Irish Genealogy Summer School, University College Cork

Genealogy research is more than the pursuit of knowledge.  It is a search for a generational continuum of mind and spirit, urged on by echoes from the past.

How many of us have boxes of black and white photos recording the proud faces of our ancestors?  Some are strangers, some we know through stories, and some do not even grace the family images we treasure.  They are only whispers in the annals of family memory.

Thanks to Martine Brennan I found this lovely quotation this week.

“Walking I am listening to a deeper way. 

Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me.

Be still, they say. Watch and listen.

You are the result of the love of thousands.”

- Linda Hogan, Native American writer.

 

A family tree is not merely a recording of who, what, when and where, nor simply a collection of intertwined branches of names and dates.  It is a deeply rooted connection to our heritage and spiritual past.

The quest to learn more about those who have shaped our lives is an honorable pursuit. I was delighted to learn that University College Cork is hosting a genealogy summer school this year to help all genealogists, from beginners to advanced researchers.

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For anyone who is planning to be in Ireland in July, this wonderful, week-long, genealogy course might be of interest.  One-day participation is also available.  Here are further details from the website:

 

Ancestral Connections: Names, Places and Spaces

Irish Genealogy Summer School,

University College Cork,

June 30-July 6, 2013

 

This genealogy summer school offers a complete course in the latest Irish genealogy research, as one would expect from a summer school held in UCC, one of the world’s leading universities.  All aspects of the subject are covered by a series of presentations and ‘hands on’ workshops given by a selection of Ireland’s leading genealogical lecturers and experts.

The latest online and offline sources are described and explained in presentations which will be of great interest to the seeker of Irish roots and family history, whether beginner or expert.

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Thankfully, it is not all work. A number of trips are offered featuring sites and locations including Fota House, the Queenstown Experience in Cobh, and Spectacular Killarney with its beautiful mountains and lakes. Not forgetting, optional evening tours to sites of interest in Cork itself, ‘the Venice of Ireland’, Blarney Castle and the beautiful harbour town of Kinsale.

A one-day conference at The Summer School Ancestral Connections is also offered and coordinated by the Cork Archaelogical & Historical Society.  Founded in 1891, the society is one of the oldest local interest societies in Ireland.

Rates – Residential/Non-Residential/Concession:

 

Full residential: Accommodation, Full board at Victoria Lodge, tuition, fieldtrips, excursions and conference: €775.00

Non residential: €575.00 (We can supply a list of recommended providers on request

Concession – Residential – (Historical & cultural groups, students, Over 55′s) residential €658.75

Concession – Non Residential (Historical & cultural groups, students, Over 55′s, retired) non residential €488.75

Day rates – €95.00 Day rates concession rate – € 80.75 (Historical & cultural groups, students, Over 55′s)

 

Contact Details UCC: Ancestral Connections Summer School:

 

Co-ordinator: Lorna Moloney at E-mail: l.moloney@ucc.ie or Telephone 353-0-85-872-1184

Executive Assistant, Lindy Meldon  E-mail: l.meldon@ucc.ie or Telephone: 353 -0-21-49-4700.

 

So if you are only starting to climb your family tree to discover the branches, leaves and limbs, or are ready to dig deeply in search of those far-reaching roots, this course may be of great interest to you.

 

 

Slán agus beannacht leat!

(Goodbye and blessings)

 

Irish American Mom

 

P.S. Irish American Mom does not have any business relationships with UCC.  Discussion of this course is simply a means of providing information about a wonderful educational opportunity.

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The Leaving Coat – A Novel By Margaret Mulvihill

THE LEAVING COAT is an elegantly written, historical fiction novel by Irish author Margaret Mulvihill.  In today’s post, Margaret explores her inspiration and the historical background for this Irish emigrant saga of the American frontier.

The Leaving Coat by Margaret MulvihillAvailable from Amazon.com in electronic format.

THE LEAVING COAT tells the story of a newly-arrived Irish emigrant to New York in 1895.   Searching for her lost sister, who unexpectedly stopped writing home from America, Norah Doolan’s journey takes her across America to Montana, on a quest for freedom, fulfillment, and truth.  Along her way she learns to live and to love in the New World.   

A truly scenic novel the reader is transported from the wilds of Ireland’s western shores, to the streets of New York, to the big skies of pioneering Montana. Norah Doolan is an Irish emigrant to be admired.  A dauntless survivor, Norah’s innate strength and determination make her a charming, captivating heroine.

