DEATH of Sr. Augusta died aged 102 years March 2018
End of an Era? In ATHEA
By Domhnall de Barra
So sorry to hear that Rose in Brouder’s Shop is closing down this week. It is another nail in the coffin of the small shop in our community and a sign of the changing times in rural Ireland. There aren’t many places left where you can go in and buy your groceries over the counter and I’m afraid we are heading for the time when the “counter” will be but a memory. Talking of memories, the news brought to mind a time when I was young and the place was littered with shops, even out the country. There were a few in my area and they evoke different memories. Johanna (Pats) Woulfe had a shop just over the Cratloe road. It could be seen out our back window and I was often sent there as a child. I remember the smell of paraffin, or lamp oil as we called it, as you walked in the door. The barrel was kept it in a little shed by the house and it had a little tap on it. We would take our can, an oblong shape with a flat top and an opening with a screw on cork, and she would fill the can with a gallon of oil with the assistance of a funnel. For some reason there was always a bit of spillage; hence the smell of oil. For a youngster it was not easy to carry home as the can was heavy and a couple of ditches had to be negotiated as we always took the short cut through the fields. Oil was a vital commodity for the lamps which were the only source of light before electricity. Another item she kept was common soap. This came in a long block and Johanna would cut off as much as you wanted. It was terribly hard but was very good for the washing of clothes when used with a washboard. Another item in great demand was tobacco. In those days most of the men smoked pipes and bought their tobacco in quarter or half quarter pounds. Like the soap it also came in a block and the desired amount would be cut off. This then had to be prepared before it could be put into the pipe for smoking. A sharp penknife was essential to pare the tobacco in narrow strips into the palm of the hand. When there was a sufficient amount for a fill the penknife was put away and the slices were crushed between two palms until they were almost turned to dust. The filling of the pipe was also a trade in itself. Too loose and the flame would run through it and too tight and it would be impossible to draw the air through it. The old lads were experts at it and didn’t mind how long it took for the perfect fill. “Bendigo” was the most popular and sometimes the only tobacco available until the arrival of brands like “Clarke’s Perfect Plug”. Everything in the shop came in sacks, chests or boxes and had to be weighed and wrapped for the customer. The wrapping was usually brown paper tied with string that hung from a reel suspended from the ceiling. Things like sweets would be wrapped in what we called a “tóisín” (spelling probably wrong). It was a sheet of paper twisted into a cone shape with a twist at the bottom to seal it. Sweets could be bought by the penny worth. You could get three Bell’s toffee or six “Milseán Uí Gráda” or one “Peggy’s Leg” (a candy bar). It sounds cheap but in those days pennies were hard to come by. My grandmother would send me for ten Woodbines, a box of matches and a bar for myself and I would get a halfpenny change out of a shilling; happy days!
Johanna’s wasn’t the only shop around. There was one at the cross in Knocknasna owned by Jess Horan and there were two more, one each side of Cratloe creamery. Tommy and Peggy Leahy had one on the Athea side and Birdie Collins had one on the Abbeyfeale side. Collins’ shop closed when I was still young but Willy Healy, who worked at the creamery and was also a blacksmith, opened a shop just back the Abbeyfeale road at the crossroads. It was handy for people to do a bit of shopping when they went to the creamery but money seldom changed hands. A book was kept and accounts were settled at the end of the month when the creamery cheque came in. I can’t see Lidl, Aldi, Super Valu or Tesco operating a scheme like that!.
Things were beginning to change from the ’sixties on and, with more transport available, people began to do more shopping in towns. The closing of rural creameries was the last straw and one by one the small rural shops disappeared as they could not compete and found it difficult to make a living without the morning trade from the milk suppliers. I suppose it is easy for me to look back nostalgically at those days but time marches on and nothing stands still. Are we better off for all the progress or has the demise of the small shop taken away a valuable social as well as commercial outlet? The small shop was the centre of the community.
It is my fervent hope that Brouder’s shop won’t stay closed for long and that somebody will take it over. If not, our village will be all the poorer. Like the saying goes: “you’ll never miss the water ‘til the well runs dry”.
Limerick War 1
Paddy is going
The field work diaries of Conrad Arensberg and Solon Kimball in Clare 1930-36; stories for the present?
Dr Anne Byrne of NUI Galway will tell the story of the Harvard anthropologists Conrad Arensberg and Solon Kimball who came to Ireland in the 1930s to study rural communities in County Clare.
Writing about the Survey in 2001, Anne received a gift of five original social anthropology field work diaries. Sharing the gift again, she invites re/readings and new conversations on the unpublished diaries and archives querying their contemporary relevance.
Extracts from the diaries on farm and family life will be examined in this talk and you are invited to contribute your thoughts and ideas as we listen to the first hand observations of rural family life and farm work in Ireland in the 1930s.
The diaries and survey letters record the original voices of men, women, farm families, shopkeepers, priests, publicans and politicians with whom the anthropologists conferred. Arensberg’s diaries of his time in west Clare, namely Luogh, record the preoccupations of people, their work on the land, rearing, selling and buying cattle, conventions of marriage and inheritance, the dominance of religion and politics in conversation, the scarcity of money and the significance of ‘influence’ for procuring work.
