BOOK REVIEWS: 1. "Donegal Fairy Stories," by Seamus MacMANUS, ed. by Joseph A. GREENLEAF (Swordpoint Intercontinental Ltd, Malin Head, Co. Donegal, ISBN 0-944530-0-X, p/b 8.99 euros). In 1900, aged 30, Seamus MacMANUS wrote down, in English, the folktales he heard in Donegal, in Irish, before he emigrated to the USA. That same year, the American publishers Doubleday Page and Co. published the stories, with illustrations in the manner of the times, by Frank VERBECK. In this new edition, the original drawings, digitally enhanced and restored are used and the text is lightly edited, removing some archaic words and sentence structures. You have to read them out loud, of course -- "Once on a time there was a King an Queen in Ireland and they had one son named Jack...." Easier to understand and the cover has an illustration of a beautiful fairy in a field of flowers, a dolmen in the background. 2. "A Companion to the Causeway Coast Way, A Comprehensive Guide to the Walk from Portstewart to Ballycastle," by Philip S. WATSON, "The Blackstaff Press, p/b. Per review, a lot of thought has gone into the physical construction of this book, its cover, paper and binding, so as to present a huge amount of information, maps and illustrations, all in full colour as well as elegantly as possible. Ports, ships, seabirds, trams, mines, quarries, causeways, bridges, castles, myths and legends are placed as sweetly as flowers in a summer meadow between Portstewart, Portrush, Portballintrae, Ballintoy and Ballycastle. The effect is irresistible. 3. "The Hook Peninsula," by Billy COLFER, Cork University Press, large format h/b. This is the second volume of a splendid series which expands and builds on the "The Atlas Of The Irish Rural Landscape," pub. 1997. In Billy COLFER's book the subject is the relationship between landscape and nature and culture, in a small wonderfully rich and varied neck of land on the Wexford coast. There is an eye for detail and an intuitive understanding of the place and its people backed up by a wealth of knowledge and scholarship. Billy COLFER loves the Hook peninsula and his affection shines on every page. The many illustrations are carefully chosen and beautifully reproduced. Many contemporary drawings and photographs are the author's own work. The Hook, one way and another, has been celebrated by the likes of Edmund SPENSER in "The Faerie Queen," and by Nobel Laureate Seamus HEANEY in his poem "The Peninsula." Billy COLFER can hold his head high in such grand company. 4. "He Lived With A Mountain," by John McGOURTY, "Flo' Publishing, 86 Park View, Wembley, Middlesex HA9 6JX, England, ISBN 0-9544658, p.b. 15 pounds. "It was a lovely, sunny, September evening, and the clean, cleared fields showed that the farmers had gathered in all their hay and silage for the winter feeding. As I came through the cutting in Nutley's Hill, Cuilcagh slowly reveled itself seated there in all its majesty, like an ancient god..... " A story about a beautiful and remote land on the Fermanagh border. Hardship endured by children of nine and ten foddering sheep in winter, digging drains and roads. Their story, John's story, is extraordinary. Read this book for the words of half-remembered rhymes, for an account of times and experiences half-forgotten or maybe, luckily, never encountered, for a life punctuated by the snows of 1947, the sinking of the Princess Victoria, Down's All-Ireland victory, Queen Elizabeth's coronation, leaving home for joy, for l! ove of family and friends. 5. "Providence My Guide, The Heroic Force in The Knock Shrine Story," by Dame Judy COYNE, Mercier Press, p/b. Privileged, well-off, young, beautiful, Judy COYNE, and her husband Liam, just returned from a Paris honeymoon, arranged to meet some friends in the relatively littlie known town of Knock, Co. Mayo in 1929. Inspired by the experience, they founded the Knock Shrine Society in 1935 and embarked with dozens of devoted colleagues, friends and neighbours on a life-long adventure. That Knock is now an important Christian place of pilgrimage, receiving more than 1-1/2 million visitors in a single year is in no small measure due to this intrepid lady. This is an interesting, indeed unique, account of the development of the pilgrimage, illustrated with photographs from a private collection. 6. "Lady Icarus, The Life of Irish Aviator Lady Mary HEATH," by Lindie NAUGHTON, Ashfield Press/30 Linden Grove, Blackrock, Co. Dublin, p.b. The life of Sophia Theresa Catherine Mary PIERCE, later Lady Mary HEATH, later Mrs. Mary WILLIAMS was quite extraordinary. Born in Newcastle West in Ireland in 1896, she died in an accident while travelling by tram in London in 1939, not quite 43 years of age. She qualified as an Associate of the Royal College of Science in Ireland and conducted a successful career in athletics at an international level until 1925. A recognised and published authority on exercise and athletics for women, she was also a pioneer pilot, gaining her private licence in 1925. Brain surgery was necessitated by a serious accident she suffered when flying in preparation for the American National Air Races in Cleveland in 1929 .... She deserves to be rescued from oblivion and we are indebted to Lindie NAUGHTON for this book.

