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Tim Donohue sent me a book order. I didn't read it properly and instead of sending him Heroic Landscapes: Irish Myth & Legend I sent O'Donoghue People and Places. Perhaps it was a busy day!
Tim pointed out my error but said that I had solved a problem for him - what to give his cousin John Donohue for his 80th birthday. So all's well that ends well
From Tim: John grew up here in Northern California and spent most of his working years buying and harvesting timber from independent owners. We are the Great Grandsons of Martin O'Donohue born into the famine in 1848 of County Clare. He came to America in 1872 and worked the 'redwood railroad' North of San Francisco for his life's work.
We are all proud O'Donoghues Mor. Thanks for making a mistake as this was the PERFECT present that I would have never thought of ;-)
I thought you might like this photo from our celebration of St Patrick’s day. They made the local bar into an O’Donoghue Ale House. My brother and I had a great afternoon of Irish dancing, bands and song.
It was at Eagle Farm race course, Brisbane
When Rod announced that the subject of the April snippet would be "The Family Farm", my immediate reaction was that i could submit nothing.....
I thought about what a farm is, and how I came to learn about them through books, songs and schools. I wonder whether there is an Irish form of Old MacDonald's farm? I thought about chickens, ducks, pigs, sheep, cows, wheat barley....and probably in that order. Nothing came to mind that related to a family farm.
Violet Evangeline O'Donoghue, daughter of Rev Edward Geoffrey O'Donoghue, followed in her father and grandfather's footsteps in writing books. Her father wrote non-fiction. Her grandfather wrote fiction, while she, too, wrote fiction under her married name, Whish. One of her books bore the title 'Come to Good Farm'....a tenuous connection to farming.
My mind continued to drift. Could i argue that successive generations of a family focussed on producing similar output was like a 'family farm'? A flock of writers...a herd of writers??
The thinking was becoming tortuous as my mind went blank. Yet having let my mind go blank, I remembered the obvious.....but a subject i had repressed.
How often do we forget things which are uncomfortable? But research requires rigour and honesty, however difficult that would be....
My family had spent almost all of the 19th century in India, Burma and Ceylon (now Sri Lanka). Louis Rumbold O'Donoghue went into tea planting. My great grandfather, (Louis' brother) Algernon Leopold O'Donoghue, worked in Burma, for the Bombay and Burmah Trading Co, as manager of their forestry interests. He was based in Kindat, Upper Chindwin River area. In a way he 'farmed' trees....slightly larger than ears of barley...but....
His son, Algernon Charles O'Donoghue, was born in Kindat in 1900, but moved back to Bath, England, where he became a sound engineer, variously at the BBC, ITN, and in films. He hankered for the colonial life and took his family to Kenya. In Kenya, they lived at Kitale where they bred dogs for the English market, a brutal and unpleasant market of crime, betting and horror.....which is why, I expect, I repress the facts. Algernon, known as Don, stayed in Kitale mostly, but his wife, Cara, worked in Nairobi and took advantage of the Happy Valley Set, which was made into a book and then a film called 'White Mischief'.
Perhaps it was karma, if such a thing exists? - as they lost everything, farm, stock, savings, everything, during the MauMau uprisings, and during their flight back to England.
Perhaps now I wish i had not remembered, or dared to divulge. Yet we cannot escape the truth of our past, or only remember the good things. Nor can we keep back the truth from others.......we are not censors but researchers, surely......? And we have to accept that the social mores change in time and from place to place...our lens is different from theirs.
Contributed by Roderick O'Donoghue
"Books are like unsown seeds. When they open up and are allowed to sow their own seeds in our minds, their effect can be 'seismic'.
In my youth I was told that I was descended from O'Donoghues who had once been kings. I decided to find out whether this was myth or truth, so I turned to family members and traced back to Colonel John William O'Donoghue of the 47th Foot. I then found a copy of Irish Family Records from 1976 which revealed a Jeffrey Wrixon O'Donoghue and, after considerable digging, i discovered that they were one and the same person, and that Jeffrey Wrixon O'Donoghue changed his name in 1794 to join the British Army. Strangely, he reverted to his birth name on his marriage certificate and his occupation was Major in the 47th Regiment of Foot.