Anne Byrne is a sociologist in NUI Galway (Political Science and Sociology) interested in how biographical stories and narratives of the past and present illuminate everyday struggles and moments of resilience in ordinary lives. With CLASP press in Clare Library, in 2001 she and Ricca Edmondson and Tony Varley, published a long essay on ‘Arensberg and Kimball and Anthropological Research in Ireland’ as part of the republication of the facsimile third edition of Family and Community in Ireland. Recent socio-biographical publications include with Colm Byrne, 2017, ‘Family Stories and Secret Keepers: Who is Maíre Bastable?’ in Sara Anne Buckley and Pat Dolan (eds) Family Histories of the Irish Revolution, Four Courts Press; 2017, ‘Epistolary research relations: correspondences in anthropological research - Arensberg, Kimball and the Harvard-Irish Survey 1930- 1936’ in O’Giollain, D. (ed), Irish Ethnologies, Notre Dame University Press; 2014, ‘Single Women in Story and Society’ In Inglis, T. (ed) Are the Irish Different? Manchester University Press; with Tanya Kovacic, 2014, ‘Those Letters Keep Me Going: tracing resilience processes in US soldier to sweet heart war correspondences, 1942-1945’ in Reid, H., and West, L., (eds) Constructing narratives of continuity and change: a transdisciplinary approach to researching learning lives, Routledge.
KDHS lectures are free to members, EUR5 for non-members. New members are welcome. The annual membership fee (July-June) is EUR20.
This essay was published in Irish Stories of Love and Hope, a book published to raise funds for The Irish Hospice
Loss in the Traveller Community
Dictated by Missy Collins
I lost my eldest son 25 years ago. He was killed in England. He was called Kieran, Kieran Collins. He was 13 at the time. My brother’s son was killed at the same time. He was 15, Michael. It was a month before my eight child was born. I’ll never forget the day; it was the 20th of June; it was a Sunday. He went out the door that morning along with a whole lot of his friends and Michael, his cousin, with him. About three o’clock that day (It was a lovely warm day) I seen the policeman approaching our house. Me and my husband, we asked him what’s wrong and he said, “Have ye got a son called Kieran?”. I says,’yeah”. He says;” Will you come inside?” We were at the front of the house. He told us, he says, ”He’s dead.”
I didn’t know what happened. I remember my husband roaring, but I passed out and ended up in the neighbours house next door. I remember coming’ round after someone giving me brandy on a spoon. My husband was going over to my brother’s house who lived a few streets away and they were roarin after their son being killed. Their youngest, my eldest. We brought them home to Ireland to bury them., the two were buried together. I suppose at that time and I suppose up to this present day, I never really got over it and I never will because, put it this way, it hits me every day of the week but especially at Christmas and birthdays. I still have to go and visit his grave regular. I even came home from England. I have to chat with him. I love to look after the grave.
How did I cope? I was a stronger woman at the time and had other children. I knew I had to keep going for them. Me faith helped me a lot. I went to healing places and shrines and prayed to God to give me strength to look after my family. I could not look at his picture. I loved to, but couldn’t for at least 14 years. Then I eventually started looking at his picture. Doctors wanted to give me sleeping tablets for my nerves, but my mother said, ”Don’t start taking them, Missy because you’ll have to come to terms.” I don’t think I ever came to terms but that my own family and extended family kept me going. My husband never came to terms with it. He couldn’t visit the grave and walked away from it crying. I lost him five years ago. We were very close and the rest of me family were very close to their Daddy. We are not the same since that happened either, the support is gone, the boys were very attached to him and the girls as well. I think all that keeps us going is the graves, both of them are buried together. We go and fix the graves. We’re a very lonely family.
Just to say anyone that loses a family member is never the same again. There’s a part of the family missing. Time heals a bit but you never forget.
e Miseries and Beauties of Ireland
Author: Jonathan Binns
Jonathan Binns, The Miseries and Beauties of Ireland (London 1837). (Available on www.archive.org).
Tarbert — Noticeable objects on the Shannon — Mount Trenchard — Droves of fattened pigs detained by the storm — View from near Tarbert House — Trade of Tarbert — State of the people in Lower Conello — Cabins, fuel, and clothing — Emigration — Middlemen — Prices of provisions — Blood of calves — Revengeful feelings of the peasantry, connected with the taking of land — Cabins — Conacre — The golden vein — Rent of land about Tarbert — Fuel — Mr. Maxwell Blacker — Lislactin Abbey — Listowel — Catholic devotees — Irish fights — Lixna Castle — Sir William Petty — Abbey O'Dorney — Tralee — The funeral cry — Ballyseedy — James O'Connell's estate — Castle Island — Arrival at Killarney.
From Limerick I went by steamer down the Shannon as far as Tarbert (situated at the north western corner of the county of Limerick), a distance of thirty-six miles, the fare being three shillings. After leaving the former place, the river gradually expands into a magnificent stream, its banks abounding with modern villas, old castles, and a variety of interesting objects that demand
Travels in Ireland. Johann Georg Kohl First edition [xii+417 pages] Bruce and Wyld, 84 Farringdon St. London (1844)
Travels in Ireland
Author: Johann Georg Kohl, File Description
The Lakes of Killarney
‘To pick up’—Crime in Kerry—Fog-landscape—Travelling Mania—Killarney—the Upper and Lower Lakes—Environs of the Lakes—The Gap of Dunloe—Macgillicuddy's Reeks—Kerry Horses and Straw Harness—Turf-bog on the Mountains—Goats and Wolves—Lakes on the Mountains—Mountain Dew—Rounded Rocks—Excursion on the Upper Lake—An Enchanted Kingdom—Colour of the Shores—Islands in the Upper Lake—Robbing the Eagle's Nest—Tamed Eagles—Faithful Temperance Men—The Lower Lake—O'Donaghue—Innisfail—Trees and Ruins—Trouble in Vain
Lets get Limerick (Ireland) talking about mental health this May.
Can your parish or local group be part of the conversation?? What would it be like to offer green ribbons after Mass on Sunday this May?
See Change, the National Stigma Reduction Partnership are rolling out a month long national Green Ribbon Campaign to get people talking openly about mental health problems in May 2017
More than 500,000 green ribbons will be distributed nationwide free of charge to spark a national conversation about mental health in boardrooms, break-rooms, chat rooms, clubhouses, arts venues, college campuses and around kitchen tables throughout Ireland. Our aim is to make the month of May every year synonymous with promoting open conversation of mental health and challenging the stigma of mental health problems.