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SNIPPET: In the June 1998 issue of "Best of British, Past & Present," there are photos of a pretty, perky grandmother, Ms. Poppy (Collins) BUTCHER, who has amassed an unusual collection of women's wartime uniforms. (Her name, Poppy, was chosen because she was born on Remembrance Day). Not only does she still have her original ARP greatcoat, which still fits her, but she has also amassed a collection of 1940s fashions, from a stylish original crepe frock and seamed silk stockings, to complete ATS, WRNS, WAAF, Red Cross and Land Army uniforms, right down to the undergarments. In fact, Poppy may have the largest personal collection of its kind. She said, "It is possibly the only one where every item can be worn by the owner. Women tended to be more petite 50 years ago, and luckily I am quite small." She joined the ARP in 1944, and there began her passion for the fashions of the era. "It was getting near the end of the war, and by then there were very few alerts," she said. "But! I loved the overcoat. It was so heavy and warm, and modern coats seem flimsy by comparison." Poppy did not become a serious collector until she and her husband John, who was a member of the Home Guard until he was old enough to join the RAF, retired. "We bought a Second World War Jeep and started to go to military vehicle and memorabilia shows," she said. "I saw some ARP uniforms and noticed an overcoat like mine, so I bought a hat to go with it, then a skirt. By then the bug had bitten and gradually I started to piece other uniforms together. When you see something you want to complete an outfit, you feel to have got to have it. I paid 70 pounds for a WAAF cap, because you so rarely see them. Air Force and Navy uniforms are the most difficult to come by. They always looked smart and they adapted quite well to civilian life once the war was over, so usually they were worn until they fell apart, " said Poppy, who frequently wears her outfits at parades, theme parties and ev! en on the occasional film set as an extra. What makes this grandmother of five so fascinated by the fashions of the 1940s? "It's a nostalgia thing," she said. "Everybody has fond memories of the clothes that were around during their teenage years, and mine happened to coincide with the war, but they are classic designs, well made and still very wearable."

SNIPPET: Readers shared their thoughts about Ireland in the Jan-Feb 2005 issue of Dublin's "Ireland of the Welcomes" magazine: Paddy SAVAGE, Evanston, IL wrote: "As a long time reader and fan of your magazine, it was a pleasure to read the Sept-Oct 2004 'Byways rather than Highways' on the Contrasts of Clare. My grandmother, Kitty LOUGHNANE, was born in Feakle, a village I have visited many times over the years. My cousins, Sean NUGENT and family, live in Scarriff and many of my cousins still live in and around Feakle. The pub that Mr. MORIARTY says to turn right after is probably PEPPERS' Pub which is a local favourite. East Clare is a wonderful part of Ireland. I would encourage all your readers to visit." Margaret THOMPSON, Louth, Lincolnshire, England shared: "I would like your readers to know that your lovely magazine does not only travel across the Atlantic, but it also reaches much nearer home in Great Britain. I have been a subscriber ever since I bought my little piece of escapism -- a house in Co . Kerry, some 15 years ago. My friends often ask wouldn't I rather have a place in the sun -- but they haven't experienced the views of Carrantoohil from my lounge window or watched the ever-changing colours of the sky, or even the rain clouds racing in from the Atlantic. Last summer I invited three friends to fly over and stay with me. Unfortunately they were unable to get flights into Kerry Airport, which was a bit annoying since it is only a twelve mile drive from my house, however, they flew into Cork Airport and I met them there. I had forgotten about the Sculpture Road, although I had read Jo KERRIGAN's article on it earlier last year, but I had filed the copy away! somewhere safe (mislaid!), so it was a surprise to see these works of art on the road. As we drove back from Cork the sun was shining brightly and suddenly we came upon the magnificent sculpture of the unicorn up high on a hill, reared up on its hind legs with a clear blue sky with the majestic mountains behind it -- this was a truly magical sight! I think it was that vision that touched our holiday with some inexplicable quality. We had not met together since we were at college almost 40 years ago! We had a great holiday, as I showed them around my favourite part of 'The Kingdom' - cramming in as much as possible into a week. They returned to England with wonderful memories of cloudless skies over Dingle and the Ring of Kerry. Congratulations on producing a magazine which appeals to all with those aspirations to visit Ireland - there is always something of interest." Sharon Mooney MALINOWSKI, Detroit, MI, penned: "I would like to thank you, because I have consistently enjoyed "IOTW" for what must be over 40 years now. When I was finally able to visit Ireland in September 2000, I experienced such a sense of real homecoming; I knew immediately that Ireland was where part of me belonged and would always return. And with each new issue of your magnificent magazine, I renew my vow to write and express my gratitude for so many hours of pure transport. As a result of your Sept-Oct 2004 issue, I must finally make good on that vow. Such a pleasant surprise to read about the 'Slow Food' movement in Ireland and so many familiar faces and places among the photographs. In 2003, I enrolled in Darina ALLEN's three-month cookery course at her Ballymaloe Cookery School. What an inspiration she continues to be - not only were the recipes foolproof (...well, almost), but after cooking with all that farm-fresh produce, herbs, locally produced cheese ! and meat, free-range eggs, that wonderful Irish butter and cream, and Frank HEDERMAN's smoked wild Irish salmon, I returned home one of her devoted disciples. Since I might never realise my dream of actually living in Ireland, I am creating a little bit of Ireland here. My husband and I are opening an Irish restaurant and pub in Corktown, a historic neighbourhood in Detroit, Michigan, which was settled by Irish immigrants in the early 1840s. Baile Corcaigh will feature the traditional Irish fare I learned to prepare at Ballymaloe, using only the best of seasonal ingredients, locally and organically produced whenever possible, simply prepared, and always invoking Darina's dynamic spirit, and her very talented staff. And here's to another forty years of treasure from your unique magazine." (Note, after receiving her letter, the editor sent her a copy of 'Deliciously Irish' by Viki PIDGEON). Julie and Wayne GLEESON, Hurstville, New South Wales, Australia wrote: "We have recently returned from our third trip to Ireland and UK in three years. Our trip was unfortunately cut short from 14 weeks to 5 weeks due to my father in Sydney suffering a stroke. Sadly, our planned itinerary of nine weeks in Ireland was reduced to five hectic days in Dublin. We stayed in an apartment right on the Liffey which was a fantastic location and so central to everything. Dublin is our favourite city after Sydney and we never tire of walking the streets day or night. We found it amazing that at 11 p.m. on a Wednesday night there is still so much traffic and life in the city. We were undecided about our views on The Spire but seeing it at night made us feel it fitted into O'Connell Street perfectly but unobtrusively. Although our tour of the rest of the country had to be abandoned, some of the fully paid for accommodation has been refunded to us and we were also able to obtain re! funds to Riverdance and the CORRs. The staff at Dublin Airport were most helpful in assisting us to return home quickly when they heard of our plight. My father is still recovering but we have our fingers crossed. We look forward to being able to return to Ireland to complete our trip in the future; meaning we will continue to read "IOTW" as a substitute."