A connection had been made between family data, proven facts, and a recorded pedigree.
Sadly, the entry for O'Donoghue in Irish Family Records contains 12 different errors and several queries. It taught me that records, even in books, can frequently be wrong, yet many people accept them.
The next book is our Society founder's book 'O'Donoghue People and Places'. This was written a few years ago now and gives a fuller historical picture and context to Irish history and some notable O'Donoghues through history. This not only added to my knowledge but triggered a greater interest in the historical of my family and those who share the same name.
Rod's book is invaluable and provides a good starting point for research proper, rather than name collecting. As Rod was a pioneer in trying to formulate a coherent account of People and Places, subsequent research may or may not discover new facts, which modify some of his early findings. This is in no way a criticism, as his research is formidable and helps greatly. It is just that sometimes a writer has to include, in good faith, their very best insights at the time of writing. Indeed, I would always recommend Rod's book over Irish Family Records, even though Irish Family Records is part of the Burke's Peerage group of books.
I discovered an ancestor named Mhaire Ni Dhuibh O'Donoghue. She married Daniel O'Connell Mor, Chief of the Name. Her grandson was Daniel O'Connell, the Liberator. In an effort to discover more about her and our O'Connell connections, I purchased a book, The Last Colonel of the Irish Brigade. This book revealed that my ancestor, Jeffrey Wrixon O'Donoghue and his older brother were great nephews of Mhaire, and that they are listed in her son Colonel and Count Daniel O'Connell's regiment of the Irish Brigade. I also discovered that Mhaire was a noted poetess, and that her brother, Geoffrey, was also a poet, (but he is not to be confused with the more famous poet of the same name, Geoffrey O'Donoghue, about whom both PS Dineen and John Minahane have written).
Another ancestor, Blanche Augusta O'Donoghue, seemed, for a long time, to disappear from late Victorian records, until I discovered a record of a marriage in the India Office. She married Lionel Slade Carey, the son of the Bailiff of Guernsey. I wondered how my Victorian ancestors could be so connected to, and marry into, the families of the Queen's representative in Guernsey, to Generals, to the illustrious Spencer of Althrop family. The answer soon became clear, viz. Indian colonial administration. So i started to look into the Careys of Guernsey by buying an esoteric book called The History of the Careys of Guernsey. To my surprise, I discovered that three of my Victorian O'Donoghue ancestors married into Careys mentioned in the book, and that two of the O'Donoghues were born in Ireland. The O'Donoghue Carey marriages gave rise to such people as Cedric O'Donoghue Carey, or Rupert O'Donoghue Carey.
These snippets show that a simple quest to collect names is transformed by books which give further lists; is added to by books which give historical context; is amplified further by more detailed family books; and overflows into researching other areas and other families in the hope that more can be discovered. Family research through books grows like seeds into family trees, and fleshes out and clothes the names we discover.
It also shows that research has to question and check everything. One only has to look at Ancestry to see how often major mistakes are repeated, and the more they are repeated, the more they are believed. "
My wife, Bridget and I made our first visit to the O'Donoghue farm in 1989. Bridget's mom was an O'Donoghue and this was the farm Bridget's grandfather grew up on. The property is located in Ardydonegan, Duagh, Kerry on a beautiful spot that rolls down to the banks of the river Smerlagh. We had to drive through the Scanlon family farm to get back there and found cousin Joe living in a tent inside of the old farmhouse which was falling down around him. He is still living there and the County Council has since provided more suitable housing for him on the property. Joe was a wonderful host at that time and told us many stories about the farm and the local area. I was taking furious notes about any tidbits he shared about the O'Donoghue family history and this was the beginning of my research in to my wife's family history!
An anthology of newspaper columns written by Finley Peter Dunne helped me understand what life was like in Chicago when my great grandfather, Patrick Donohue and his wife, Mary Kelly Donohue raised their family in the Southside neighborhood called Bridgeport.