You don’t need to be an expert to start talking about mental health or have all the answers. Sometimes the most helpful thing you can do is to let someone know that you are there for them and simply listen.
Talk, but listen too: Simply being there will mean a lot.
Take your lead from the person: As a first step, ask them how best you can help.
Avoid the clichés: Phrases like ‘Cheer up’, ‘I’m sure it’ll pass’ and ‘Pull yourself together’ definitely won’t help - Being open minded, non-judgemental and listening will.
Keep in touch: There are lots of small ways of showing support - Send a text or just ask someone how they are doing.
Don’t just talk about mental health: Just be yourself, chat about everyday things as well.
Contact See Change The National Stigma Reduction Partnership: E: email@example.com T: 086 0496311
See Change is a growing partnership of 90 Irish organisations, volunteers and ambassadors working together to change attitudes and behaviours to mental health problems and end stigma.
My wife and I were watching "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire”
while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have sex?''No,' she answered.I then said, 'Is that your final answer?' She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, 'Yes..'So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend." And that's when the fight started...
I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first. "I'll have the rump steak, rare, please."
He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?" "Nah, she can order for herself" And that's when the fight started....
My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school
reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging
his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table. I asked her, "Do you know him?” "Yes", she sighed, "He's my old boyfriend. I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn’t been sober since."
"My God!" I said, "Who would think a person could go on
celebrating that long?” And then the fight started...
My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, "What's on TV?” I said, "Dust.” And then the fight started...
My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our forthcoming anniversary. She said, "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 225 in about 2 seconds.” I bought her bathroom scales. And then the fight started......
After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for
Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.The woman said, "Unbutton your shirt." So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me", and she processed my Social Security application. When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office. She said, "You should have dropped your pants. You might have got disability too." And then the fight started...
My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.
She was not happy with what she saw and said to me,
"I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment." I replied, "Your eyesight's perfect."
And then the fight started........
I rear-ended a car this morning ... the start of a REALLY bad day! The driver got out of the other car, and he was a DWARF!! He looked up at me and said "I am NOT happy!"
So I said, "Well, which one ARE you then?"That's how the fight started.
On the Lighter Side
Domhnall de Barra
I am fed up with politics and politicians and the constant bickering and silly point-scoring by those we have chosen to run the country for us so, this week, I am not going to go on my usual rant and instead I hope to bring a little amusement to this column.
Going back a good few years there was a man born to Irish parents in New York. His father was a policeman and worked long hours in a dangerous environment for modest pay. His grandfather had come to America from Tipperary and had worked on the building of the great railroads in even tougher times. Mick Moloney was very clever and figured that the country now owed him a living and he was determined not to follow in his father’s or grandfather’s footsteps. He was a great charmer and very soon got street wise. He soon became a con artist and lived on his wits until one day he was nearly caught and decided he had to find something better. He was watching a programme on TV one day, a documentary on psychiatry. He was amazed at how little the psychiatrist had to do to earn big money so he decided there and then that this was his ticket to riches. One small problem was the fact that he had no qualifications. This was soon solved by acquiring a false set of papers from one of his friends in the underworld. He couldn’t operate in New York where people knew him so he upped sticks and headed for Chicago. He rented rooms in a fashionable area, put a brass plate on his door displaying his false credentials and put an ad in the local newspaper that read: “Dr. Moloney, cures for all psychological ailments. Fee $50 per ailment” Word soon got around and business was good. In most cases all he had to do was listen and turn on the charm and people left feeling better. Three lads from New York were visiting Chicago and saw Mick’s photo in the paper. They recognised him at once and, knowing he was a fake decided to have a little fun with him. One of them was unknown to him so he was deputised to go to the “doctor’s” rooms with three complaints that could not be cured. John was the man’s name and he arrived at the door of the clinic and knocked. It was just after normal hours so a maid who answered the door told him he was late and to make an appointment. John informed her that he had not one but three complaints and that it would be worth the doctor’s time if he could cure him. After a brief wait he was shown into a well furnished room and was invited to sit in a very comfortable chair. “What seems to be the problem?” asked Mick. “I have three” John replied. “I can’t tell the truth, I can’t eat and I can’t remember anything”. Mick looked at him thoughtfully for a few moments and then rose and left the room. He quickly went upstairs where there was a cat’s litter. He got a tea spoon and filled it with cat’s shit and returned to the room below. “Open your mouth” he said and shoved the spoonful in. John grimaced and gagged a bit but eventually swallowed it. When he had regained his composure, the doctor asked him “what did that taste like”. “That tasted like shit,” he said. “That is correct” said Mick, “that is the truth and that is your first problem solved. As for your second problem, well, the man who can eat shit can eat anything and as for your third problem about not being able to remember; I guarantee you that, as long as you live, you will never forget the day you ate cat’s shit. $150 please”.
A priest came to a new parish and as he was out walking one day he came upon a man who was looking distressed and in some trouble. The priest asked him what was wrong and he told him that he was convinced his wife was trying to poison him. The priest thought he was exaggerating but the man insisted that he knew she was putting stuff in his food. The priest said nobody could be that bad and he said he would go and see the woman for himself and try and sort it out. The man told him where his house was and he promised to wait there until he returned. About 40 minutes later the priest returned. A great change had come over him. There was a stare in his eyes and his hair that was always neatly combed was now all over the place. “Did you meet her” asked the man. “Did I meet her”, said the priest, “I have never before in my life met anybody like her. I could barely get a word in edgeways from the time she opened the door to me and some of the things she said to me are unrepeatable.” Well” said the poor man, “having seen for yourself what she is like, what would you advise me to do?” The priest looked at him for a minute and then replied; “I have only one piece of advice for you – TAKE THE POISON!!”