A SALUTATION High-hearted Surrey! I do love your ways, Venturous, frank, romantic, vehement, All with inviolate honor sealed and blent, To the axe-edge that cleft your soldier-bays: I love your youth, your friendships, whims, and frays; Your strict, sweet verse, with its imperious bent, Heard as in dreams from some old harper's tent, And stirring in the listener's brain for days. Good father-poet! if to-night there be At Framlingham none save the north-wind's sighs, No guard but moonlight's crossed and trailing spears, Smile yet upon the pilgrim named like me, Close at your gates, whose fond and weary eyes Sought not one other down three hundred years! -- Louise Imogen GUINEY

SNIPPET: Per an article in Mar-April 1988 issue of "Ireland of the Welcomes" magazine published in Dublin -- Fourteen years earlier, in the townland of Eden, Co. Leitrim, near the village of Rossinver, Rod ALSTON had purchased a cottage with 21 acres of thin soil with its sticky muds and clays that had "broken the farming hearts" of local generations. Over time, and with the help of business partner, Dolores KEEGAN, Rod managed to coax the soil into a virtual "Garden of Eden" - their fine and comprehensive herb garden making the bumblebees of Rossinver drunk with its myriad wonders, flowers and plants of all descriptions and hues. Better still, Eden had became a commercial enterprise backboned by a soaring demand for its premium quality organic vegetables and more than 100 herbs. The dark-haired, bearded man from Manchester, England, with a political science degree somewhere in a drawer, and the pretty flame-haired girl from Dublin who got her horticulture degree in Dublin's famed Botanical Gardens, created a kind of plant paradise. Photos and an article by Cormac MacCONNELL, correspondent of "The Irish Press," appeared in the Mar-April 1988 issue of Dublin's "Ireland of the Welcomes magazine." Midst their paradise of plants, Rod ALSTON attended to the dairy side of the business, as well. "On a summer evening,' said Rod contentedly, 'the herbs especially create a magnificent fragrance all around the garden. It is quite an experience to be out there when the sun goes down' - the air redolent with parsley, sage, rosemary and many different varieties of thyme ... Tansy (not just a herb, but a delousing agent for animals), piquant Spearmint, the Garlic Chive herb, the Eau-de-Cologne herb, Teasel and Red Raripila, etc. At the time the article was written there was a high demand for their produce. In fact, they could scarcely cope with the demand - both mail order and local - and a restaurant in the region was buying courgette flowers to stuff with lobster mousse. So, per the author, when the churnbutter sun slides down over Eden each evening to set in the warm translucence of Lough Melvin shimmering below, it passes over no less than two and a half tilled acres. Using organic techniques only, together with polythene tunnels, the hardworking pair was producing a wide range of commercial vegetables. "We started a North Leitrim Vegetable Growers Association all those years ago. Initially, we sold out on the street, but now we have good premises in Manorhamilton. About half of our produce is sold there, and the rest through other outlets. In 1988, The Garden of Eden near Rossinver was producing four varieties of lettuce alone. They said the work was hard but satisfying - it was keeping them almost self-sufficient. "We have goats, hens, geese, ducks, cows and, accordingly, goat's cheese, free-range eggs. With their green fingers, the man from Manchester and the woman from Dublin had also carefully tended to an old staggering Bramley apple tree with its beautiful but bitter fruit. They refreshed and revived it, set it sturdily upright, until once more its blossoms were flaunting themselves over the herb garden. And Dolores KEEGAN, with her culinary skills, was doing wondrous things with the big cooking apples in tarts and flans that should - there in Eden - almost be regarded as forbidden fruit.