Dunne was an American journalist; he was born in Chicago in 1867. His Irish immigrant parents settled in Chicago at about the same time as my great grandfather. By 1900, Finley Peter Dunn was the most widely read newspapermen in Chicago.
To tell his stories, Dunne created a character named Mr. Dooley, the proprietor of a saloon on Archer Avenue, at the north end of Bridgeport. In Dunne’s newspaper columns, Mr. Dooley discussed the news of the day while serving a customer named Malachi Hennessey.
Mr. Dooley and Hennessey spoke in the dialect of the unfashionable neighborhood where they lived; they were Chicago’s “shanty Irish.” Having them speak in dialect allowed Dunne to say what went unsaid in other (polite) newspaper columns. He described life of Bridgeport through Mr. Dooley's chats with Hennessey, painting a portrait of ethnic urban life in the neighborhood where my ancestors, including my grandfather, Mike lived and worked.
Dunne wrote more than 500 columns between 1893 and 1915. Selected columns were published in eight anthologies. I found copies in the Indianapolis Public Library and read two of them. They were insightful and reminded me that my grandfather, who was born just a decade after Finley Peter Dunne, likely read these same stories when they were first published.
Contributed by Tim Donohue
So many to choose from.
Certainly your books Heroic Landscapes:Irish Myth and Legend and O'Donoghue-People and Places would be a good foundation.
In a more general sense I really enjoyed these books.
"The Imortal Irishman" by Timothy Egan. A look at Irish American Thomas Francis Meagher banished to Tasmania in 1849 for life. He was part of the 1849 "Young Irelander" uprising along with Patrick O'Donoghue, William Smith O'Brien and other prominent nationalist. Their eventual escape to America cover much of the history of the early famine and independence movement.
"In The Time Of Famine" by Michael Grant, a fictional look at the life of a young man born into the terrible times of famine and his struggle for dignity and life. Not specific to O'Donoghue but the historical facts are worth the read if you are interested in learning more personal insights about Ireland during the time of famine and the migration.
The indescribably harsh decade of the Irish Famine turned out to be in time a positive happening for my Irish Immigrant ancestors and their descendants. My paternal greatgrandfather was Thomas Hurley. According to son’s written history, Thomas was born in 1815 to Jeremiah Hurley and Honora Fitzgerald, in County Kerry, somewhere south of the Shannon River, not far from Tralee. He emigrated in 1846. He possibly sailed from Queensland, Cobh Ireland to Liverpool, England for Atlantic sailing To New York City. There he was hired as a railroad laborer in Vermont. In I847, he married Catherine Lawlor in Brattleboro, Vermont. Catherine too was a Kerry Immigrant from near Listowel. In 1840, 15-year old Catherine sailed with older brother Richard to Quebec, Canada. For seven years, they were indentured servants at a Catholic Indian Reservation.
Thomas and Catherine’s first child, my grandmother Honora, was born in 1848. They were to have 12 more children. Seven made it to adulthood.
Thomas and Catherine found their way to Virginia where they farmed for 18 years. In spite of a huge family to support, the couple managed to save enough money to buy a mountain in the brand new state of West Virginia. And had the wherewithal to split it into legal lots. It covered a portion of three counties, Fayette, Greenbrier and Summers. They deeded only to Irish Catholics. Farming was not easy in the steep, rocky Appalachian Mountains. This enterprise could be called a “rural ghetto,” like the Catholics in Hell’s Kitchen in Manhattan.
Thomas and Catherine organized their fellow Irish Catholic immigrants into a united group where labor and resources were shared for the greater good of all. Not really so unlike the ideology then being formulated by Marx and Lenin across the Atlantic.
My mother and father, children and grandchildren of Famine immigrants, grew up next farm to each other on “Irish Mountain,” as it came to be known. Mother Irene’s parents were Mary Sullivan and Patrick Donahoe, son of Florence Donnoghue and Mary Moynihan, famine immigrants from Killarney. Father William Hurley’s parents were Honora Hurley and John Hurley, a Cork Famine immigrant.