RETIREMENT: Just came across these few lines about retirement which give us the ‘10 best things about it’
Not having to wake up to an alarm
No rush hour traffic
Spending enough time outdoors
Having ‘entire’ days to yourself.
Keeping the house & garden in good order.
Having time to read the books you want.
Going for a day out mid-week.
Sitting in the garden when the sun shines
Having at least one hobby.
Turning your hand to gardening.
Indeed things to look forward to!
Holy Thursday Knockanure Hymns 2017
TEL AVIV (JTA) – At a Shabbat service in Tel Aviv on Friday evening, congregants recited the mourner’s prayer for those killed in Syria’s civil war.
Freeman's Journal (Sydney, NSW : 1850 - 1932) Sat 29 Apr 1876 Page 5
A Memorable Scene After a day of feverish anxiety as the chill wintry clouds closed in, and the members were assembling, College Green became covered with a sea of upturned faces, lit by
the flicker of a thousand torches — by the flashing of a thousand emotions. Many were
the comments, grave and gay. of praise and scorn:— 'Come Mr. M — , you were paid this morning ; give us a tenpenny bit to drink your health.' ' Success to you, my Lord E— . It was you made the good bargain, it’s a credit to us all, you did not sell your country too cheap, Three cheers for Sir William, boys ; he bargained to be a lord when there's to be no lords at all.' Here's Harry D — G— , boys. How much did they mark on your brief, Harry ?' Castlereagh was almost shielded from popular scorn
by the superb beauty of his wife : but when Lord Clare appeared, many a fist was clenched, and groans were changed to cheers, wild, loud, and high as Plunkett reared his head, and glorious little Curran flashed his
Solo In South Sudan, By Helena Quinn
Posted on September 3, 2013
I found this in my purse when packing yesterday. I don’t know where it came from but I expect I found it once upon a time in my grandmothers things. I don’t know the context or which paper it appeared in. By the time my dad was 21 he had already served one tour of duty in Katanga Province in the Congo, had been involved in the Siege of Jadotville and spend a number of months as a hostage held by Katanga rebels. I think when this note was written, he would have been preparing for his second tour in the Congo.
I am thinking of him now and how different our journeys into Africa are. Aside from the purpose, I am aboard a very comfortable BA flight on what will be a journey of just over 8 hours. When Dad first went to the Congo, the journey was 13 hours with 120 or so other men in a military personnel carrier. I will have lunch served soon, he was given a plastic bag with a sandwich and some fruit for sustinence. He was wearing a bulls wool uniform, I have clothes suitable for the terrain which employ the latest technologies to keep me cool when I need to be cool and warm when I need to be warm. To combat malaria Dad took one quinine tablet each week. I have two months supply of very expensive and effective Malerone which taken daily will prevent my getting the dreaded disease.
As my dad loves to remind me “I don’t know how easy I have it!!”
FILM: THE SIEGE OF JADOTVILLE AT GLÓRACH: Through the very kind assistance of Helena Quinn, we look forward to showing the film The Siege of Jadotville on Saturday evening, October 29. The siege took place during the United Nations intervention in the Katanga conflict in the Congo in 1961, and saw a small group of Irish peacemakers bravely holding out for as long as they could in the face of Katangan rebels who had a vastly superior numerical advantage. Helena's father Tadhg was a corporal in that company and we will be having a question and answer session with Tadhg after the screening of the film. The film has received critical acclaim, but most importantly has been given the thumbs up from the surviving veterans of the siege. We hope to raise funds for both the Glórach Community Theatre and also for Fr. Tim Galvin's missionary work in Sudan, where Helena has volunteered in recent years. Doors open at 7.30 pm and the film will begin at 8. At the time of writing there are just 30 seats left so so booking is essential at 0871383940 to avoid disappointment. Keep an eye on the Glórach Facebook page for further updates.
Dennis Sullivan and Mary Sullivan Sullivan
102 Pioneer Irish of Onondaga
Dennis Sullivan and his wife, Mary Sullivan
Sullivan, came to Syracuse from Killarney, County
Kerry, in 1836. They came here to improve their
fortunes, leaving behind them the life of the far-
mer. Dennis found his first work packing salt,
for which he received the standard price of three
cents a barrel, earning about seventy-five cents a
day. After three or four years he was appointed
sexton of Rose Hill Cemetery, and had charge of
the "pest" house on Highland Street, where the
victims of small-pox were housed. Dr. Pease was
then health officer. For five years he worked as
sexton and superintendent and then lost his job
because of the enmity of a man who hated his race
and did not want an Irishman to be above his
grave. The man's name, strangely enough, was
Dennis Sullivan then bought a farm near Split
Rock and lived there two years. Returning to
the city he bought a horse and cart and spent
twenty years in carting. He drove the same
horse for the whole period of twenty years, surely
a record and a proof of his humanity.
Welcome as a mother's arms to a sick child is
his native land to the suffering man. In his ill-
ness exile becomes a distressing circumstance.
Thomas Griffin and his wife, Ellen Lynch, and
their nine children came to Syracuse from Tralee,
County Kerry, in 1846. After several years
Thomas fell sick, and in his misery vowed a vow
that he would return to the land of his fathers.
He kept his vow in 1852 but, later, returned to
Syracuse with children and grandchildren. Two
sons, John and James, remained in Liverpool,
England, one son, Thomas, went South. His
daughter Mary married John, son of John and
Margaret Gallavan McDonald of Tralee, and came
with him to Syracuse. The other children who
reached maturity are Bridget, Michael, and Ellen.
