I will remember 2011 as the year of losses, pain and tears. I’d like to say adios to 2011 early this year.
There might have been positive things that happened in 2011 in my life, but they will be overshadowed by the lose of my mother, Margaret I. Walsh in October. Add a dash of layoff and unemployment to the mix. I am ready for 2012 to start and kiss, or maybe it should be kick, this year goodbye.
If you are reading my blog, then you should be counting your blessings, especially if you are employed. Tis’ the season to be jolly, but I hope that Santa has not forgotten that I live in Murdock, and I’m still wanting a job for Christmas. Linkedin Profile
Christmas Tribute
A Christmas carol video is posted with my late mother Margaret I. Walsh of Litchfield, Minnesota, along with me, singing “Silent Night” last Christmas. It was recorded with my iPhone. Click here to view video on CNN iReport and read the full story.
Home to Knockanarroor – Pillowcase Photo
See the latest video posted on CNN iReport, complete with writiten story on my adventures of finding my Irish Roots. Click here to view video at CNN iReport.
Home to Knockanarroor – Pillowcase Photo
Missing photo gives hints to Irish history
I returned home to Knockanarroor, Ireland for the first time, but I have never been there before.
In April 2011, I traveled to Ireland, precisely where my Great-Great-Grandmother Ellen Brennan Foley, born May 15, 1820 in Killarney, Ireland, and died in Stillwater, Minnesota, lived in Knockanarroor Townland, pronounced “Knock-on-a-roar” in Irish Gaelic, meaning the hill of corn in English.
On a cold January 2011 day, a photograph, along with a hand-written card with hints of Ellen’s life, including her husband’s name, William Foley, were found tucked away in a pillow of treasures of my late grandmother Mary Jannet “Jennie” Foley Walsh, 1886 to 1985, of Murdock.
The unmarked country road my Irish roots were plucked from in the early 1840s, is located just east of the city of Killarney in County Kerry, in western Ireland. A milk lorry driver, a truck driver in the United States, Patrick “Pa” Brosnan of Muckross, in the Killarney area, pumping petro in the near by village of Barraduff agreed to guide me to the hidden location that is plain site.
Ellen’s parents, James Brennan and Mary Walsh, my great-great-great grandparents, from my grandmother’s family, called the townland home, as they worked the rented land consisting of what is referred to by residents as a “poorish land” of wetlands, surrounded by bogs. The peat or turf, decayed vegetation, is cut and dried for heating and cooking fuel today, just like my family did in the 1800s or earlier, with the smoke puffing out of cottages, producing a musty smell. My family most likely served as grooms, tending to the horses exchanged on the carriage route at the end of the road of Knockanarroor, on a major route to Killarney.
I traveled to Killarney in 1980, my late father, Martin J. Walsh Jr., in the 1950s, but it was not was not until 2011, I could say without a doubt Knockanarroor is home in Ireland for my family. My father and I traveled the same paths in the horse jaunting carts of what is called the old butter roads, the 1700s turnpike, but I might be the first to make the journey home to Knockanarroor.
I used hints from http://www.ancestry.com to stitch together my ancestral threads. Archivist Michael Lynch of Kerry Library, Ireland, along with free online Roman Catholic records from the Diocese of Kerry, http://www.irishgenealogy.ie, provided information that my family belonged to the Catholic Parish of Glenflesk, with Knockanarroor as their place of residence.
Although I did not find any living relatives in Ireland during my journey, learning about the people, their faith, village life and the beautiful Irish countryside, I was able to shine light on a period of obscurity in my family’s history.
My Great-Great Grandmother Ellen departed Knockanarroor, be it voluntary or forced, due to disease, food shortage or economic reasons. I returned Ireland to answer the questions of where my family roots were prematurely pulled from the Ireland.
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Please give a helping hand to a displaced worker. (That would be me!)
Got a call from a CNNi producer wanting to know if I found work yet. Unfortunatly, I had to say, I was still unemployed and looking for work.
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