his mouth for lack of teeth. When we reached the top of the road, we had a fine view between us and the horizon to the south - the Great Skellig and Skellig Michael clearly to be seen, Iveragh stretching out in the sunshine to the south-east, not a puff of air nor a cloud in the sky, herring-gulls in hundreds around the trawlers which were fishing out in the bay, larks warbling sweetly over the heather, young lambs dancing and playing tricks on one another like school children let out in the middle of the day. We walked on until we reached Hill Head: "Look where your father is lobs! ter-fishing," said my grandfather, pointing west towards the Inish. " Oh, it is grand to be up in that island on such a day as this. Do you see the house?" I stopped and looked. "I do not," said I. "Look carefully at the middle of the island and you will see the sun sparking on something." "Oh! Is that it? I dare say you were often there." "My sorrow, I spent a great part of my life going out to it, and it is little the shoe or stocking was worn in those days, not even a drop of tea to be had, nor any thought of it... Indian meal, oatmeal, potatoes and fine fish from the sea; and they left their mark on the people. Little sickness or infection came to them. Arra, man, it is the way with them now, they have shoes on them as soon as they can crawl, not to mention all the clothes they wear, and for all that they are weak, and will be. Would you believe that it is many a day I left the house at sunrise, myself and Stephen O'Donlevy, Pad Mor and Shaun O'Carna, for we ! were the crew of the one boat, dear God bless their souls, they are all on the way of truth now." As he spoke, the tears fell from the old man and he stopped for a while as if to put from him the catch at his heart. "Well," he said, drawing a long sigh, "would you believe it, we would have nothing on leaving the house but five or six cold potatoes and we would not come home until the blackness and blindness of the night? Where is the man who would stand such hardship now? Upon my word there is none."

Some may find interesting the Jan. 15, 2002 image of Ireland from space taken by NASA's Modis Satellite. After the storms of North America and the bush fires of Australia, it looks very green indeed. If the detailed map is downloaded, most loughs can be found, and mountains such as Mourne and Wicklows certainly show up. http://modis.gsfc.nasa.gov/cgi-bin/texis/gallery/newimggallery/+ktseo7z0/individualimages.html?DISPLAY_DATE=January+18%2C+2002 Tom Moffatt

THE PIPER ON THE HILL There sits a piper on the hill Who pipes the livelong day, And when he pipes both loud and shrill, The frightened people say: "The wind, the wind is blowing up 'Tis rising to a gale," The women hurry to the shore To watch some distant sail. The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind Is blowing to a gale. But when he pipes all sweet and low, The piper on the hill, I hear the merry women go With laughter, loud and shrill: "The wind, the wind is coming south "Twill blow a gentle day." They gather on the meadow-land To toss the yellow hay. The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind Is blowing south to-day. And in the morn, when winter comes, To keep the piper warm, The little Angels shake their wings To make a feather storm: "The snow, the snow has come at last!" The happy children call. And "ring around" they dance in glee, And watch the snowflakes fall, The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind Has spread a snowy pall. But when at night the piper plays, I have not any fear, Because God's windows open wide The pretty tune to hear; And when each crowding spirit looks, >From it's star window-pane, A watching mother may behold Her little child again. The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind May blow her home again. -- Dora Sigerson Shorter (1866-1917)