Thomas Griffin was a grocer in Tralee, but here
he engaged in the clothing business at the corner of
Clinton and Water Streets. Some of his patron-
age was from travellers on the packet-boat.
One day two Irish boys boimd for the west were
put ashore at the packet-dock to die victims of
ship fever. Father Heas came to administer the
last rites of the Church. There was no shelter
for the unfortunates, for no one dared to receive
them. Thomas McManus as messenger for the
priest found Thomas Griffin ready to construct a
shed in the rear of his premises for the reception
of the dying youths.
Patrick Griffin left his home in Ballylongfort,
County Kerry, to board a man-of-war, the
Rodney, in 1846. With 11 00 men it sailed the
Mediterranean, stopping at many ports, on to
Alexandria. One day they passed a vessel bear-
ing Pope Pius the Ninth and gave him the royal
salute of twenty-one guns. Returning to the At-
lantic, the cruise was along the west coast of
Africa to Cape of Good Hope and thence to Ports-
mouth. Here Patrick was paid off for two years
and nine months of service and with the money
came to America. First he revisited his home and
saw the dreadful effects of the famine. Many of
his friends were dead.
In Syracuse he for the first time in his life was
sick. The prevalent fever and ague quenched his
desire for further travel. His first work was as
porter in the Brintnell Hotel. There were then
only two houses on Onondaga Street and one or
two on Fayette and nothing but swamp and fields
between the two streets.
WILLIAM TOBIN was in Otisco before 1850.
He was the son of John and Mary Hickey
Tobin, parish of Castle Island, County Kerry.
The other children of the family came to Otisco
after William. They are: William, who married
Mary McGuire; Mary, who married John Long;
John, who married Ann Sullivan; Richard, who
married Joanna Kinney; Patrick, who married
Ellen Ready ; Julia, who married Patrick Kinsella ;
and Cornelius, who married Martha McGuire.
The children of Richard and Joanna Kinney
Tobin are: Mary, who married Michael Lucid;
Sarah, who married Dennis Curtin. Their other
children are Julia, Ellen, James, John, Bessie, and
Kate, the four first of whom went to California.
38 Pioneer Irish of Onondaga
James Lynch was the son of Cornelius and Jo-
anna Dooling Lynch of Tralee, County Kerry,
Ireland. Originally from the city of Dublin,
Cornelius Lynch married and settled among the
relatives of his wife in Kerry. Their sons, James
and John, both came to Onondaga County.
John Lynch, son of Cornehus and Joanna Dool-
ing Lynch, of County Kerry, Ireland, came to
Sahna in 1833, where his brother James had been
estabUshed since 1824. John had married Mary,
the daughter of Dennis Scanlon of County Kerry,
and they had brought with them from Ireland their
eight children. One child was born on board ship
and the youngest was born after they had taken
up their residence on a farm in Dewitt. There
William Fitzsimmons, a native of Limerick, Ireland.
Her two sons, William and Robert Walton Ealden,
served in the I22d Regiment, N. Y. Vol. Inf., in the
Civil War. Robert was nineteen years old when
he enlisted, begging to be allowed to go with his
brother. Both contracted consumption, William
by swimming the Potomac to save some army
records and becoming chilled. He died in Los
Angeles. Most of the Fitzsimmons children
located in California.
T. E. Cheney. From a Forest to a City.
Patrick Shaunessy and his wife, Mary Bustin,
came from Stone Hall, County Limerick, to
Syracuse about 1830. They had married very
young and Patrick was eager to come to America
when the boys of his neighborhood made up a
party to emigrate. He had paid his pound
sterling as guarantee, but his mother insisted that
he forfeit the deposit and wait until his family
could come with him. The boys who sailed
went down with the ship.
Michael Leyden, from whose note-book the above
extracts were taken, came to this country, from
Ennis, County Clare, Ireland, bringing with him
his wife, Anna Walton, daughter of Thomas, and
their five children, John, Michael, Jr., Mary,
George, and Anna.
The note-book above shows that he left Limerick April I, 1824, and reached New York May
7th, and May i8th left New York, paying eleven
dollars for their passage to Manlius. He evidently
came on to Salina and made various payments to
It was early in the War of Independence that
John Walsh of Skaneateles enlisted and his
service lasted until peace was declared. In 1775
he enlisted in Col. Paul Dudley Loyrant's regiment,
in Captain William Scott's company, and served
E. N. Leslie.
Stack Salina 13
Thomas was the son of Thomas and Elizabeth
Stack McCarthy and when a boy about fourteen,
according to the custom of the country, he was
bound out until he was twenty-one. He went
to Dublin and there learned the draper's trade,
which he and his descendants exercised for more
than a century in this County. Under the condi-
tions of apprenticeship in Dublin, the apprentice
entered the family of his employer and worked in
the latter's shop, for which privileges the appren-
tice's father paid the employer a certain number of
pounds sterling a year. Whether it was the father
or step-father of Thomas who paid the fees, the
term of apprenticeship had not expired when his
mother came to America. When at last he was
free he invested his savings in merchandise and
with his brother John came to join his mother.
John settled in Canada and Thomas at Salt
W. W. Clayton says:
The nucleus of the present church of the Immacu-
late Conception was formed by several families resid-
ing at Fayetteville and Manlius Square from 1846-
1855. Among these may be mentioned John Farrell,
John McCarrick, John O'Brien, and Jeremiah Bohan
of the former place, and Edward Gaynor, John Sheedy,
Patrick Holland, Timothy Holland, John Shea, Patrick
Tobin, William Griffin, John Kennelly, Patrick
Maloney, Michael Foley, Thomas Flattery, and others
residing at Manlius Square.
