SNIPPET: Born in Co. Longford, Michael DOYLE has become a priest, ministering in Camden, NJ. His book, written some yeras ago, is entitled, "It's a Terrible Day, Thanks Be to God." His grandmother, Mary McKenna CREEGAN died in the townland of Drumkeeran, near Cloone, in Co. Leitrim, July 18, 1944. She passed away in her home where she had lived for nearly 60 years, ever since Michael CREEGAN took her as a bride of 23 over the few small fields the separated her family's farm from his own. Together they raised their 13 children - five daughters and eight sons: Matthew, John Francis, Patrick, Michael, Mary Ann, Hugh, Kate, Jimmy, Bridget, Rosetta, Peter, Elizabeth and Terence, between 1886 and 1906. Rosetta, born in 1901, was Michael DOYLE's mother. Mary also tended to hens and chickens, cows, calves, and sows, while her husband worked the land, and his elderly father, Hugh helped with the children. Mary hung her pots of potatoes and porridge on the iron crook that swung like a gate over the hearth fire. Her hands kneaded loaf after loaf of bread and churned the milk of cows into butter . She tattered and carded the fleece from the sheeps' back and her spinning wheel whirred softly .. as the little ones slept, she eased out the wool she would knit to clothe them. Michael DOYLE remembers his grandmother saying she had been the happiest when baking, using a hundred pounds or more of flour a week. She was a woman of prayer and ingenuity, with her stories and her laughter, and the sorrow, too, that had its place in her heart . Before her twins were born in 1903, her firstborn, Matthew, was on a ship leaving Ireland for Ellis Island. He was just the first of eight children who would leave for the U. S. - three returned to stay, three she never saw again, and two she saw only once. Fortunately, she was able to tend to her daughters as they gave birth to her own children. Michael DOYLE wrote in 1994, "Today, as I think of her slipping from this world in a birth to a new, I feel grateful that she was there with her hands and her kindly wisdom when I first saw the light of day." Soft-headed then I slithered on to linen sheets Beneath the dripping roof of thatch My grandmother there with soothing words Knowing well herself, the pain and sweat-wet joy of birth Her own baker 's dozen up and out Five heads of hair she plaited in her time Eight sons she washed and fed There now to welcome me and lend a holy hand She cleaned the wrappings from my face And found the traces of her own. Michael's cousin from home, Maggie CURRAN, who worked in Katie O'Brien's, a restaurant five miles from Camden, reminded Michael DOYLE that Mary "was never bet" - that is, never beaten for a plan. When there was no cradle yet for the infant son of daughter Mary Ann, Mary McKenna CREEGAN laid him on a blanket tucked safely inside a horse's collar by the fire. . -- Excerpts 2004 issue of "Leitrim Guardian" yearly periodical. --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.701 / Virus Database: 458 - Release Date: 6/8/2004

thanks to George of the Irish Heritage newsletter.... Irish Apple Crumble Pastry dough, to fit an 8-inch pie pan 4 medium granny smith apples or red delicious apples, peeled,cored,and coarsely chopped 3/4 cup sugar, plus 1 tablespoon sugar 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon 1/2 cup all purpose flour 4 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened 1. Preheat the oven to 350°F. 2. Line an 8-inch pie pan or heatproof baking dish with the pie dough; prick the dough with the tines of a fork. 3. In a bowl, mix together the apples, ¼ cup of the sugar, and ¼ teaspoon of the cinnamon. 4. In a second bowl, mix together the flour, ½ cup of the sugar, and the unsalted butter; work these ingredients together with a fork until you have a crumbly mixture. 5. Fill the pie crust with the apple mixture and smooth over the surface. 6. Spoon the crumble over the apple mixture so that the apples are completely covered. 7. Sprinkle the remaining tablespoon of sugar and ¼ teaspoon of cinnamon over the crumble. 8. Bake for 25 minutes. -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com All outgoing mail virus free, scanned by Norton