THE LEAVING COAT is a sweeping tale of peril and providence, self-discovery and revelation, and a truly credible love story.  Margaret Mulvihill’s writing is warm and inviting, with a deeply authentic insight into the Irish character.

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Rocks And Pebbles On Ireland’s Western Shore

In Margaret’s own words …..  

 

“THE LEAVING COAT begins with the departures of the women who wear it, first Lizzy Doolan and then her sister Norah. They are fictional female Irish emigrants and if they weren’t living – in my imagination – in the 1890s, some sort of disclaimer might be called for: “any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.” As it happens, any resemblance between the story of Lizzy and Norah Doolan, and the actual experience of some of those many thousands of young females who left Ireland for America in the last decades of the nineteenth century, is entirely deliberate.

Lizzy Doolan sees herself as a cut above the steerage-class girls in their lumpy outfits and as a schoolmaster’s daughter – and a fictional character! – she does have more options. She’s dreaming of the bright lights of America at a time when artificial light was as phenomenal as it was urban, and the reality, for most female emigrants, was pretty dismal.

Late 19th Century Postcard Of The Lakes Of Killarney

Late 19th Century Postcard Of The Lakes Of Killarney

While the men were making it heroically, in gangs, the women were on their own. They disappeared into kitchens and factories, evolving in due course into the stereotypically slovenly, simple-minded or (at best!) stalwart Biddy. The tragedy and sheer embarrassment of stories like Typhoid Mary’s is, perhaps, one reason why it is still not widely appreciated that, in the final decades of the nineteenth century, as many women as men – in some years more women – emigrated from Ireland to America.

These colleens were braver than they knew and they deserve better than the condescension of posterity. They had heads as well as hearts and wombs. THE LEAVING COAT is not a thesis: I made it all up. But I don’t think it’s too much to imagine that, like Norah Doolan, many a “true-life” female pioneer discovered for herself that blood isn’t necessarily thicker than water, and that people, good or bad, are fundamentally the same all over.

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Ruins Of An Old Schoolhouse In County Kerry

 

Few emigrants lived long or prosperously enough to become “returned Yanks”, regaling the folks back home with their largesse and their adventures. Usually, for the friends and relations left behind, the emigrant’s farewell was like a funeral, the last time they would see that person in the flesh. For the leavers, of course, the sadness was leavened with the promise of a new life, and a chance to shake off all kinds of shackles. These days, when there is little or no premium, when it comes to employment and visas, on youth and rude health, that freedom is enviable.”

 

Born and raised in Ireland, Margaret Mulvihill studied history at University College Dublin and Birkbeck College in London, where she settled and still lives.  Until the mid-1980′s she worked as an editor and copy-writer of illustrated magazines and family reference books, before becoming a novelist and freelance writer. 

A big thank you to Margaret for sharing her novel with us today.  It is available in Kindle and electronic format from Amazon.com. You can also follow Margaret’s writings on her blog, aptly named The Leaving Coat.

 

Slán agus beannacht leat!

(Goodbye and blessings)

 

Irish American Mom

 

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received a free electronic copy of this book for review purposes.   I do not receive payment for my book reviews.  My first responsibility is to my readers and I am committed to honest reviews. All opinions given are my own.  I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

 

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Irish American Heritage Month 2013

On February 28th, 2013 President Barack Obama declared March 2013 to officially be Irish American Heritage Month. The Irish have come of age in America.

 

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Official recognition of our cultural contributions to the growth and development of this nation bears testament to the struggles, sacrifices and tenacity of our forefathers.  In 2011, 34.5 million U.S. residents claimed Irish ancestry.  In his official proclamation President Obama declared:

 

“This month, we celebrate the Irish-American journey, and we

reflect on the ways a nation so small has inspired so much in

another.”

 - President Barack Obama

 

Impoverished Irish immigrants arrived on these shores from a small island.  They experienced Americanization from the bottom up, forging their Irish American identity in the streets, factories, workplaces, saloons and churches of their new land. The President goes on to say:

 

“Generations of Irish left the land of their forebears to cast their

fortunes with a young Republic. Escaping the blight of famine or the

burden of circumstance, many found hardship even here.

They endured prejudice and stinging ridicule.