Coleen -- A terrific way to find specific information on your families is to contact the county historical society in the USA county in which your family lived for a period of time, offer them a donation for their help in locating wills, land records, other court records, b/m/d extracts, marriage applications (sometimes with info. on parents of the bride and groom!), cemetery records, newspaper clippings, etc., etc. I have done this inexpensively and with great success with some of my families who lived in a particular USA county for several years. These historical society members are very interested in, knowledgeable about, "their" county's history and resources. You can also subscribe to their interesting county history publications with an every-name index in their winter issues. If you ask them for help, they can check all their old issues for instances of your surnames. They also have access to old maps with names of homesteaders. Moreover, they can provide you with the names of published works on county history, the Civil War, etc., they believe to be especially useful to researchers. To my surprise, and because they were early settlers, I found two pages on one of my humble farmer families in an old IN county history book in my local library. Following families on serial USA Federal Censuses provides researchers with much information. The 1930 USA Federal Census often provides more specifics on where each individual was born and where each parent was born than in past census years. Jean xx ----- Original Message ----- From: "Coleen Coleman" <wyoeagle@webtv.net> To: <IRISH-IN-UK-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, March 17, 2006 2:26 PM Subject: [UK-Irish] HYLAND > John HYLAND born circa 1830's married > Urquhart? Shaw? MacQueen? Dwyer? > circa 1850's. Coming here to the US > settled in McLean Co IL USA circa > 1860. Eldest daughter Elizabeth born > 1860. Anyone know this family. They > also had 5 other children including my > Great-Grandmother Mary married > Millard Filmore COLEMAN my dads' > grandfather. Thank you so much in > advance. Was said John born Dublin? > Mary born Scotland? >

Hi Jean Another lovely poem Thanks Gilly Gill ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jean R." <jeanrice@cet.com> To: <IRISH-IN-UK-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, March 24, 2006 6:45 AM Subject: [UK-Irish] Katharine TYNAN -- "Blind Country" > BLIND COUNTRY > > Ah, love, the skies were always raining > The wind was crying through the day > Like a grieved heart that goes complaining > And finds no other thing to say > Sad-foot the sparrow went and starling, > The robin's breast was washed of red > A thrush was singing to his darling > No violet in the garden-bed. > > Ah, love, but you and I together > Built bowers of blossoms in the South, > And Summer in the Wintry weather, > And songs, like honey in the mouth -- > Ah, love, our Eden worth the gaining > Where never a jewelled snake might be, > In a green land of wind and raining > Between the ocean and the sea! > > -- Katharine TYNAN was born in Dublin in 1861 and lived in both Ireland > and London. She married Henry Albert HINKSON, a lawyer and novelist. > Katharine authored more than 100 novels, several books of poety and a > five-volume autobiography > > > ==== IRISH-IN-UK Mailing List ==== > To unsub or change your subscription: > http://lists.rootsweb.com/index/other/Ethnic-Irish/IRISH-IN-UK.html > > ============================== > Search the US Census Collection. Over 140 million records added in the > last 12 months. Largest online collection in the world. Learn more: > http://www.ancestry.com/s13965/rd.ashx > >

Thanks to George of the Irish Heritage Newsletter: Dublin Coddle 8 (1/4 inch thick) ham or bacon slices 1kg/ 2 lbs Potatoes, peeled and sliced 4 large onions 8 pork sausages 4 tablespoonsful chopped parsley salt and pepper Method: Boil the bacon or ham (cut in large chunks)and the sausages in boiling water for 5 minutes. Drain but keep the liquid. Put the meat into a heatproof oven dish, with the thinly sliced onion, potatoes and the chopped parsley. Season., and add enough stock to barely cover. Lay greaseproof paper on top and put on the lid. Cook in a mod oven 200F/Gas for about an hour until the liquid is reduced by half, and all ingredients are cooked. Serve hot with soda bread. -- Pat Connors, currently visiting Port Charlotte FL http://www.connorsgenealogy.com

BLIND COUNTRY Ah, love, the skies were always raining The wind was crying through the day Like a grieved heart that goes complaining And finds no other thing to say Sad-foot the sparrow went and starling, The robin's breast was washed of red A thrush was singing to his darling No violet in the garden-bed. Ah, love, but you and I together Built bowers of blossoms in the South, And Summer in the Wintry weather, And songs, like honey in the mouth -- Ah, love, our Eden worth the gaining Where never a jewelled snake might be, In a green land of wind and raining Between the ocean and the sea! -- Katharine TYNAN was born in Dublin in 1861 and lived in both Ireland and London. She married Henry Albert HINKSON, a lawyer and novelist. Katharine authored more than 100 novels, several books of poety and a five-volume autobiography

I was reading an Irish Newspaper during the past week and noted a small article about our green planet on St Pats day about the Irish in Argentina . I was aware of an Irish presence in the country besides a Welsh presence in Patagonia I did not appreciate that Argentina is the home of a 500000 Irish Diaspora which is impressive in a non English speaking country. The paper reported up to 20000 revellers took to the streets of Buenos Aires on St Pats day. Two very famous people the rebel fighter Che Guevara whose family is in reality Lynch and W Brown from Foxford Co Mayo who founded the Argentine Navy and to this day in Argentine is a hero for winning an important naval war against Brazil and expelling the Spanish from the region of Buenos Aires are both very much associated with this community. This prompted me to do a little investigation and I have learned the following which maybe of interest to fellow listers.The Irish have had a presence in the European colonies of South America through the Irish Colleges in Catholic Europe from the 16th Century. The first Irish to arrive in Argentina was around the period 1520 on Voyages of exploration with the Spanish. Amongst the founders of Buenos Aires were Irish family names of Coleman Galvan Farrell and Lucas. In the 17th Century followed the O Gormans and O Briens who are believed to have responsible the Argentina beef industry of today. They recruited hundred of butchers and tanners as skilled labour from Ireland. Merchants of note from the 18th Century are listed as the Lynches Ryan's Butlers Dogan and Cullen. The British Navy invaded the River Plate area with soldiers during this period with soldiers mainly from Mullingar and Athlone. The majority deserted to the Argentine side and went to work on the vast estates which had a big impact on the growth of the Argentine beef Industry. From around the 1820 period onwards about 40000 people emigrated to Argentina many of them from Westmeath and formed what is now an unique Irish community who speak English with an Irish accent. Incidentally the Irish International Rugby team play Argentina quite regularly and some Argentina players play with Irish clubs on the top European League. Ciaran Colgan