MEMORY LANE: Peter QUINN is the author of 'Banished Children of Eve," a novel about the Irish in NYC during the Civil War. In his personal life he recalls taking a memorable trip back to Ireland with his widowed mother in the 1970s. "... In 1975, the year after my father died, my mother announced she was planning a trip to Ireland. She wanted to visit the places in County Cork that her parents had emigrated from in the 1880s. To describe my mother's decision as unusual is understated. A steadfast Catholic who wouldn't hesitate to identify herself as Irish, she had never shown the slightest interest in exploring the past. Occasionally she expressed the opposite, going beyond a blanket dismissal of questions her children posed about the family history to the active destruction of birth and death records, diaries, newspaper clippings, and the like. 'Excess baggage' was her unadorned explanation. My parents met in 1928, while my mother was a junior in college and my father was working as a civil engineer and attending law school at night. They carried the stamp of the twenties the rest of their lives, or at least of aspects now considered emblematic of the decade. Urbane and stylish, they were wonderful dancers. They loved going to nightclubs and the theater, where they enjoyed everything from the Marx Brothers to Shakespeare. In a photograph from that time, my father bears a resemblance to Jimmy Walker, dapper in a handsome overcoat, derby cocked at a jaunty angle. Like Walker, my father wanted to be a songwriter but was directed willy-nilly into politics. My mother and father weren't exactly Zelda and Scott. The idea of marrying outside the Catholic fold was a nonstarter. Ivy League schools were beyond the pale. Though they enjoyed an evening's jaunt in the downtown cosmopolitan world, their home was uptown, on the ethnic terra firma of the Bronx, whe! re my father made his political career. But they were city people to the bone. Content to rent an apartment rather than own a home, they had an enduring sense that whatever its tensions or temptations, New York was the future, a place safe from the ravages of Prohibition, Fundamentalism, and small-town Republicanism. Inevitably, although it was never spoke about, there must have been a gap between my parents and their parents, tensions, disagreements, disparate expectations. Three of my grandparents were from rural Ireland and had never set foot in a city until they traveled through Cork or Liverpool on their way to America. Even my father's mother, who was American born -- the daughter of immigrants who arrived during the Famine -- spent her early years on the farm where her father worked, on the outskirts of NYC. Yet whatever their arguments involved, they weren't over the relative merits of cities and farms. If there was the slightest nostalgia on my grandparents' part for the land or for the life they knew as tenant farmers, it was neither passed down or not mentioned.... When my mother made her trip to Ireland, she brought along her sister, a granddaughter, and myself. We found the village her father came from, a small forlorn crossroads outside Macroom, in what had been an Irish-speaking area until the early 20th century. 'Greatly shrunk in size and spirit from what it must have been a century ago' is how the parish priest described it to us. The old church had burned fifty years before, and with it the parish records. There wasn't even a faded scrawl on a moldering baptismal registry to connect us to these empty, mist-shrouded fields. My mother and I left the others on the church steps and walked together a short distance down an unpaved road. Nearby was a crumbling concrete barn with a rusted iron roof. There was a radio on. I looked at my mother. I knew she was still deeply grieved by my father's death, and I was afraid the utter absence of any trace of her own father, of a past gone and forever beyond reach, might bring her to tears. The mist was quickly changing to rain. 'We should go back, ' I said. 'Listen,' she said. I heard the quick fluctuations of fiddles coming from the radio, Irish sounds. 'My father sang that tune.' She smiled and lifted her coat above her thin ankles and did a small, graceful jig, the soles of her American shoes gently slapping the ground. It was a step I'd never seen her do before." -- Excerpts, Peter Qinn, 'Farmers No More: From Rural Ireland to the Teeming City,' in "The Irish in America," Coffey and Golway, NY/1997. --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.701 / Virus Database: 458 - Release Date: 6/7/2004

Sounds brilliant. We at this dish at a couple of different pubs during our recent trip to Ireland. It's very good. By the way, at our bed and breakfast, a couple of times, they served porridge with Bailey's Irish Cream, and I've been trying to duplicate it ever since. It was very delicious, and looked quite simple, but I just can't seem to combine the ingredients correctly. Has anybody made this, and could you share some tricks or tips? On 6/26/04 10:49 AM, "ConnorsGenealogy" <nymets11@pacbell.net> wrote: > thanks to George and the Irish Heritage Newsletter... > > Beef in Guinness > serves 4 > > 2-1/2 pounds shin of beef > 2 large onions > 6 medium carrots > 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour (seasoned with salt & pepper) > a little fat or beef dripping > 1 cup Guinness and water mixed > sprig of parsley > > Cut beef into chunks. > Peel and slice the onions and carrots. > Toss the beef in the flour and brown quickly in hot fat. > Remove the beef and fry the onions gently until transparent. > Return the beef and add the carrots and the liquid. > Bring just to a boil, reduce the heat to a very gently simmer, cover > closely and cook for 1-1/2 to 2 hours. > Check so the dish does not dry out, adding more liquid if necessary. > Sprinkle with chopped parsley. > -- We will not forget! www.remember-9-11.com www.ciarancummings.com