Co. Louth -- CEMETERY-DROGHEDA > Hi, Michelle -- My 1985s tour book mentions Siena Convent, Catholic, on > Chord Road, Drogheda, built in 1796 with a peaceful private chapel, open > daily. > > There is also a St. Peter's Church, Catholic, West Street with a shrine of > St. Oliver Plunkett, Primate of All-Ireland martyred at Tyburn, London, in > 1681. The jewelled casket containing his head is a centre of pilgrimage. > > There is a St. Mary's Catholic church top of Peter Street with commanding > views from churchyard, where Henry Ussher, Archbishop of Armagh, is buried. > Church built in 1807; earlier building damaged during Cromwellian siege. > > Augustinian abbey, Abbey Lane, behind West St. shopping centre, only the > fine 13th century tower remains. > > Millmount Museum in Drogheda houses one of the finest town museums in > Ireland. All kinds of material reflecting life in Drogheda over the past > three centuries. A Mrs. Moira Corcoran was the contact person in 1985. > Millmount tower, next to museum, said to have been built on site of 11th > century BC burial mound. View from top is magnificent. Ask for key to gate > at museum. > > Courthouse, Fair St., has extensive selection of local material and > information. It houses sword and mace presented to Drogheda Corporation by > William III after Battle of the Boyne, 17th century charters, etc. Tours by > arrangement of the Town Clerk's Office. > > Drogheda is a hilly town, over 2,000 years old. The Danes settled there in > 911 and later, under Anglo-Norman rule, two separate towns developed, one on > each side of the Boyne river. In 1649, after a bitter siege, Cromwell took > Drogheda and killed most of its inhabitants. Today (1985), though a busy > industrial town, the wharfsides and the historic back lanes are extremely > atmospheric. > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Michelle Wilson" <micpaint@together.net> > To: <IrelandGenWeb-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Wednesday, January 16, 2002 12:55 PM > Subject: [IGW] OLD CHORD CEMETERY-DROGHEDA > > > > Dear Listers.... > > Does anyone know anything about the OLD CHORD CEMETERY in Drogheda > > and/or where I could write about any records of burials there? > > > > I understand there was a book published called "Chord Cemetery > > Inscriptions" from the "Journal of Old Drogheda Society' Publisher was > > Northeast Printers Ltd. Would anyone have a copy or know an address > > where I could write. I'm trying to learn if there are any buriels for > > FARLEY's in there. I am trying to locate a gr-aunt's twin that died > > shortly after birth in June 1871 and possibly some other FARLEYS' and > > GLOVERS.. > > > > Thank you > > Michelle Wilson-VT. > > micpaint@together.net > > FARLEY, LEMON, MAGEE, ADAMS, WELLS, MORRIS, TUKE, QUINNELL, McMILLAN, > > MUNDELL, GLOVER. > > > > > > ==== IrelandGenWeb Mailing List ==== > > This list is sponsored by the IrelandGenWeb Project - > http://www.irelandgenweb.com > > > > > > > ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== > Visit the Ireland List Homepage: > http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~irelandlist > De nobis fabula narratur, their story is our story > http://irelandgenealogyprojects.rootsweb.com > > ============================== > 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 > >

RESOURCE: Researchers whose Irish ancestors were known to have emigrated from Ireland to Queensland, Australia, might want to obtain a copy of "Pushing Up Shamrocks," by David Larkin. (See note below). Perhaps your library has a copy. I posted an informational note about it to the Internet with a handful of "F" surnames and a Ferguson researcher was able to positively identify his ancestor. This lead to him contacting the author and learning the name and address of the submitter. (See his note below). I don't personally have information on surnames other than those that being with the letter "F," which I posted to Rootsweb Message Boards. Jean ----- Original Message ----- From: "Colin Ferguson" <colin@sierratel.com> To: "Jean Rice" <jeanrice@cet.com> Sent: Friday, April 27, 2001 6:30 PM Subject: Re: serendipity > Hello Jean, > I tracked down the book "Pushing Up Shamrocks". The author is David > Larkin, larkin@caboolture.starway.net.au, and I am now in contact with > the person who submitted the article on Frances Annie Ferguson. She is > in fact a branch of my family and one of which I know very little. > Thanks for believing in serendipity! > Colin Ferguson > Coarsegold, CA, USA > http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~colin/ > >

Hi all, Just thought I would re-post my biggest brick wall in the hope that someone may have something new. I am searching for any record of Alexander BEATTIE married to Margaret MILLER. They may have been in Donegal between 1827-1847 and I also have a reference to them living at 1 Albert Place, Brndons Street, Walworth, London but I don't know when. I know this is a bit vague, but maybe it will ring a bell with someone. If anyone has any clues, please let me know. Thanks Jenny in (mostly) sunny Central Queensland

Would any lister out there happen to know the address (snailmail) for the Low Lane Church in Drogheda and if it was Church of Ireland or Catholic? Thanks Michelle Wilson-VT. micpaint@together.net FARLEY, MAGEE, LEMON, ADAMS, WELLS, MORRIS, MUNDELL, TUKE, QUINNELL, MCMILLAN, GLOVER

Dear Listers.... Does anyone know anything about the OLD CHORD CEMETERY in Drogheda and/or where I could write about any records of burials there? I understand there was a book published called "Chord Cemetery Inscriptions" from the "Journal of Old Drogheda Society' Publisher was Northeast Printers Ltd. Would anyone have a copy or know an address where I could write. I'm trying to learn if there are any buriels for FARLEY's in there. I am trying to locate a gr-aunt's twin that died shortly after birth in June 1871 and possibly some other FARLEYS' and GLOVERS.. Thank you Michelle Wilson-VT. micpaint@together.net FARLEY, LEMON, MAGEE, ADAMS, WELLS, MORRIS, TUKE, QUINNELL, McMILLAN, MUNDELL, GLOVER.