Hello everyone I am new to this list and wondered if anyone knows of a free website for tracing a Mary Jane Heeney, born approx 1842 in Armagh. From "Ancestry" I have her unmarried on the 1871 census in Paddington Workhouse where she had my gg grandfather and then she vanishes. Every following census he is with a different family. Can anyone point me in the right direction? Best wishes Sarah

"The Fields of Athenry" is just one of maybe a hundred or so songs written by Pete St. John. A lot of people are under the illusion that it was written during the Famine times or just after, but it wasn't, it was only written in 1984/5. Pete St. John is still alive and kicking here in Ireland and has some great songs to his credit amongst them is another great "old" Classic, "The Rare Oul Times" originally recorded by the Dublin City Ramblers in 1978. For the people in the States, Pete has a representative there for his music including his 911 Tribute song, contact Kieron Mooney at kmooney614@aol.com Thanks to Pete we can all have a good cry over our homeland when we're away. He's a Gentleman in real life and has time for fundraising for one of my own causes, Diabetes Research and is a director of the Beaumont Foundation from Beaumont Hospital here in Dublin. In my eyes he is a legend in his own lifetime. Songs of his will live forever in the memory of the Irish People just like that late lamented neighbour of mine P J Mc.Call who wrote that famous Wexford anthem Boolavogue. Long may he reign in the Irish Music world. slan Cyril Newsome Loch Garman ----- Original Message ----- From: "Gill Smith" <gilliandavies@lineone.net> To: <IRISH-IN-UK-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, March 18, 2006 6:59 AM Subject: Re: [UK-Irish] The Fields of Athenry > And to you too > > I always feel really sad when I hear this - but some of the poor souls got > through it and here we are to tell the tale!! > > All the Best > > Gill > N Wales > > > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "CIARAN COLGAN" <chggf@btinternet.com> > To: <IRISH-IN-UK-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Friday, March 17, 2006 10:38 PM > Subject: [UK-Irish] The Fields of Athenry > > > >I would like to share this song with you on this St Patrick's day which has > >become an unofficial anthem of Irish sporting fans and nation at home and > >around the world. It is entrenched in the Irish psyche and now classified > >as a great sporting anthem. > > > > It strikes a cord I think against adversity as one does not always reach > > the promised land but one will die trying and > > singing until one is hoarse. As you may or may not know Irish wars were > > merry and the songs sad. > > > > This great ballad is sung where ever Irish sport fans gather be it on the > > terraces of Celtic Park in Glasgow to Lansdowne Road in Dublin to Thomand > > park in Limerick and all the great sporting venues of Europe where ever > > the Irish National Rugby Team turns up be it Melbourne Auckland Rome Paris > > Twickenham and last week when over 30OOO people in the freezing weather > > sung the Anthem at Trafalgar Square at the conclusion of the St Pats > > Festival > > > > Here it is and enjoy and maybe have a go. It is very effective with a > > group of people. > > > > By a lonely prison wall > > I heard the young girl calling > > Michael they have taken you away > > For you stole Trevelyns corn > > So the young might see the morn > > Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay > > > > Chorus > > > > Low lie the Fields Of Athenry > > Where once we watched the small freebirds fly > > Our Love was on the wing > > We had dreams and songs to sing > > It is so lonely round the fields of Athenry > > > > Chorus > > > > By a lonely prison wall > > I heard a young man calling > > Nothing matters Mary when you are free > > Against the famine and the Crown > > I rebelled they cut me down > > Now you must raise our child with dignity > > > > Chorus > > > > By a lonely harbour wall > > She watched the last star falling > > As the prison ship sailed out against the sky > > For she'll live in hope and pray > > For her love in Botany Bay > > It is so lonely round the fields of Athenry > > > > > > Chorus > > > > It is about a young mans struggle to feed his wife and child during the > > famine. Lord Tevelyn brought a supply of corn form the States. It was > > useless Indian corn. People were so desperate they stole the corn and > > were deported to Australia never to see their families again. > > > > Happy St Patrick's Day everyone > > > > > > If you are a Colgan From Mayo Ireland please contact me. > > > > > > Ciaran Colgan > > chggf@btinternet.com > > > > > > > > > > ==== IRISH-IN-UK Mailing List ==== > > To unsub or change your subscription: > > http://lists.rootsweb.com/index/other/Ethnic-Irish/IRISH-IN-UK.html > > > > ============================== > > Jumpstart your genealogy with OneWorldTree. Search not only for > > ancestors, but entire generations. Learn more: > > http://www.ancestry.com/s13972/rd.ashx > > > > > > > ==== IRISH-IN-UK Mailing List ==== > To unsub or change your subscription: > http://lists.rootsweb.com/index/other/Ethnic-Irish/IRISH-IN-UK.html > > ============================== > Search the US Census Collection. Over 140 million records added in the > last 12 months. Largest online collection in the world. Learn more: http://www.ancestry.com/s13965/rd.ashx > > >