In a message dated 6/26/04 6:00:50 PM, IRISH-AMERICAN-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: << http://www.connorsgenealogy.com >> Many thanks for the Naturalization info. THIS time I have printed it off so I won't lose track of it. LZ

Ballyglunin is in Co Galway about four miles from Tuam, and ironpool is about two miles in the oposite direction MO'D >From: Ironpool@aol.com >Reply-To: IRISH-AMERICAN-L@rootsweb.com >To: IRISH-AMERICAN-L@rootsweb.com >Subject: Re: [Irish-American] County Mayo website update >Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2004 09:29:48 EDT > > > Does anyone out there know whereBallygluartorracollin,Ballyglunin??? >I >found this on Passenger sheet for my grandmother and I cannot make out >where it >is. I'm sure the spelling is not right but if you think it sounds or looks >like somewhere you know PLEASE let me know. > > Thanks > > Sandy > > >==== IRISH-AMERICAN Mailing List ==== >The IRISH-AMERICAN Mailing List Website and Lookup Service >http://www.connorsgenealogy.com/IrishAmerican/ >Use this to unsub, change your subscription, links, etc. > _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your e-mail with MSN 8. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail

SNIPPET: In the 1830s, unskilled laborers in America received about a dollar per working day, but a decade later wages had dropped to less than 75 cents, although business boomed. The situation erupted in 1844, when a bitter feud divided Philadelphia's weavers, most of whom toiled at home on commission from merchants. Irish Catholics objected to what they felt were exploitative conditions and went on strike, without the support of Protestant weavers, who continued to work as before. When angry Catholics attacked the home of a Protestant nonstriker, destroying his work and equipment, the struggle took on denominational overtones. In Charlestown, MA, "nativists," believers in the intrinsic inferiority of all immigrants, burned a Catholic convent to the ground. Eventually, the violence cooled, and the strike ended. A similar fate befell Irish immigrants to Canada, of whom there were 90,000 in 1847. Their numbers rose so dramatically that by 1871 Irish Canadians were the most populous ethnic group in every city and major town except French Montreal and Quebec City. This situation was short-lived, however. Prospects were so limited that most of the immigrants migrated again - to the United States. By the 1860s thousands had made this second journey, and the trend continued into the 20th century. (By 1988, only Saint John, the capital of Newfoundland, and Protestant Ontario, known as the "Belfast of America" had large Irish-Canadian communities.) Those who joined the Irish in America found that cities there were bigger, jobs more numerous, and that the U. S was an independent nation, free of British rule. Even so, conditions were grim. Because there were no unions in those days, laborers had no leverage to combat exploitative employers, and the sudden influx of foreigners willing to accept any wage panicked native workers who were already underpaid. In NYC, the main port of entry for newcomers, Irish immigrants took the blame for lowering wages, which declined during these years despite an enormous leap in merchants' profits. The nation at that time was overwhelmingly Protestant, and anti-Catholicism inevitably became the battle cry of political factions. The 1840s and 1850s saw the rise of the American party, whose bland title disguised a policy of discrimination against anyone who was not white, Anglo-Saxon, and Protestant. Popularly called the Know-Nothing party - because its members, when asked about their secret intentions, invariably replied, "I know nothing" - this group singled out Catholics, especially those from Ireland. Less radical Americans also found Catholicism suspect. One reason was that Protestants thought that the church hierarchy, still centered in Rome and presided over by the pope, smacked of the same corruption that had inspired LUTHER's revolt. Just as importantly, the church required that religious loyalty precede national patriotism in the thinking of its members, a priority that intensified the suspicions directed at immigrants who were already perceived as aliens. At first these suspicions were justified. The staunch Irish Catholics who arrived in North America in the 1840s and 1850s believed that governments should be subordinate to the church, that Catholicism was the only true faith, and that all others were sinners if they failed to convert. So narrow a view, at odds with the freethinking principles at the core of American democracy, alarmed a Protestant majority already walled in by distrust. Gradually, however, Irish Americans molded their religious outlook into conformity with the prevailing values of the New World. Without lessening its spiritual loyalty to Rome, the American Catholic church began to adapt to the new moral climate, less out of a desire to placate Protestants than out of necessity. As the rallying point for nearly all Irish Catholics, the churches had no choice but to become all-purpose community centers for immigrants. For Irish Americans, the local church not only offered sanctuary from prejudice; it also helped immigrants ease into the larger society by mediating between Irish traditions and American customs. The parish priest, in particular, became an important symbol. In urban slums and the frontier towns where a few bold immigrants ventured, priests served as educators, healers, and counselors, and also supervised hospitals, asylums, and orphanages, often staffed by Irish nuns. In Europe the ideal priest had been a monastic figure devoted to the spiritual side of his calling, someone to be revered because he had renounced the temptations that brought about the downfall of lesser men. But in America a new kind of priest was emerging, equally chaste but more worldly, even activist, someone who could fend for himself on a dangerous street corner or a rough western outpost, who could stand up to a bully and also invoke the lessons of Christian brotherhood. -- Excerpts, "The Irish Americans," J. F. Watts/1988 --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.701 / Virus Database: 458 - Release Date: 6/7/2004