Hello Listers... Does anyone have access to a City Directory for Drogheda for the years 1890-94 ? If so, could someone please check and see if there might be a FREDERICK FARLEY listed? I am trying to locate a gr-uncle. I've accounted for all his siblings but not for him. All I know is that he was born to CHARLES THOMAS and JANE (LEMON) FARLEY in 1869. He was the 4th of 7 children. Michelle Wilson micpaint@together.net FARLEY, LEMON, GLOVER, ADAMS, MORRIS, WELLS, MAGEE, TUKES, QUINNELL, MCMILLAN

This virus warning is a hoax. You can check in out at the Symantec Virus Encyclopedia -- URL below. http://securityresponse.symantec.com/avcenter/venc/data/family.pictures.html __ Sister Catherine Gilles Administrative Leadership Coordinator Silver Lake College cgilles@silver.sl.edu Ph: 920-686-6377 Fx: 707-897-1686 http://www.sl.edu/graded/ -----Original Message----- From: Jean Rice [mailto:jeanrice@cet.com] Sent: Tuesday, January 15, 2002 2:28 PM To: IrelandGenWeb-L@rootsweb.com Subject: [IGW] Fw: [IRELAND] VIRUS WARNING - Don't open "New Pictures of the Family" Hi, Forwarding this note as it sounds like one that people might be readily fooled into opening. Better safe than sorry. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Michael Brennan" <michael@janbren.freeserve.co.uk> To: <IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tuesday, January 15, 2002 11:40 AM Subject: [IRELAND] Fw: VIRUS WARNING URGENT ATTENTION This looks like a bad one that's coming. Forward this to others. Please read DO NOT OPEN: "NEW PICTURES OF FAMILY". It is a virus > > > that will erase your whole "C" drive. > > > > > > It will come to you in the form of a E-mail from a > > > familiar person. > > Michael Brennan > > > > ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== > Visit the Ireland List Homepage: > http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~irelandlist > De nobis fabula narratur, their story is our story > http://irelandgenealogyprojects.rootsweb.com > > ============================== > 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 > > ==== IrelandGenWeb Mailing List ==== Please make sure to visit RootsWeb, our hostmaster, at http://www.rootsweb.com

BIO: In the May-June 2001 issue of "Ireland of the Welcomes" 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

Hi, Forwarding this note as it sounds like one that people might be readily fooled into opening. Better safe than sorry. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Michael Brennan" <michael@janbren.freeserve.co.uk> To: <IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tuesday, January 15, 2002 11:40 AM Subject: [IRELAND] Fw: VIRUS WARNING URGENT ATTENTION This looks like a bad one that's coming. Forward this to others. Please read DO NOT OPEN: "NEW PICTURES OF FAMILY". It is a virus > > > that will erase your whole "C" drive. > > > > > > It will come to you in the form of a E-mail from a > > > familiar person. > > Michael Brennan > > > > ==== IRELAND Mailing List ==== > Visit the Ireland List Homepage: > http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~irelandlist > De nobis fabula narratur, their story is our story > http://irelandgenealogyprojects.rootsweb.com > > ============================== > 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 > >

THOMAS MACDONAGH He shall not hear the bittern cry In the wild sky, where he is lain, Nor voices of the sweeter birds Above the wailing of the rain. Nor shall he know when loud March blows Thro' slanting snows her fanfare shrill, Blowing to flame the golden cup Of many an upset daffodil. But when the Dark Cow leaves the moor, And pastures poor with greedy weeds, Perhaps he'll hear her low at morn Lifting her horn in pleasant meads. -- Francis Ledwidge (1891-1917) Note - The poem is apparently refers to Thomas MacDonagh, born in Cloughjordan, Co. Tipperary and executed at Kilmainham Prison. MacDonagh was one of the martyrs of the April 1916 insurrection aimed to establish an independent Irish republic and was buried at Arbour Hill Military Prison.

