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.
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3 May 2017
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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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29 January 2017
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29 January 2017
I remember returning home with my father Anthony in 2005 to visit Glenmore where his own father John was born in 1905. I say returning home, as I had never been to Glenmore before, but when I was there I felt like a salmon feels when it finally reaches its destination after traveling thousands of miles across the ocean to where it was born. My father himself had only been back once before with granddad in 1938 when he was just 12 years old and they had walked the whole way from Dundalk station to Glenmore. My father stayed next door with the Donnelly family and remembers being very embarrassed at staying with a lot of girls! He remembers my Great Grandmother, Mary O'Neill (ne Reilly) sitting in the corner of the old house dressed all in black. My father also vividly remembers the old Glenmore church with it's arch and slabs of stone laid by his ancestors, so much so we spent hours driving round trying to find it! Only to discover it had been rebuilt and a car park was now in it's place. That's progress! He recalled to me walking to the top of Slieve Foy with two of his cousins, Jerry and Albert and remembered how he cried when he reached the top he was so scared. He felt he was on top of the world. When we finally made it back to the top together fifty five year later he laughed at how he had felt back then as a boy and also laughed to his cousins Jerry and Albert who were no longer there that he wasn't crying now! Instead he has brought me home, his daughter, Shelagh who had made my own special journey with him to be there. Home again. We went to see Mary Reilly who lived up from the old house and as soon as I walked through the door she said she felt like crying as I looked the image of my Great Grandmother Mary. I knew I had come home again. I had always felt so tied to Ireland but as my mother and father had separated when I was just three I had never known why. So many unanswered questions. Great Granmother Mary and Great Grandad Andrew had had eight children, Mary (Minnie), Tom, Alice (who died aged 8), Elizabeth (who emigrated to Australia), John, Andrew, Peter and James. All of the children were the best turned out children you could imagine and how Mary was able to do that in the little cottage they all live in will always amaze me. When I was taken to the house, now a just a shed, I stood and wept. How she must have felt seeing all of her children leave her and emigrate to find work must have broken her heart. I can't imagine it. I feel so grateful that I was able to make it back to Glenmore with my father and see where we came from before he passed away last November. We spent so much of our lives apart, but walking up that hill together we found not just each other but how our roots were so entwined with one another and with Glenmore which will always stay with me forever. More > (0 comments)