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

View of Carlingford from the sea


Rice, Laurence Joseph, Cornamucklagh, Omeath,Co Louth, by Laura Rice

14 September 2017

Your Message Dear Kevin Woods,

Thank you for all the work you have put into recording the history of Carlingford and the Cooley Peninsula. I only wish I’d discovered the site sooner. My husband, Karim Hamdy, and I are traveling to Omeath next week (from Tunisia where we are at the moment) so that I can see where my great grandfather was born and grew up. Lawrence Joseph Rice (1847-1928) immigrated to Elmira, NY in 1865. He lived there, married Ellen O’Connell, and raised 6 sons and a daughter. When he retired, he returned to Ireland to visit family for about 5 months in 1920. Information from the passenger lists on his trip over say his destination was Cornamucklagh. The manifest on his return trip gave his last contact as G.J. McArdle in Newry. I’ve been trying to figure out who his parents were but have found nothing conclusive yet. His sister Bridget Rice immigrated to live with his family in 1914. When he died, the obituary says he was survived by Bridget (14 years his junior) in Elmira and a sister Anna Rice in Omeath. I know there were several Rice families on the peninsula, but none of the baptism records seem to list a Lauce, Bridget and Anna in one family, though there is a Lauce Rice, son of Owen Rice and Cath Sloane, who was baptized in 1847. Any insights you might have would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you for all the pictures and information about the peninsula,

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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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Denis Cregan

29 January 2017

Carlingford Festivals & Gymkhanas.

I remember the sports day / Gymkhana in the “Yanks” field on the way over to the “far Pier” with 3 legged races, brawny adults Pitching sheaves of Hay across a high rope between two poles, multi coloured raffle tickets being sold for much longed for prizes, tea, Oriel minerals and iced cakes being served in a tent and just the sheer excitement of all the activity and entertainment.
Then there was the highlight of the “Water sports” taking place on the near pier beneath St. John’s Castle, the “Greasy Pole” pillow fights. How no one got splinters or worse from this activity remains a wonder. Getting on was the greatest obstacle and was the source of much advice, banter and always the source of exciting new vocabulary for the younger audience.
The Pipe Band like the pied piper attracting an increasing throng of followers as it paraded down Chapel Hill, along Dundalk Street, past the Square and on up Newry Street to the outside of the Town hall and to the stage for the street races and activities.

The fancy dress parade on Newry Street packed with adoring parents, colourful & creatively attired parade participants (both willing and unwilling) frazzled but enthusiastic organisers and throngs of amused, bemused but definitely entertained spectators.
I won a prize once dressed up in old Newspapers with the slogan “Necessity is the Mother of Invention”. Mum was delighted, I was mortified!
The Egg & Spoon races, the three legged races and for another highlight of the day, the Bogey Race.
The “Bogey” (home made go karts) of dubious construction, shot down Castle Hill at breakneck speeds, no brakes, lousy steering, scattered spectators and worn out shoes, but what a thrill!.

The slow bicycle race calmed things down a bit with expert contestants and the secrets of softened tyres, skilled braking (for those fortunate enough to have brakes), contorted bodies perfecting the art of tilting bikes and limbs in opposite directions and the thrill of the win! and then Eddie arrived with his ultra modern Triumph bike and wide tyres to conquer all. I’m sure his bike was illegal, it must have been, where were the judges, is it too late to set up a court of enquiry? …..no bitterness there then! I’m joking of course.

It was a great day, everyone knew everyone, we cheered, we jeered, we clapped, we laughed, we loved every minute of it and as soon as it ended we began looking forward to the next year.

Thank you Kevin, for the opportunity and forum in which we can share these great memories.
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