But through it all, these new citizens never gave up on one of our

oldest ideas: that anyone from anywhere can write

the next great chapter in the American story.”

- President Barack Obama

 

Everyday we celebrate Ireland and America on the pages of this blog. Throughout the month of March we will continue to honor our unique heritage, celebrating our two nations and the amazing ties that bind us forever.

 

“So as we celebrate Irish-American Heritage Month, let us retell

those stories of sweat and striving. And as two nations united by

people and principle, may America and Ireland always continue to

move forward together in common purpose.”

  - President Barack Obama

 

This Presidential Proclamation urges us to continue on our Irish American journey of storytelling.   As the host of this blog I invite you to tell your family narratives of “sweat and striving”. Immigrant Tales is the perfect venue to feature your family’s personal American history.

Tales of saints and scholars, heroes, the famous, and the infamous need not be our focus.  We can tell the stories of everyday Americans – tales of peasants arriving here speaking only Irish; the stories of everyday farmers, factory workers, policemen, maids, nuns, priests, business men and entrepreneurs.  We can commemorate their dedication to making dreams come true in this great land of opportunity.  I firmly believe ordinary men and women are our true heroes.

If you have an immigrant tale you would like to share, send me an e-mail.  I would be honored to share your story on this website.  Remember we now have a Presidential Proclamation urging us to retell our family stories.

And so together let’s do our very best to celebrate all that is good about our Irish American identity and culture.

Wishing you all a happy, memorable and meaningful Irish American Heritage Month.

 

 

Slán agus beannacht leat!

(Goodbye and blessings)

 

Irish American Mom

 

 

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“Change The Sky” – A Memoir By Joseph T. O’Donnell

In 1967 an Irish immigrant decided to single-handedly build a house, to take his beloved family out of a cramped Philadelphia alley.   Joseph T. O’Donnell watched his father build, brick-by-brick, board-by-board, slate-by-slate.  What he witnessed was more than a house rising, but one man’s determination to live the American dream and change the sky for the family he loved.

Today we continue our Immigrant Tales, with an e-mail interview I completed with the author of this wonderful book.  A big thank you to Joseph O’Donnell for sharing his family story with us.

 

A Pencil Sketch Of The House That Changed The Sky

 

Q:  What is the central theme of this story?

A:  This story centers on my father who in 1967 came home one day and decided the time had come to build his own house and get his family out of a shrinking Philadelphia alley.  By way of background my father immigrated from Ireland in 1946 where he arrived from a village outside Glenties, Donegal Ireland called Mulnamin Hill. A small rock strewn and hilly part of northwest Ireland near the Gweebarra Bay.

Immigrating through Canada my father settled in Philadelphia where he became an American citizen. He opened a tavern in the 1950′s in North Philadelphia called the All Ireland bar. He lived on top of the bar in a small apartment with his bride Lily and then two children. After giving up the tavern business for more suitable employment and fresh air he began the carpenter’s trade. He moved from North Philadelphia to the West Oak Lane section of Philadelphia from where he would plan his move from our shrinking alley and city block to a more green and spacious sky. When I say the alley was shrinking I just don’t mean the physical force of the alley becoming smaller. There were social, ethnic and unwritten rules and hierarchies at work. People on edge and angry at their plight associated with close quarter living. And as you will read in the book some tragic events, verbal and physical abuse from some neighbors and others.

 

The Home Built By Patrick Joseph O’Donnell In Flourtown, PA in 1967

 

Q:  What inspired your father to take on the enormous task of building his own house?

A:  In 1967, twenty years after arriving in America, my father had acquired the skill and know how to construct his house including the piece of ground to build upon in Flourtown, Pennsylvania. However money, and official accreditation to assure township managers of his qualifications to build a house of proper form and code, were required.  Amazingly, my father found a way.  With an additional four children bringing his total to six, he never shirked his responsibilities. There was parochial school tuition and limited wages for food and clothing that year of 1967.   Yet he was determined he was going to build a house.  There was no question about that, and issues like money, nor food, nor anything else would ever deter him.

 

 

Patrick Joseph O’Donnell Working In His Garden

 

Q:  Do you remember the building process?