And to you too I always feel really sad when I hear this - but some of the poor souls got through it and here we are to tell the tale!! All the Best Gill N Wales ----- Original Message ----- From: "CIARAN COLGAN" <chggf@btinternet.com> To: <IRISH-IN-UK-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, March 17, 2006 10:38 PM Subject: [UK-Irish] The Fields of Athenry >I would like to share this song with you on this St Patrick's day which has >become an unofficial anthem of Irish sporting fans and nation at home and >around the world. It is entrenched in the Irish psyche and now classified >as a great sporting anthem. > > It strikes a cord I think against adversity as one does not always reach > the promised land but one will die trying and > singing until one is hoarse. As you may or may not know Irish wars were > merry and the songs sad. > > This great ballad is sung where ever Irish sport fans gather be it on the > terraces of Celtic Park in Glasgow to Lansdowne Road in Dublin to Thomand > park in Limerick and all the great sporting venues of Europe where ever > the Irish National Rugby Team turns up be it Melbourne Auckland Rome Paris > Twickenham and last week when over 30OOO people in the freezing weather > sung the Anthem at Trafalgar Square at the conclusion of the St Pats > Festival > > Here it is and enjoy and maybe have a go. It is very effective with a > group of people. > > By a lonely prison wall > I heard the young girl calling > Michael they have taken you away > For you stole Trevelyns corn > So the young might see the morn > Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay > > Chorus > > Low lie the Fields Of Athenry > Where once we watched the small freebirds fly > Our Love was on the wing > We had dreams and songs to sing > It is so lonely round the fields of Athenry > > Chorus > > By a lonely prison wall > I heard a young man calling > Nothing matters Mary when you are free > Against the famine and the Crown > I rebelled they cut me down > Now you must raise our child with dignity > > Chorus > > By a lonely harbour wall > She watched the last star falling > As the prison ship sailed out against the sky > For she'll live in hope and pray > For her love in Botany Bay > It is so lonely round the fields of Athenry > > > Chorus > > It is about a young mans struggle to feed his wife and child during the > famine. Lord Tevelyn brought a supply of corn form the States. It was > useless Indian corn. People were so desperate they stole the corn and > were deported to Australia never to see their families again. > > Happy St Patrick's Day everyone > > > If you are a Colgan From Mayo Ireland please contact me. > > > Ciaran Colgan > chggf@btinternet.com > > > > > ==== IRISH-IN-UK Mailing List ==== > To unsub or change your subscription: > http://lists.rootsweb.com/index/other/Ethnic-Irish/IRISH-IN-UK.html > > ============================== > Jumpstart your genealogy with OneWorldTree. Search not only for > ancestors, but entire generations. Learn more: > http://www.ancestry.com/s13972/rd.ashx > >

I would like to share this song with you on this St Patrick's day which has become an unofficial anthem of Irish sporting fans and nation at home and around the world. It is entrenched in the Irish psyche and now classified as a great sporting anthem. It strikes a cord I think against adversity as one does not always reach the promised land but one will die trying and singing until one is hoarse. As you may or may not know Irish wars were merry and the songs sad. This great ballad is sung where ever Irish sport fans gather be it on the terraces of Celtic Park in Glasgow to Lansdowne Road in Dublin to Thomand park in Limerick and all the great sporting venues of Europe where ever the Irish National Rugby Team turns up be it Melbourne Auckland Rome Paris Twickenham and last week when over 30OOO people in the freezing weather sung the Anthem at Trafalgar Square at the conclusion of the St Pats Festival Here it is and enjoy and maybe have a go. It is very effective with a group of people. By a lonely prison wall I heard the young girl calling Michael they have taken you away For you stole Trevelyns corn So the young might see the morn Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay Chorus Low lie the Fields Of Athenry Where once we watched the small freebirds fly Our Love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing It is so lonely round the fields of Athenry Chorus By a lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling Nothing matters Mary when you are free Against the famine and the Crown I rebelled they cut me down Now you must raise our child with dignity Chorus By a lonely harbour wall She watched the last star falling As the prison ship sailed out against the sky For she'll live in hope and pray For her love in Botany Bay It is so lonely round the fields of Athenry Chorus It is about a young mans struggle to feed his wife and child during the famine. Lord Tevelyn brought a supply of corn form the States. It was useless Indian corn. People were so desperate they stole the corn and were deported to Australia never to see their families again. Happy St Patrick's Day everyone If you are a Colgan From Mayo Ireland please contact me. Ciaran Colgan chggf@btinternet.com

UNCHARTED PASSAGE You are the flagship - gladly or not we travel in your wake So long as the masthead bears your colours we hold course. Though you founder, almost, in this uncharted passage Where storms and shallows threaten alike. Though we stand-to helpless While half a lifetime's cargo is jettisoned and the flotsam Of memory, the silks and the bric-a-brace, float out, On an ebb tide. Yet, so long as you endure we are young. So long as you hoard a remnant of self above water, A frail bulwark survives. In late middle-age We remain, all of us - somebody's children still. -- Mary Dorcey, short-story writer, poet, novelist from Co. Dublin, has lived in the U.S., England, France, Spain and Japan, presently Research Associate, Trinity College Dublin. 'Uncharted Passage' from "Like Joy In Season, Like Sorrow," about relationships between aging parents and their children.

