29 January 2017
in memory of james who came home for a holiday back to his birthplace and died on his holiday 5/8/1965 in omeath it was meant to be he was buried in the graveyard where his wife and little daughters were and his father and mother in the next grave to him god bless More > (0 comments)
29 January 2017
A brief story
John J. Murphy, son of John Murphy and Rose Fagan was born and baptized 9th of February 1829 in Whitestown, Carlingsford, Co. Louth
in Ireland. Mary Carne, daughter of James Carne and Biddy Boyle was born and baptized 5th August 1829 in Rathnew, Carlingsford, Co
John emigrated to America in 1851 and lived in New York where he met his childhood sweetheart again and wed in 1855 – shortly after the began there journey to homestead their farm in Anoka, Minnesota.
The trip was a ship down the Atlantic Ocean to New Orleans; then a ship to up the Mississippi to Dubuque, Iowa where the river was froze over. From there, John walked to Anoka to establish his farm and later his family of seven children –
The Office of Arms, Genealogical Office At Dublin Castle in 1979 was able to find the details of both of these people their parents and their baptismal sponsors names. In 1978 we had Leslie Randels Gillund, a professional genealogist do a search and she was able to develop a great deal of information on the family. Some points of interest:
Mary died with my grandmother Margaret “Maggie” birth 7 March 1872; John remarried and his second wife died 9 April 1906 -
She was buried At Calvary Cemetery 12, April 1906 and some of the costs were; services $ 55.00, Dress $4.50, Hearse & Horse $10.00
Total $ 69.00 – John died soon after 21 July 1906 at the age of 77.
He too is buried in Calvary. Costs Special-candles & Casket $75.00
Embalm $10.00 Suit $ 7.50 & $5.00 not designated – “Didn’t cost much to die in those days” –
John’s obituary is in the library scrapbook on page 961- It reads:
OLD RESIDENT DIES – MAN PROMINENT IN THE HISTORY OF THIS SECTION FOR FIFTY YEARS PAST – The Union is called upon to chronicle the death of one of the pioneers of this section,
Jon Murphy, a resident of Hennepin county nearly fifty-one years. He died while visiting his daughter Mrs. Talbot, being sicken suddenly with a paralytic stroke, death ensuing Saturday night.
John Murphy was born in county Louth, Ireland seventy-six years ago. He came to America in 1851,
Settling in New York state. He remained there until 1855, when he came west. Just before leaving for the west he married Miss Mary Carne, a playmate of his childhood in Ireland. The party came as far as Dubuque and found navigation stopped by the ice Nothing daunted he left his folks at
Dubuque and walked to St. Paul, and from there to his farm in Hennepin county, taking it as a homestead. This was in “55 and he has been actively engaged in looking after his farm interests for nearly 51 years. Thirty-four years ago his wife died and later he married Margaret Dunn, who passed away last April. Mr. Murphy left six children, all by his first wife as follows; Mrs. Mary Faherty,Nary, Minn; William Murphy, Minneapolis; Mrs. Kate Hennesy, Minneapolis; Mrs. Annie Thayer, Minneapolis; Mrs. Frank Talbot, Anoka ; Mrs. Margaret O’Brien, Minneapolis. His oldest daughter, Mrs. Fererty, was one of the first white children to be born in this vicinity –
John Murphy volunteered in the United States Army at St. Paul, Minn. on 19 August 1864 and reported in at Fort Snelling 26 August to serve in Co. G, 11 Reg’t Minnesota Infantry in the Civil War. His unit fought
in the Gallatine, Tennessee area – He was honorably discharged on the 26th of June 1865
Jane Murphy (1868-1936) wed Frank Talbot (1860-1930) – A son was Ralph Talbot the very famous County Sheriff –
William Murphy (1862-1938) wed Jose O’Brien (1859-1943) She was a sister of my grandfather William J. O’Brien (1861-1914) and he wed the youngest Murphy, Margaret (1872-1958) -
My grandfather, William O’Brien was a grocer in south Mpls. and this Wm Murphy was a teamster as they delivered groceries with horse and wagon; thus the name teamster –
John J. Murphy farm was in Dayton Township & they attended
St. Stevens Church -
The attached Genealogy chart will give you more detail about others –
The most famous of Murphy’s was Dermot Mac Murrough , King of Leinster and foreigners in the 12th century – He wanted reign over all of Ireland as High King and he is the one that invited the Norman’s in to help him to accomplish his dream – Well, they came and took over Ireland and his dream was never accomplished and Ireland has never been the same, nor has any one person ever reigned over Ireland since The Great High King Brian Boru and he was killed at the battle of Clontarf in 1014- No one since Brian has been able to be over all of that little place in one thousand years –
Story about Mary Carne: When they settled into their log cabin built by John, three Indians came in as this was Indian territory, Mary got the shot gun, the Indians left and never came back -Also, she ran off a big black bear that got into the cabin (Tough Irish girl) Mary died with the birth of my grandmother Margaret “Maggie” Murphy 7 March 1872 in their little log cabin – Later, John built a big home on the farm for his family -
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29 January 2017
Clarke Memories 1
Growing up in Carlingford.
