<p>View of Carlingford from the sea</p>

View of Carlingford from the sea

Memories

Rafferty, McKitrick, Killen,

23 May 2017

Patrick Rafferty :
I greatly enjoyed going through your website on the people and places of Carlingford. I even came across a couple of “Rafferty” references”. Much of my interest in the people and places of Carlingford stems from my interest in my family’s history.

My great grandfather, Thomas Rafferty, was born in Carlingford on 3 Jan 1868. A year or two later he immigrated to America with his parents, Patrick Rafferty and Mary (McKitrick) Rafferty. (His parents’ marriage was registered in Dundalk on 4 Jan 1866).

In 1892, Thomas Rafferty married Margaret Killen in Ovid, New York. Margaret Killen was born on Carlingford in April of 1864 (or thereabouts). Margaret was the daughter of Michael and Elizabeth Killen of Carlingford, and the granddaughter of Mathew Killen and Margaret (Ryan) Killen.

Much of the information on the earlier Killens comes from an exchange of letters I had in 1998 with George Killen of Carlingford. He would be my grandfather’s first cousin. I had been directed to George Killen by another of my grandfather’s first cousins, Fr. Joseph Burke, S.J. I was told that Father Joe made a number of visits to Carlingford. He passed away in Philadelphia in 2003. I have lost contact with George Killen. If he is still around he would be about 87 years old.

I will be on holiday in Ireland in June, and will be staying in Carlingford from June 11 to 14. I was hoping that perhaps you could recommend some people or places or cemeteries I should visit while I am in Carlingford.

Any advice you could give would be greatly appreciated.

Patrick Rafferty
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Mary Ellen Olson - Oakes -McKevitt

3 May 2017

Hello! I am the great-great granddaughter of Owen McKevitt who came to America from County Louth in the 1870s. He married Margaret Oakes (from Carlingford) in 1874 in San Francisco, CA. Owen's brother Hugh was the witness. I came across Owen's poetry on the McKevitt family website. If anyone has any copies, I would love to see them. Maggie is buried in Silver City, NV. She died after giving birth to my great grandmother in 1877. A son, Tom McKevitt was born in 1875. Any information would be greatly appreciated! My email is: Enable JavaScript to view email address.
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Cathal Delaney

29 March 2017

Newry Street Post Office :

The first twenty years, or so, of my life I spent in that village and what a wonderful
boyhood l had!
My mother, Frances, ran the Post Office from approx. 1946 until her death in 1957. She
had worked in the old Post Office before her marriage. It was situated in the building
where Eileen (Mrs.Thornton) now lives. She had been sent there as a newly trained
morse code operator to assist the elderly postmistress, a Mrs.Martin. By co-incidence
shortly after her marriage she would end up living right next door and some few years
later that's where the new Post Office was based.
My father, Charlie, worked in the railway offices at Greenore Junction.
At the far end of the Newry St. you can just make out small notice boards on
the wall of that second last house. It was the old Police Barracks. My grandfather
William was assigned there from Dundalk as sergeant. He originated from Roundwood
Co.Wicklow. Cardinal Logue befriended him. It was partly because, we think, he admired
the practice of the police March through the streets to Mass every Sunday and
he enjoyed participating in target shooting quite often with my grandfather. My father
recalled how the Cardinal was in fact a 'crack shot'!
Where the cinema was built there used to be an old store and before that the old
courthouse. It was burnt down in the 'Trouble'.
I well recall the fun we had while the cinema was being built; some jumping onto the
running boards of the lorries as they shunted and stalled and pranged amidst the
clouds of dust and the blasting of rocks and not such genteel language in accompaniment.

My maternal grandfather was a deep sea schooner skipper. He shipped out of Annagassan
harbour which was an important port estuary in those days. In retirement he was the Pilot
there and had many unusual experiences. Once he piloted a fanciful yacht carrying the
young bride and groom setting off on honeymoon from Castlebellingham Castle just
after their wedding. They were aristocrats, one a Bellingham.

My paternal grandmother had nine children. Her funeral, we understand went from Cford
to her native Cootehill area by train. William remarried and had three more boys, born
here. Vincent, Christopher and Richard.
My paternal grandfather is buried in Holy Trinity Cemetery. My maternal grandfather is
buried in Killsaran.
May Jesus enfold them all in His love.

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Marie Sheelan

29 January 2017

My memory of Carlingford was PJ O'Hare babysitting me. Let me explain!!
My dad was Henry Murphy he was a Rent Collector but also was a Home Assistance Officer for the Cooley Peninsula. ( Fancy word now Community Welfare Officer ) He had two jobs and now its divided into three! Wont comment on the Public Sector here Ha Ha.
Anyway I use to go to Irish Dancing in Carlingford, he was always late collecting me, so I had to wait in PJ's bar, the sweet area mind you on a high stool. PJ's gave me hot orange every week without fail.
He use to encrypt words and each week I had a task of figuring out the townland of the Cooley area. Prize was a Cadburys bar of chocolate each week.
God to this day I still love plain chocolate.
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Jane Mc Parland Poland

29 January 2017

RECORDING A MEMORY
Browsing your site brought back some fond memories. Holidays spent in Carlingford. My father was Brendan McParland son of John and Elizabeth Elmore McParland. My grandmother was a native of Carlingford and that’s why my father loved to go there. My father never drove but he bought a caravan and had it towed to the North Commons and with the permission of a man my father knew (I think it was John Francis O’Hagan) the caravan was parked at the start of the ‘Old Road’ down into Carlingford and from then on our weekends and summer holidays were spent at the Caravan. I recall climbing a mountain with my parents and three brothers; my father carrying a tin of white paint to a place on the mountain that he referred to as the ‘White Mans Face’ his purpose was to freshen the paint on the face. My father was a seaman and a great storyteller he told us children that ‘the face on the mountain was a land mark for ships at sea’ .I would love to know has anyone else a name for this land mark and how it came to be there? My Uncle Jim Mc Parland wrote a poem about the North Commons which he said was inspired by a visit to my father’s caravan on the North Commons.
Jane Mc Parland Poland

THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD
By Jim Mc Parland
There’s a place called the Commons that I used to know
It over looks Carlingford Bay.
Where often in childhood down there I did go
And those memories are with me to stay.
The Burn where we sailed our wee boats is now dry
It’s overgrown, ruined and wild.
And oft I go back to those scenes long gone by
I first saw through the eyes of a child.

I climbed Slieve Foy Mountain and walked by the streams
I watched the trout leap in the pool
And often I thought, but it was just idle dreams
That I hated to go back to school.
When School days were over, down there I would go
To that place that is rugged and wild.
Back to the scenes that I knew long ago
I first saw through the eyes of a child.

Those days have all past now, the old folk are gone
And new folk have come there to stay.
It was there that I first heard the lark sing at dawn
To greet every new summer day.
It was there in the evening the curlew would call
From the mountain so rugged and wild.
In that place called the Commons, the best spot of all
I first saw through the eyes of a child.
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