John HYLAND born circa 1830's married Urquhart? Shaw? MacQueen? Dwyer? circa 1850's. Coming here to the US settled in McLean Co IL USA circa 1860. Eldest daughter Elizabeth born 1860. Anyone know this family. They also had 5 other children including my Great-Grandmother Mary married Millard Filmore COLEMAN my dads' grandfather. Thank you so much in advance. Was said John born Dublin? Mary born Scotland?

SNIPPET: An in-depth article on Kerry's Dingle peninsula appeared in the April 1976 issue of the Washington D.C. "National Geographic" magazine. The author, American Bryan HODGSON, writes that his mother was born in Cork and he spent many childhood holidays in West Clare, not far north. Some excerpts -- "Last parish before Boston: The Bay of Coumeenoole washes the final spit of Irish land that emigrants glimpse on departing by air for the promise of America. Paddy FITZGERALD made the trip by sea in 1922. He returned in 1930, resumed farming, and now (in 1976) lives with his wife, Eileen (both pictured) in a house near the bay. Most who leave, however, don't return, posing the greatest problem facing the Dingle Peninsula and other rural areas. (Poetess) Ethna CARBERY told of the exodus that sprang from hardship and suffering in the 1840's, the decade of the potato famine: 'They are going, shy-eyed cailins, and lads so straight and tall/From the purple peaks of Kerry, from the crags of wild Imaal/From the greening plains of Mayo, and the glens of Donegal.' Now most emigrants from Dingle go to England or other parts of Ireland, rather than to the United States. Money sent home by sons and daughters has long played in important role in the rural economy! ." Memories dance to an Irish ballad as retired farmer Paddy BOLAND is shown playing his accordion in a tidy, but sparsely-furnished parlour in one of the many photographs by Linda BARTLETT. Per the author, "The Irish Land Commission helps men like Paddy either continue farming or to retire 'with dignity and guaranteed financial security.' Consolidating the peninsula's patchwork of tiny fields into larger, more productive tracts, the commission also helps introduce modern equipment and techniques ... But it is now, of this moment, that the old accordion squawks and puffs like an orchestra of elves, and Paddy BOLAND is a concertmaster. His blunt fingers tap out hornpipes and marches on the worn keys, his foot marking time and his eyes turned sidelong down the years. 'The Laddo from Cork,' he plays, and 'Bold Thady Quill,' and the room dances with memories. Paudie would dance too, if he were not too shy, and too caught up in the magic of his grandfather's skill. He is 5, a! nd Paddy 72, and they are at the two ends of a great friendship. Paudie's father, Micheal, is 39. Five years ago he quit his construction job in England and returned with his wife, Kathleen, and daughter, Eileen, 7, to the family farm in Coumaleague, near Ventry. 'There is good money in Birmingham,' he says, 'But it's no place to be raising children.' His return is something of a phenomenon. Since 1946 more than a million Irish men and women have sought employment overseas. (In 1976) The Gaeltacht - the Irish-speaking enclaves - have suffered a 4.5 percent annual population loss, mostly among the young. Some 20 percent of the remaining male are bachelors, and men over 18 outnumber women 3 to 1. Since 1956 the Department of the Gaeltacht has tried to stem the loss by establishing handcraft industries and offering cash grants and tax benefits to investors willing to set up industries. In Dingle Belgians own a lucrative trout farm, whose packinghouse also buys and ships the daily catch of the local fisherman's cooperative. An American-owned computer center employs 65 local people to process magazine subscriptions. Two government-financed hotels and several guesthouses cater to a growing tourist trade. But subsistence farming is still the main occupation in Corca Dhuibhne. Like most farmers (in 1976) Micheal BOLAND hand-milks his small herd twice daily; he drives his pony cart three miles each morning to the creamery and back. He will net between a thousand and a thousand and a half pounds ($2,000-$3,000) in a good year, plus cash from his small flock of sheep. Inflation has bitten deep - Ireland has one of the highest rates in Europe, coupled with low average earnings. Things will get better, Micheal says. But lately his eyes don't quite agree. Paddy BOLAND ends his concert. He and Paudie go out to the field. It is never too soon for a boy to learn about cows." ...