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BOLD ROBERT EMMET The struggle is over, the boys are defeated, Old Ireland's surrounded with sadness and gloom, We were defeated and shamefully treated, And I, Robert Emmet, awaiting my doom. Hung, drawn and quartered, sure that was my sentence, My crime is the love of the land I was born in -- A hero I lived and a hero I'll die. Bold Robert Emmet, the darling of Erin, Bold Robert Emmet will die with a smile, Farewell to companions both loyal and daring, I'll lay down my life for the Emerald Isle. The barque lay at anchor awaiting to bring me Over the billows to the land of the free; But I must see my sweetheart for I know she will cheer me, And with her I will sail far over the sea. But I was arrested and cast into prison, Tried as a traitor, a rebel, a spy; But no one can call me a knave or a coward -- A hero I lived and a hero I'll die. Bold Robert Emmet, the darling of Erin, Bold Robert Emmet will die with a smile, Farewell companions both loyal and daring, I'll lay down my life for the Emerald Isle. Hark! the bell's tolling, I well know its meaning, My poor heart tells me it is my death knell; In come the clergy, the warden is leading, I have no friends here to bid me farewell. Goodbye, old Ireland, my parents and sweetheart, Companions in arms, to forget you must try; I am proud of this honour, it was only my duty -- A hero I lived and a hero I'll die. Bold Robert Emmet, the darling of Erin, Bold Robert Emmet will die with a smile, Farewell companions both loyal and daring. I'll lay down my life for the Emerald Isle. -- Tom Maguire (born circa 1870)

REQUIESCAT Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast. I vex my heart alone, She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it. -- Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

Hello All, I am new to the list, having just discovered a new surname. I am wondering whether anyone knows which part of Ireland the surname HOULLAGAN belongs to. My grandmothers name was HUELIN, from the Channel Islands. I have since found her parents to have been called HOULLAGAN and the name was changed to Huelin. I don't know why. She knows they were Irish but doesn't know which part of Ireland. Hopefully some one can help me - any suggestions or advice on how to go about searching for this name are gratefully appreciated! Thanks Victoria Germain

Looking for information on Harbourne/Harborne/Harborn...(various spellings) families.....I have a lot of information to share but also a lot of missing links. Vicky

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Circa 1754, Patrick O'Kelly composed a clever but scathing poem called "The Curse of Doneraile" (Cork), when his watch apparently turned up missing there. The poem was widely circulated throughout Ireland and caused a great deal of amusement. To appease O'Kelly, Lady Doneraile presented him with a "watch and seal," in place of the one he "lost," upon receipt of which he wrote "Blessings on Doneraile." BLESSINGS ON DONERAILE How vastly pleasing is my tale I found my watch in Doneraile. My Dublin watch, my chain and seal Were all restored at Doneraile. May fire and brimstone ever fail To hurt or injure Doneraile. May neither friend nor foe assail The splendid town of Doneraile. May lightning never singe the vale That leads to generous Doneraile. May Pompey's fate and old Pharsale Be still reversed at Doneraile. May beef and mutton, lamb and veal Plentyful be at Doneraile. May garlic soup and scurvy kale No palate spoil in Doneraile. May neither frog nor creeping snail Subtract the crops of Doneraile. May Heaven each chosen bliss entail On honest, friendly Doneraile. May Sol and Luna never fail To shed their light on Doneraile. May every soft ambrosial gale Waft heavenly bliss to Doneraile. May every cuckoo, thrush and quail A concert sing in Doneraile. May every post, gazette and mail Glad tidings bring to Doneraile. May no harsh thunder sound a peal To incommode sweet Doneraile. May profit high and speedy sale Enlarge the trade of Doneraile. May fame resound a pleasant tale Of all the joys in Doneraile. May Egypt's plagues forever fail To hurt or injure Doneraile. May frost and snow, and rain and hail No mischief do at Doneraile. May Oscar with his fiery flail Thrash all the foes of Doneraile. May all from Belfast to Kinsale Respect the town of Doneraile, May choisest flour and oatenmeal Be still to spare at Doneraile. May want and woe no joy curtail That's always known in Doneraile. No coffin that grim death can nail May wrap a rogue in Doneraile. There are no thieves to rob and steal Within two leagues of Doneraile. And all the sons of Granuale Can well be proud of Doneraile. May no dire monster, shark or whale Annoy or torture Doneraile. May no disaster e'er assail The bliss and peace of Doneraile. May every transport wont to sail Increase the wealth of Doneraile. May every churn and milking pail O'erflow with cream at Doneraile. May cold and hunger ne'er congeal The good rich blood of Doneraile. May every day new joys reveal To crown the bliss of Doneraile. May every soft ambrosial gale Sweet odours waft to Doneraile. May no corroding ill prevail To damp the joys of Doneraile. May the Inquisition ne'er impale Or hurt a limb from Doneraile. May Sodom's curse forever fail To hurt and injure Doneraile But may each wish and prayer prevail To crown with peace sweet Doneraile.