thanks to George and the Irish Heritage Newsletter... Beef in Guinness serves 4 2-1/2 pounds shin of beef 2 large onions 6 medium carrots 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour (seasoned with salt & pepper) a little fat or beef dripping 1 cup Guinness and water mixed sprig of parsley Cut beef into chunks. Peel and slice the onions and carrots. Toss the beef in the flour and brown quickly in hot fat. Remove the beef and fry the onions gently until transparent. Return the beef and add the carrots and the liquid. Bring just to a boil, reduce the heat to a very gently simmer, cover closely and cook for 1-1/2 to 2 hours. Check so the dish does not dry out, adding more liquid if necessary. Sprinkle with chopped parsley. -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com All outgoing mail virus free, scanned by Norton

Does anyone out there know whereBallygluartorracollin,Ballyglunin??? I found this on Passenger sheet for my grandmother and I cannot make out where it is. I'm sure the spelling is not right but if you think it sounds or looks like somewhere you know PLEASE let me know. Thanks Sandy

> > >Does anyone out there know whereBallygluartorracollin,Ballyglunin??? > There is an excellent website that lists all the town(land)s listed in the Ireland 1851 census from the Townland 1851 Index (book): http://www.seanruad.com In their search engine, you can put the beginning of the name that looks the same 'Ballyglu' in and you will then get a list of town(land)s that start the same. There is a choice to the right of where you put in your townland name, choose 'At BEGINNING of the field"....also remember to capitalize the first letter of the townland name, of you won't get any results. If you don't get any results, you can play with the spelling you have. Good luck -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com All outgoing mail virus free, scanned by Norton

> > >Can someone set me straight on the time that had to elapse before an emigrant could start proceedings for Naturalization in the late 1840's and early 1850's.? > Here is a website that will show you the laws and you will see depending on the date, residence requirements have changed over time. This site also remarks on the citizenship process and how women were effected by naturalization. http://www.rootsweb.com/~nynewyo2/naturalization/ -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com All outgoing mail virus free, scanned by Norton

Can someone set me straight on the time that had to elapse before an emigrant could start proceedings for Naturalization in the late 1840's and early 1850's.? LoisZ

> > >I would like to see Swinford added soon. I just got back from Ireland and spent 5 days in and around Swinford with my aunts and my cousins. If you would like pictures just ask and I'll send them > I have put your email in my Mayo Website folder and will add Swinford with my update of the website next month. If you have pictures you would like to send, send them off list attached to an email, no more than three to an email. In the email give a brief description of each picture and don't forget to identify the town(land) where it was taken (and the county since I do a number of county sites). -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com All outgoing mail virus free, scanned by Norton

Dear Pat, The site looks great. I would like to see Swinford added soon. I just got back from Ireland and spent 5 days in and around Swinford with my aunts and my cousins. If you would like pictures just ask and I'll send them. I also have a few nice pictures of Ballina and one in Kilalla and a few in Cong. What a trip! Kathleen Brennan Mammoser Researching BRENNAN and BRETT in Co. SLIGO>CHICAGO and BRENNAN, GALLAGHER and KENNEDY in Co. MAYO>CHICAGO