I met a chap in McKevitts recently who was home for few days and we had a bit of craic recalling childhood days in Carlingford. We spoke about all the changes in Carlingford over the last number years. We thought it would be a great idea to look at the difference in Carlingford when we were children during the 60’s and 70’s and perhaps we might get something going that would prompt others to add a memory or a story from those good times. Of course things like this are talked about over a few pints and are generally forgotten about. It stuck with me and I thought I would get something written down.
Looking back on my childhood and teenage years in Carlingford through the sixties and seventies brings great memories. From the Tin Can league on the Green to the big Show Bands in the Marquee also on the green.
We would go down early to slide on the wooden dance floor in the marquee but we always had to be out before the dances would start. I remember listening to Brendan Boyer from the front door of our house on Grove Road. This would be around the mid 60,s.
My father along with Des Savage, Joe Mc Kevitt and Peadar Mc Guinness, may they rest in peace, were on the Community Council and along with a number of others organised many events during that time. There always seemed to be a great buzz around the village. We had the Jinks and Jamboree in the Yanks field now Oyster Bay. There would be an annual Sports Day that had everything from Egg and spoon, three legged and relay races. There was Tug o’ War, Football and of course the amusements with swinging boats and bumping cars.
I remember in particular one of the football finals between our neighbours
St Pats. and Toombe from Monaghan. My father was an umpire and in the dying seconds with the game at stalemate Dad called the ball wide.
There were strong protests from the Pats supporters that the ball went over the bar. I believe my father was correct in the decision but there was no convincing the Pats supporters. Needless to say Luke senior was not very popular in the Pats territory.
The tug o War was great fun with many local teams taking part. At that time the Glenmore team were very strong and there were many famous “Pulls” between them and Dromin. Dromin generally came out on top and eventually went on to win all Ireland titles.
The amusements were not much more than swinging boats and the good old “dodgems”. If my memory serves me right they were owned by a guy called Moses who was English and lived in Omeath.
Another popular event was the Regatta. Not many local people had yachts then they were mostly from Dundalk and us as young people hadn’t much interest in them anyway because they were away out in the lough, our interests lay elsewhere swimming races in the harbour and anyone strong enough at the swimming would take part in the race between the two piers you had to be a strong swimmer because of the strong current between the two piers. Then you had Des Boyle on the speed boat owned by John Donnelly from Newry. Des was going around the harbour inviting anyone brave enough to jump on the skis behind,i wasn’t brave enough.
There was also the Grease Pole. It was impossible to stay on it but there were endless hours of fun and banter with everybody trying in vain to stay on the pole.
In the evening we had the very popular street sports on Newry street .
John Mc Kevitt would always win the slow bicycle race and of course nobody went home hungry as everyone had a good feed from Paul Woods ‘s Chip Van.
We had the local soccer league which consisted of four teams. There was one from Grove Road where I lived, the Dundalk road team from the St. Michael’s Terrace, the Newry Street and Castle Hill team and a fourth team made up from the other areas. We had terrific fun with this. We played our matches in a variety of venues. The Longfield where Anthony McShane now has his sheds on Grove Road, one of Michael Donnelly’s fields in Mountain Park, the Quarry Banks field where the Nursing Home now is and Ben Mc Kevitts field where St. Oliver NS is now built. If none of these venues were available we resorted to the Nun’s lawn on Castle Hill.