A:  When the buds and leaves began to sprout in and around Philadelphia in 1967 my father started to dig a foundation for his new house. And at eight and nine years of age I watched my father build. Or more appropriately I watched my father rage , spit, scream, kick, ( his steel toe boots were a useful tool- and threat ) and swear and anything else it took to raise a house before the approaching winter arrived.

He was out there -alone for the most part. And what I witnessed those many months was nothing short of a miracle and so much more than just a house rising.

Patrick Joseph & Lily O’Donnell

 

Q: What was your motivation in writing this story?

A:  I believe there are so many great stories like this one out there but, for whatever reason they are not told. That is unfortunate. This is a story that should be shared and enjoyed and embraced as a small chapter of the Irish in America. I did not want this story to miss the boat. I wanted to tell a story of one modest man’s incredible deed and a salute to the America that made it possible. As for me it was a formative experience as I watched my father build his house despite the fact I inherited none of his mechanical skill. No regret.

 

The Donegal Home Of Patrick Joseph O’Donnell

 

Q: Tell me about your generosity and the causes you have chosen to support through the sale of your book?

A:  I wanted to donate money from this story to the wounded warrior project. Being a former marine this of course strikes a chord when I see our servicemen and women coming home wounded, both physically and mentally.

The other charity is Habitat for Humanity. I thought this appropriate as I can attest to the importance of a safe, sturdy and quiet home especially for children to nurture and grow.

And lastly to the victims of super storm Sandy I am pledging 1$ for every book sold, through the end of November.

 

 

Q:  Where can readers purchase this book?

A:  My father’s story is available on Amazon.com and is titled Change the Sky by Joseph O’Donnell.

It is in Kindle ebook format, but can be read on any device. If you don’t have a kindle you can down load a free kindle app to read it on iPhone, laptop or computer.

Further background is available in this article published by Montgomery Media.

 

 

Joseph T. O’Donnell is a retired marine who grew up in Philadelphia, the son of a Donegal immigrant, who built his own home against all the odds.  Although Joseph admits he inherited none of his father’s building skills, his inspirational words are testament to an even greater lesson learned from his father – the importance of dreams, determination and perseverance.  I wish him every success with this magnificent story.

 

 

Slán agus beannacht leat!

(Goodbye and blessings)

 

Irish American Mom

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When You Go Will You Send Back A Letter From America

In the late 1980′s the Scottish band, The Proclaimers had a big hit with their song “Letter from America.”  I love this song, and listen to it regularly.  Here are two of its most memorable lines:

When you go will you send back a letter from America?

Take a look up the rail track from Miami to Canada

 

When the song was written e-mail, skype and texting were merely dreams forming and developing in the minds of geniuses.  Letters were still the primary means of communication between families separated by the Atlantic Ocean.

I remember when I first came to America in the late 1980′s, I phoned home once a week.  My phone bills were astronomical, so talking for an hour or two was out of the question.  Instead I wrote letters regularly.

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I loved reaching into my mail box each evening.  A wave of sheer joy came over me, when I found a checker-bordered aerogramme with my name lovingly imprinted on the cover.

Nowadays, trips to the mail box reveal no such treasures – just bills and junk mail.  Sometimes I miss those days of old, when letters from Ireland were regularly delivered.

I often think of those who left Ireland over a century ago.  They never knew the luxury of a weekly phone call, or daily in my case, now that we have an internet phone connection with unlimited calls to the Emerald Isle.

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For our ancestors, connection to family left behind was limited to letters, sometimes taking weeks or months between deliveries.  Even for those who left in the 1950′s, like six of my father’s brothers and sisters, telephone calls were unheard of.   For starters my grandmother never owned a phone.  In an emergency a kind neighbor or the priest might agree to let her use their phone.

No, truth be told, even until the 1970′s my granny only heard from her children in America through letters.  I still remember the expression on her face when the postman arrived with a “letter from America.”  She smiled all day long.  I watched eagerly as her eyes devoured precious words.  She stuffed the sheets into a pocket hidden in the folds of her skirt.  I knew she examined them frequently throughout the day.  Loving words eased the pain of her aching heart.

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So whenever I listen to The Proclaimers, I think of my granny and her treasured letters from America.  My children will probably never understand the role letters played in our lives.  I must remember to tell them about their great-grandmother’s skirt pockets, stuffed with handwritten pages filled with loving words from her children far away.

 

 

Slán agus beannacht leat!

(Goodbye and blessings)

Irish American Mom

 

 

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