I am sorry to inform you that the information I gave you a couple of days ago was not completely correct. Yes, if you live in NY you can get a library card from the NYPL and be able to access many of their databases from your home computer but Ancestry.com is not one of them. A very nice person in NY went to the library and checked and was told this. The website is a bit confusing and I didn't check it out fully before passing on the information. Sorry for any problems I may have caused. -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com All outgoing mail virus free, scanned by Norton

In a message dated 6/24/04 7:12:20 PM Eastern Daylight Time, nymets11@pacbell.net writes: This month I took over responsibilities for the Ireland GenWeb County Mayo website and have re-organized it. It now has a section for town(land)s. I plan to get webpages up for That was very decent of you. Go raibh maith agat.

This month I took over responsibilities for the Ireland GenWeb County Mayo website and have re-organized it. It now has a section for town(land)s. I plan to get webpages up for as many town(land)s as possible. So far I have added the following town pages to the website: Aghagower, Balla, Ballaghaderreen, Ballina, Ballindine, Ballinrobe, Ballycastle, Ballyhaunis, Bellavary, Belmullet, Binghamstown, Bundorragha, Carrowmore, Castlebar, Clare, Cong, Foxford, Hollymount, Keeloges, Louisburgh, Rathgranagher and Termoncarragh. Each town(land) page gives info on RC church records available and their LDS film number, plus the film numbers for the Tithe Applotments and Griffiths Valuation for the town(land)....if you have pictures, surnames, links, databases for any of these townland pages, I would be happy to get them on these pages if you send them to me off line. If you have a town(land) that you would like me to add next month when I do my next update, email me off line. -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com All outgoing mail virus free, scanned by Norton

From GRAMMUDDER for Ann McCardy Murphy 1943. You hummed "Over There" absently, but another war throbbed in memory. You poured Irish tea into white enamel cups steaming pale rinds of smoke into casks of afternoon silence. I ate scones and heard pipers, Robert Emmett's last speech on the dock. Fenians, republicans lined up, your brother Jack beaten with a horse crop, bleeding in his own velvet fields, the brocade lands of Mullingar. Your stories held onto that world, useless as the blind collie sleeping at your feet. You gave us stories like hidden tongues that might speak later on, might wake a partisan heart. I have always remained Irish, missing something I cannot name. It has given me an edge. -- Renny Golden, from "The Next Parish Over," ed. Patricia Monaghan, pub. New York Rivers Press. --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.701 / Virus Database: 458 - Release Date: 6/7/2004

LINES ON THE BACK OF A CONFEDERATE NOTE Representing nothing on God's earth now, And naught in the waters below it, As the pledge of a nation that's dead and gone, Keep it, dear friends, and show it. Show it to those who will lend an ear To the tale that this trifle can tell, Of a liberty born of a patriot's dream, Of a storm-cradled nation that fell. Too poor to posses the precious ores, And too much of a stranger to borrow, We issued today our promise to pay And hoped to redeem on the morrow. The days rolled by and the weeks became years, But our coffers were empty still. Coin was so rare that the treasury'd quake If a dollar dropped into the till. But the faith that was in us was strong indeed, And our poverty well we discerned, And this little note represented the pay That our suffering veterans earned. They knew it had hardly a value in gold, Yet as gold each soldier received it. It gazed in our eyes with a promise to pay, And every true soldier believed it. But our boys thought little of price or of pay, Or of bills that were long past due; We knew if it brought us our bread today, 'Twas the best our poor country could do. Keep it; it tells all our history over, From the birth of the dream to its last: Modest and born of the Angel of Hope, Like our hope of success it has passed. -- Major Samuel Alroy Jonas, in "The Best Loved Poems of the American People," ed. Hazel Felleman/Doubleday/1936. Although 144,000 Irish served in the Union army in the American Civil War, 30,000 Irish also served in the Confederacy. --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.701 / Virus Database: 458 - Release Date: 6/7/2004

I have transcribed the Ireland Birth Index 1876 for the following surnames (and their variant spellings): O'Connor, Flynn, Campbell and McEntee. I have posted the information on line on my website. You can find the info by going to the URL below my name. On my homepage, at the top, you will find the links under Surnames. -- Pat Connors, Sacramento CA http://www.connorsgenealogy.com All outgoing mail virus free, scanned by Norton