Church Clark writes^:
Church of St. John the Baptist
In 1829 St. John's Roman Catholic Church in the
village of Salina was commenced and enclosed by the
exertions of Thomas McCarthy and James Lynch and
a few other Roman Catholics and the liberal donations
of their Protestant fellow-citizens in the villages of
Salina and Syracuse, and by collections made by said
McCarthy and Lynch from their friends in Utica,
Albany, and New York. Rt. Rev. John DuBois was
then bishop of the diocese of New York, and for the
two succeeding years the congregation being small was
visited by clergymen only once a month. Rev.
Francis O'Donohue, Rev. James O'Donnell, Rev.
Haes, and Rev. Cummings are the priests (Irish) who
have had charge there.
“If things can go wrong, they will”. That is Murphy’s law and though it is a very pessimistic view what may happen it is occasionally correct. I was reminded of this the other day when I came across an old edition of Treoir, the Comhaltas magazine, that contained an article on a Tour of America I was involved in way back in 1973. I think this was only our second visit to the North American continent and for the first time we were to visit venues in Canada. Our first hiccup occurred at the Canadian border. It was the custom at the time to bring records and tapes of the artists for sale at the interval. This was a good money-spinner and we had no problem with customs in New York because one of the Comhaltas members worked there and, as long as we declared them as presents for the families who would act as hosts to the travelling musicians, singers and dancers, they were allowed through. Not so at the Canadian customs. The big trolley of goods was halted and our leader, Diarmuid O Catháin, was trying to explain the situation here. He told the official that they were presents for the host families as each case was taken off and opened. In fairness we would need to have been staying for six months to get rid of all the goods! Eventually the official put his hands in the air and shouted to his fellow officials who were nearby: “Hey guys, come on over; we got Santa Claus here” the place erupted in laughter and after we all had time to recover we were allowed through on payment of a small fine. Our next clanger was that afternoon in Montreal. We had a matinee performance in Leo’s Boy’s Club, a club set up to cater for underprivileged youths. We always began our concerts with the Irish and American anthems and, not realising the fact that we were in a different country and a city that is anti-American, we played the Soldier’s Song followed by the “Star Spangled Banner”. We were greeted by silence at first, closely followed by boos. Talk about egg on your face!. Eventually, after profuse apologies, we continued with the concert and won the crowd over before the interval by promising free gifts to all. As musical director, it was my job to get things right for the main concert that night. I went down town and found a music shop. They supplied me with the score of “O Canada”, one of the nicest anthems. A few quick rehearsals and we opened that night as if we had been playing it all our lives.
On that same tour we had two lady singers who could pass anything except a sweet shop. We had been through Canada and were at the airport in Ottawa ready to go back to Montreal for the final appearance in the country. Our flight was called and we made our way to the gate. All were accounted for except the two ladies. No mobile phones in those days so we couldn’t contact them. They didn’t make the flight. I had to make arrangements to fly them out on the next available flight and of course I had to stay with them to ensure they got on ok. I found the two of them filling their faces in a café, oblivious to the time. Eventually our flight took off. It was bound for Paris but was touching down in Montreal. The girls did not know this and when the captain announced, soon after we were airborne, that we were on board the flight to Paris, they panicked. One of them stood up and shouted “stop the plane, I can’t go to Paris, I have to be at a concert in Montreal tonight”. Needless to say this provided light entertainment for the flight attendants and the other passengers. I managed to calm them down and we eventually arrived, just in time to go on stage. That was our first visit to Canada, one I certainly will never forget, for all the wrong reasons.
Domhnall de Barra
ZIKA virus has spread to 20 countries in Latin America and the Caribbean, and five governments have reacted to the news by advising women to avoid pregnancy until the epidemic has been controlled, perhaps for several years. Brazil’s ministry of health announced on Thursday that it is investigating 3,670 reported cases of microcephaly. Thus far, it has confirmed the condition in 404 infants — with just 17 of these cases linked to the Zika virus — and found that 709 infants do not have the condition.
WELSH WAR 1; For many of the men who returned home after 1918 (and around seven out of eight servicemen did return alive) their experiences of life beyond their home patch had changed their outlook, and they had difficulty going back to their previous way of life. They had gained knowledge of the outside world, perhaps lost their innocence, and it was tricky to try to put the genie back into the bottle.
SMALL FEET ARE IMPORTANT Women of China Still Consider Them ■ Sign of Beauty and Culture.
Mariposa Gazette, Volume LVI, Number 40, 25 February 1911
"All the Chinese ladles of superior rank, and even those of the middle class, will strive by every means in their power to make their feet small," said Rev. Father Martin Kennelly, (a native of Listowel) If the women did not have small feet, continued the missionary, who has spent 25 years preaching the Gospel to the Orientals, "they would find it most difficult to secure a husband. From a long standing custom In China small feet are signs of culture, refinement. education and beauty." Father Kennelly has been attached to the Jesuit mission in Shanghai for a quarter of a century, and Is the only Catholic priest from an English speaking country in the Shanghai province, and one of the ten In all of China, the vast majority of Catholic priests in the empire coming from European countries. In America," said the missionary, "where woman occupies so Important a position In society, it is hard to realise the true state of affairs In China. A Chinese wife has little or no standing In society, and even but little authority in her own family, as her jurisdiction Is confined to the daughters who are less than eight years of age. Girls are considered of no account In the family, and at their marriage they are separated from their own family forever and become merged Into that of their husband, "When a marriage Is to take place the husband gives a dowry to the wife, which Is almost the same as a purchase of the woman for so much money. The girls were considered of so little importance that It Is only within the last five years that the Chinese could be prevailed upon to allow them to be educated. This is a great step forward, as at present the government and the missions are educating the women."
Mary Schackion,Co. Kerry. Admitted to New York City Alms House, 18th May 1864.