Every Sunday after second mass the race was on for Hugh and Maggie Brennan’s shop for the famous Ice Drink made with Maggie’s home-made ice cream and one of Pat Kirks “Oriel” minerals. After that it was a choice of football on the tennis court or the nun’s lawn, or another race to get your name on the board for the snooker table in St Michael’s hall. We also had to do watch for the older men who were playing poker in the back room in the Hall in case the Canon would arrive .
I remember one day I was on “watch” duty and the snooker match had gotten very exciting and I was so engrossed that the Canon got in unknown to me and headed straight for the back room where which was full of “cincinatti kids” and smoke. The table was full of money and as soon as they saw the Canon Jem Oakes shouted check to try and convince him that they were playing Snap. The Canon was having none of it and everyone was thrown out and the hall was closed for a number of weeks. I got my arse kicked by one of the gamblers – whose names shall remain annonymous !
The record hops and discos in the hall were also great to go to. There were barbecues in King John’s castle where many will remember “Tojo” as the bouncer. It was easier to get into the hall without paying than the Castle and it had no roof. Up Drapers lane up on the flat roof and in the toilet window, But Tojo had eyes like revolving security cameras and we were often caught trying to get in for free.
The barbeque would always be preceded by John Harold’s Car Treasure Hunt. John was a master class as organising the hunt. A string of cars would set off from the Hall travelling all around the peninsula in search of the clues that would bring the cash prize.
Halloween nights in Carlingford were great with the Bonfires burning in Mountain Park and St Michaels Terrace. There was the usual trickery going on and always a few doors that that would be called upon where you were sure to get a good chase. To be honest some of the householders were fitter than we were, i won’t name them!
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29 January 2017
Has any one got photos of my father Jimmy Smart who worked in JPs And armstrongs farms if so I be glad get in touch 04837507962More > (0 comments)
29 January 2017
Remembering a Mother
“Would you have a room with a view”? He asked.
“No” says I, “but there is a lovely view from the dining room for breakfast in the morning”
The man introduced himself as John from Canada. He was in his late 40s, with a rough-hewed face that had experienced troubled times. He wore a leather jacket and britches and sported a Harley Davidson tee shirt. His hair fell about 3 feet down his back and was gathered together neatly with a rubber band. He was with his petite wife, an American lady – pretty and softly spoken.
I showed them the view from the dining-room which overlooks a small park, then Carlingford Lough and the Mourne Mountains.
There is a statue of the bull in the park and she enquired if there was a story associated with it.
“It’s the Brown Bull of Cooley” I told her
“What’s that about” she enquired
I told her the story of the Brown Bull and Queen Maeve.
Beside the Bull there is a statue of a white horse
“So is there a story attached to the white horse too” she asked
“It’s the Ghost Horse of Mountain Park” and I launched into the tale.
“Did you ever hear” says I “about The Last Leprechauns of Ireland”
They shook their heads and off I went again relating the story as fast as ever it was told. Close to the end I turned and looked at John. Tears ran down his cheeks.
Sorry John are you ok! I asked
“Kevin” he said “My Mam was born across the water in Rostrevor and left for Canada in her early 20s.She use to tell me stories about Ireland and the Leprechauns and Fairies. She never got back home but I promised that someday I would come to Ireland and scatter her ashes among the land of the little people and the home of all the stories she use to tell me as a boy. That’s why I am here, and I think she brought me here to you.
I got out my book “The Last Leprechaun’s of Ireland” and signed it for him with a dedication to the memory of his mother.
The following morning while serving breakfast to both of them I was introduced to “Mam” who accompanied them in a jar placed on the breakfast table. Her photograph was on the side of the jar: she was a beautiful looking woman and definitely in life had the face of a storyteller. John and his wife didn’t bat an eyelid while she stood there and they talked about her like she was sitting on a chair. To them it seemed natural enough that she should be sitting on the table looking out over the Lough and towards her home in Rostrevor.
I brought them that morning by car to Mountain Park and to the area where the Leprechauns live and that is under protection by the EU. He scattered her ashes on Carlingford mountain looking down over Rostrevor and his eyes filled up again as he remembered her love for him and his for her and the stories she told him so many years before back home in Canada.
John left Carlingford that day. He said it was a place he would never forget.
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