SNIPPET: "A thousand crows fill the twilight with wings and voice like some vast black shattering of glass. Then, as by an order, they wheel and come to roost in Burnham Wood, claws locked on branches, heads buried under wings, silent as ancient sins," wrote Bryan HODGSON, in the April 1976 issue of the "Smithsonian" Washington DC magazine in his marvelous article 'Irish Ways Live On in Dingle." Perhaps you can locate a copy - 27 pages of history and stories of Kerry's Dingle Peninsula and 20 outstanding photos of the area and residents by Linda BARTLETT. The cover of the magazine has a close-up of a little freckled-face, red-haired Irish boy. "We are silent, too, chilled by the primeval echoes and trapped somehow in time. We have come on a pilgrimage of sorts, from the Holy Stone in Goat Street to the grounds of Burnham House, the graceful mansion that gazes across Dingle Harbour toward the town. The stone is a rude lump, hollowed to catch the rain. In the days when Catholicism was a crime, legends tells, fugitive priests blessed the water for their parishioners. At the bottom of the street the Protestant Church of St. James has lost its tower to age and neglect. A crumbling vault commemorates the family of Frederick MULLINS, a British colonel who bought land near Dingle in 1666. His descendants built Burnham and ruled there as Lords of Ventry. Today (1976) it is a boarding school where young girls study lessons all in Irish. As we turn away, we hear the choir practicing for tomorrow's Mass. The hymn is to the Virgin. The distant voices seem filled with longing. Later, in Tommy GEORGE's Bar near Ballydavid, we hear the longing note again. Micheal O DULAINE, sings for us one of the traditional Irish songs telling of pure love turned to ashes and regret: 'You have taken east from me, and west/You have taken before from me, and behind/You have taken moon and sun from me/And great my fear that you have taken God from me.' Seainin O'SULLIVAN is there, too, and he plays a wild reel that brings four couples to the floor for a Kerry set. It is much like a square dance, with great flourishes of heel and toe. Partners challenge each other's eyes, and their energy charges the room until everyone is clapping and stamping his feet. We salute each other then in pints of stout, with foam like spindrift and a bitter taste of charred malt. 'Slainte mhaith,' says Micheal. 'Good health to you.' 'Go raibh maith agat,' I reply. 'May it go well with you.' The evening is long, and the songs joyful and sad by turns. Irishmen drink not to forget, but to remember." Photos include one captioned: "After a long night of empty nets, bone-weary fishermen console themselves with a pint of stout in Johnnie Frank SULLIVAN's Bar in Ballydavid. Fish processing and trout farming help rank the fishing industry among the area's most important."

SNIPPET: Robert SCALLY is a professor of history of NY University and director of Ireland House in NYC. He is also author of "The End of Hidden Ireland." Per Mr. SCALLY, "If there was one experience common to the Irish refugees from the Great Famine, other than hunger, it was the sight of Liverpool. Very few sailed directly from Ireland across the Atlantic - fewer than one in four. The vast majority first sailed east to Liverpool, the greatest seaport of the 19th century - leaving Cork City, Dublin, Wexford, and Belfast behind. For these future Americans, the grimy seaport of Liverpool was the last they would see of Europe. Liverpool was the first gateway to America, directing the flow of hundreds of thousands of Irish to NY, Quebec, New Orleans, Boston, Charleston, Savannah. Its influence extended along the global maritime network of commercial ties and routes that had been in place, and growing, for more than 100 years by the time the migration reached its peak during the "hungry forties." Slavery and cotton were two of the main reasons for Liverpool's maritime dominance - it had cornered the slave trade before its abolition and then became the main receiver in Europe of the cotton from the Old South, the endless flow of 500-pound bales picked and hauled by slaves to the levees of New Orleans and Charleston. Ireland's "Black 1847" witnessed more Irish than ever pouring from the country, most of them refugees fleeing the hunger as best they could but among them, too, many thousands who had saved for and set their minds on emigrating for years. For the destitute, there was often no choice of destination: They had but money enough to be among the half-million who would immigrate only to Britain with perhaps a hope of one day returning. Or they were among those whose immigration to America was "assisted." That is, passage was paid for by their landlords, who, under the Poor Law Extension act, either moved their poor charges off the Crown's soil or paid for the tenant's welfare in Ireland. For those who could muster the fare, the courage, for the long voyage across the Atlantic, the choice was clear - a new life away from the blight, away from the Brits. And that route went through Liverpool. Ironically, it was into Liverpool and its massive warehouses that the cargoes of grain, meat, and dairy goods denied to the starving Irish countryside flowed unceasingly from Irish ports. Now the ships were carrying the supercargo of hungry Irish. In the two decades before the Famine, a rising tide of emigrants passed into Liverpool, reaching nearly 100,000 in some years before 1845. In 1847, at least 320,000 Irish men, women, and children poured from the Irish ferries, many of them unable or unwilling to go any further. It might be said that Liverpool beckoned the torrent of Irish emigrants to its doorstep through its Irish network. There was profit in the emigrants' fare, but thousands of them were also needed in the port itself for hauling cargoes, excavating the roads and railway cuttings, and in extending the great docks. For these tasks they were welcome. But as their numbers grew and their condition worsened, their popular reception became increasingly hostile. In the story of the Famine emigrants, the Liverpool ordeal attracted more attention at the time than London or New York. The scandal of death and suffering on its waterfront was widely reported in the press and reports to Parliament from the municipal health authorities. Contemporary writers like Nathaniel HAWTHORNE and the BRONTEs depicted some of the horrors to which the Famine imigres were routinely subjected to as they were disgorged from the Irish ferries. Some were outraged by what they witnessed there. But not all observers of Irish misery on the Liverpool docks were moved by the spectacle of human suffering. HAWTHORNE, who was the American consul in Liverpool at the time, noted the ragged throngs of Irish huddled around the dock gates, but in him they inspired only disgust: "The people are as numerous as maggots on cheese," he wrote. Almost alone among the witnesses who wrote of Liverpool at that time, the young Herman MELVILLE declared his outrage at the wanton cruelties the newcomers met in the town. In what is by far the most eloquent account of mid-century Liverpool, MELVILLE described in "Redburn," His First Voyage," the "endless vistas of want and woe staggering arm in arm along these miserable streets." The desensitized feeling of humanity apparent in Liverpool may have been more extreme than elsewhere at the time, with its volatile mix of Celts, evangelists, and lawlessness. But it was not the end of the callous faces the Irish immigrants would encounter on their long journey to America."