Mary was a 28-year-old single woman when she was admitted. Her mother had been from Kerry, while her father was a Co. Clare carpenter. Mary was unable to read or write and had worked as a domestic. The cause of her dependence was rheumatism, from which it was felt she was unlikely to recover.
Catherine Brown, Aghada?, Co. Cork. Admitted to Kings County Alms House, 1865.
Catherine was 50-years-old and widowed when admitted. She had been in New York for 8 years. Her father was recorded as being a farmer from Co. Limerick. She was unable to read or write and was a housekeeper by profession. She had one child. Her cause of dependence was described as resulting from old age and destitution. It was determined that she would remain a dependent.
James O’Rourke, Co. Limerick. Admitted to Albany City Alms House, 7th June 1861.
James was recorded as a 40 year-old widower when he was admitted. He had spent his working life as a tailor, and in 1861 had one surviving child. His father in Limerick had been a farmer; James had received some education as he was able to read and write. The cause of his dependence was recorded as insanity, from which it was felt he would not recover. Despite this it was still felt that he may be able to do some farm work in the future. It was said that his ‘insanity is supposed to have been cause in this case by excessive drinking. Is very violent at times exacting much of the attendants time to keep him quiet. Is not unclean in person or habits. It cannot be learned that any other member of the family were insane.’
James O’Harra, Co. Limerick. Admitted to Monroe County Poor House, 14th June 1863.
James was a 40-year-old married man when he was admitted. He was a laborer, as his father had been before him. He could read but not write and had never become a naturalized citizen. The cause of his dependence was recorded as a ‘rupture.’ He was thought able for light farm work, but the potential for his recovery was deemed improbable. It was noted that ‘J. O. Harra is a chronic pauper. He is husband to No. 34′ [suggesting his wife was also in the Poor House].
EPILEPSY drug found to cause autism...
Women who take valproate (Depacon) during pregnancy may increase the risk of childhood autism and its spectrum disorders in their children, a population-based study showed.
In utero exposure to the drug was associated with a five-fold elevated risk of autism and three-fold elevated risk for autism spectrum disorder, Jakob Christensen, PhD, of Denmark's Aarhus University Hospital, and colleagues found.
NOBEL: Established by Swedish inventor Alfred Nobel in 1895, the Nobel Prize is a set of annual awards bestowed upon individuals in recognition of cultural and/or scientific advances in six categories - Literature, Chemistry, Economics, Physics, World Peace, and Medicine.
Between 1901 and 2013, the Nobel Prize has been awarded to approximately 855 laureates.
At least 193 (22%) of them have been Jewish.
MISSION in Tarbert till 25th Oct 2013.
John Pridmore, The Presbytery, Gowel, Carrick on Shannon, Co. Leitrim
born in the east end of London. At the age of 10, his parents got divorced and he made an unconscious decision not to love any more.
At the age of 13, started stealing. By 15 put in a detention centre (youth prison), left home after having been released, my only qualification was stealing, so that's what he did. At 19 in prison again and because the way he dealt with pain was with anger, was always fighting. They put him on 23 hour solitary confinement and came out of there even more angry and bitter.
He had Money, power, girls, drugs the lot. But yet there was something missing.
His life began to change and began working with at risk youth .
More at http://johnpridmore.yolasite.com/about-me.php
“We need a 21st-century definition of cancer instead of a 19th-century definition of cancer, which is what we’ve been using,” said Dr. Otis W. Brawley, the chief medical officer for the American Cancer Society, who was not directly involved in the report.
The impetus behind the call for change is a growing concern among doctors, scientists and patient advocates that hundreds of thousands of men and women are undergoing needless and sometimes disfiguring and harmful treatments for premalignant and cancerous lesions that are so slow growing they are unlikely to ever cause harm.
More than 40 percent of established practices studied were found to be ineffective or harmful, 38 percent beneficial, and the remaining 22 percent unknown. Among the practices found to be ineffective or harmful were the routine use of hormone therapy in postmenopausal women; high-dose chemotherapy and stem cell transplant, a complex and expensive treatment for breast cancer that was found to be no better than conventional chemotherapy; and intensive glucose lowering in Type 2 diabetes patients in intensive care, which not only failed to reduce cardiovascular events but actually increased mortality.
, PepsiCo’s VP of Global Public Policy, Paul Boykas stated that “Senomyx will not use HEK cells or any other tissues or cell lines derived from human embryos or fetuses for research performed on behalf of PepsiCo.”
Tom Nestor born Coolcappa, He now lives in Birr County Offaly has donated his papers to the University of Limerick. The material is contained in 110 files and covers the years from 1964 to 2012. he is a regular contributor to Ireland’s Own Magazine
O’Brien Press is launching a series of 16 books documenting the lives of the 16 men who were executed for their part in the Easter Rising of 1916. At present 3 of the books are on sale James Connolly, Joseph Plunkett, and Michael Mallin.
Back to Life
by HHAmbrose on Mar 25, 2012 • 8:54 am
March 25, 2012
I had to drive about 10 miles to a hospital where there was an emergency call.
I drove quickly, thinking that the nurse in charge of the ER, Anne, would be waiting for me. I knew her and her husband and children from the parish. When I walked in I could see paramedics at the foot of the only occupied gurney there, so I hurried and walked in. “Sorry, Fr. John, you’re too late. He’s gone.” Anne said, smiling. She had a lot of compassion, but also understood that I’d come as fast as I could. They were removing wires from an older man. I noticed that he was wearing a Brown Scapular, one of the old cloth ones. I reached and said “He’s wearing an old fashioned Scapular”. When I touched it there was a beep from a monitor, then another. The nurse, Anne, said “What did you do?” I said “Nothing!” She and another nurse jumped to work, reconnecting wires and calling for help. The Paramedics stood with their jaws dropped. The patient opened his eyes and said (in an Irish accent) “Oh, good, Father. I’ve been waiting for you. I want to go to Confession.” I nearly fell over. I’d done nothing but seen and touched his Scapular. The next thing I knew they were working on him. He didn’t get to go to Confession, but I gave him an emergency absolution as they worked. One of the Paramedics asked if I was OK and sat me in a chair.