I grew up in Ohio listening to stories about life on the remote mountain. Day to day survival had to be really tough, but their core strength and deep Catholic faith provided an unbreakable bond. Eventually Thomas and his Mountain neighbors accumulated enough money to purchase a tract of land in Fayette County. For the next 25 years they cleared the land, buried their dead, and built a charming New England Style chapel-meeting hall called the Sacred Heart Church, where weddings are still being held today by descendants of the original Irish Mountain settlers. The first mass was held I 1898, some 25 years after Thomas became the first resident on his Mountain. My two sisters, and many, many relatives are buried there. My brother Basil Hurley and our first cousin Bernard Twohig wrote a history of the area called “Foresight, Fortitude, Fulfillment.” And what an apt description this is of these remarkable Irish immigrants.
Although there is an anti-immigrant sentiment in our land today, I’m so proud of My Immigrants. I can’t but think that their commitment to their families, their faith, and to their new country was anything but a great gift to America, and to their descendants. I have hundreds of cousins who share my story, themselves Irish Mountain descendants. We can all be proud and joyous about our bountiful heritage.
I don't know if this is of interest to this month's blog question, but the topic is intriguing to me because my own genealogical research has presented me with a puzzle.
Overall, I'm 1/2 Irish/English (dad's side) and 1/4 Irish + 1/4 Québecois (mom's side). I became hooked on genealogy when I started researching my ancestry, expecting to find little, but assuming that I'd learn quite a bit about my Irish roots (since any talk of ancestry growing up was about my dad's family). Instead, I discovered an enormous amount of information about Québec ancestry (greatly preserved church records, easily obtainable online). Over the last 6 years, my family tree has grown to over 70,000 people, but 95% on the Québec side. (I'm still hoping to make a breakthrough on Dad's side, but revelations are sporadic.)
So - how does this have anything to do with the Irish potato famine? I've been able to confirm ancestors on Dad's side for 5-6 generations, and I've got all of my mom's ancestors recorded back 10 generations or so.
My great-great grandmother, Célina Boulé (or Laliberté), was born around 1840, supposedly in Québec. We have her marriage record, which only lists her as "Célina" (no last name, no mention of parents), which typically means she was illegitimate or an orphan. She seems to have been close to the Boulé family (enough to adopt the surname) but there's no record of a baptism (which isn't that uncommon) and her presumably adoptive parents don't appear to have had any other children. So for the longest time I've been working under the hypothesis that she was a Québec orphan and was adopted.
Until the DNA testing results.
While I'm mostly Irish/English, the ratio of French-based DNA is too low. But I have birth or origin information for ALL of my great-great grandparents on both sides of the family, and it ought to be 75/25 but according to the results it's more like 85/15. So there's a discrepancy.
Although I learned about Irish immigration to the US, it hadn't occurred to me to consider that the Irish might've gone elsewhere (duh) - until I read an article about Irish emigration to Québec. In the 1840s-1850's over 100,000 people fled Ireland coming to Québec, many fleeing the famine.
This made me reconsider: what if Célina isn't French at all? Is it possible that she was a *Irish* orphan who came to Québec fleeing the famine, and was then adopted by a childless Québecois couple? Is that's the case, then my DNA results start to make sense: more like 82/18 which still isn't quite right but it's a LOT closer.
I'm trying now to find DNA relatives who are 4th cousins but whose family trees show no overlap with mine in the hopes that this might identify who Célina really was. Hopefully, I will be able to uncover some of her history, possibly confirming my new suspicions.
And I'm continuing to work on the Irish side too. Promise! :-)
Submitted by Marcia Anne Donahue
My family, formerly landed gentry and once the noble occupiers of a formidable castle, which they themselves had built, had their ranks decimated by the famine to the point that ONE SOLE SURVIVOR was left; either he or his son, was eventually obligated to flee his homeland, probably for political reasons, making his way to the USA, the son making his way to Chicago, where he married and had a family. We are basically survivors, but we were uprooted. My grandfather, who was the grandson of the sole survivor, went on to marry and sire my father (He had a total of four children, the first-born of whom died, a son.) and the actress Elinor Donahue. He also had another daughter, Gwendolyn.