A couple of weeks later the man came to me for Confession and told me that the doctor couldn’t figure out what happened and had to tear up the Death Certificate he’d already started to fill out. The Paramedics had come to see him in the hospital and shown him their notes. At the bottom of the page they’d written the time and place of his death and then in big bold letters had added “BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE BY GOD”.
Miracles still happen. And no, I didn’t do it. It just happened according to God’s will. Why does He intervene in some cases and not in others? I really don’t know. I haven’t figured that out yet. But I do know that God has worked miracles in my life, the most important for me not being what He did for someone else, but what He has done over and over to bring me back from sin and death, through the Sacraments into His Covenant Relationship.
That man still had to die a natural death to be raised from the dead into eternal life. The resurrection Jesus offers all of us is eternal too. And that’s what we look forward to at Easter.
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Much of what I learned in school about St. Patrick has no basis in history, writes Sean Sean McDonagh.
He did not come to Ireland in 432 AD, with papal approval to convert the Irish. We know from Prosper’s Chronicles that Palladius was ordained by Pope Celestine in 431 AD and was sent “as the first bishop, to the Irish who believe in Christ.” He probably arrived in Ireland in 432 AD.
Legend tells us that Patrick banished the snakes from Ireland. In fact, the absence of snakes was as a result of our island geography. Reptiles were not able to cross over the land bridge from Britain at the end of the last ice-age.
There is no historical evidence for the claim that St. Patrick converted the High King of Ireland at Tara and used the shamrock as a catechetical tool to explain the doctrine of the Trinity to the king and his retinue.
Finally, the parade which now is such a central element in current St. Patrick’s Day celebrations around the world owes it origins to the Irish Americans in New York. According to The New York Gazette the first parade took place in 1756.
So, should we decommission St. Patrick and send him into the saints’ limbo with Sts. George, Philomena and Christopher?
Not at all, St. Patrick has left us two wonderful documents, his Confessio and his Letter to Coroticus. The issues which are discussed in those two documents are as relevant to the well-being of the Church in Ireland as they were when Patrick wrote them in the 5th century.
In order to understand the cultural journey which St. Patrick undertook, it is important to situate him in his own historical milieu. He tells us in the first paragraph of his Confessio that his father, Calpornius, was a deacon and his grandfather, Potitus was a priest. His family were quite well off as they possessed a country seat.
As he grew up, Patrick would have imbibed the attitudes of Roman citizens towards barbarians. Roman rule extended from the foothills of Scotland, through western European and North Africa over into Asia Minor and as far east and south as Persia. Roman citizens believed that their empire stood at the apex of human achievements. Despite the violence which was often used to extend the boundaries, Romans believed that their empire had brought peace and prosperity to the known world.
One of the great tools in achieving this flowering of human endeavour was the city of Rome itself and other Roman cities across the Empire. Barbarians did not have cities and they were utterly depraved. The extent of this depravity is given to us in lured details by the Strabo a geographer and historian (64 BC -21 AC). He described the Irish as “more savage than the Britons, since they are man-eaters as well as heavy eaters, and since, further, they count it an honourable thing, when their fathers die, to devour them, and openly to have intercourse, not only with other women, but also with their mothers and sisters.”
Many of the senior Church leaders in Briton, who were criticising Patrick’s mission among the Irish, would have shared similar views about the Irish. For them the Irish needed to be civilised first by taking on the Roman values, before being Christianised.
In the very first line of the Confessio, which was written partly as a response to these charges, Patrick rejects this caricature and identifies himself with the Irish. He writes,” I am Patrick, a sinner, most unlearned, the least of all faithful and utterly despised by many.” The Latin word which he uses is rusticissimus, which is the word Romans would have used to dismiss Barbarians. Even though Patrick was kidnapped and enslaved by Irish people, he did not see them as murderous barbarians. In fact, he was grateful for what happened, because it was during his times in Ireland that he recovered his faith and developed a prayer life which sustained him throughout the rest of his life. In his writings Patrick refers to the Irish as the plebs Dei or the people of God. Their conversion has been so profound that “the sons and daughters of the kings of the Irish are seen to be monks and virgins.”
Patrick’s detractors accused him of not being worthy to be a missionary to the Irish. Rather than deny the charge, Patrick points to a similar criticism made
about St. Paul by the Corinthians (I Cor. 2: 1-5). Like Paul he came in weakness and did not use plausible words of wisdom, but he relied on the Holy Spirit, in order that their faith might not rest on human wisdom but on the power of God. We thank God for that faith and I wish you beannachtaí Lá Fhéile Pádraig oraibh go léir (May the blessings of St. Patrick’s Day be upon all of you).
Lima Dec 2011 school teacher from Kerry
My work in Manuel Duato School, 35 years old this year.
Overall it’s a happy place, though from a western perspective, somewhat disorganised. The children are loved and the work gets done. I have been working mostly with a group of nine children - Jemina, Cristhian, Emmanuel, Jean Carlos, Estrella, Anthony, Yuyita, Tifany and Rodolfo, all of whom have a physical disability and so this group is lead by Flor, a physiotherapist.
But all the children have very different needs in light of very different levels of both motor and intellectual disability. This poses many challenges. Parents too are equally varied in their needs. Some have expectations, others don’t and so are not so open to any change that might be possible. I have had to be content with this too, coming slowly to realise that the daily journey to the school is made for many reasons. Others can’t afford to make that daily journey!
I have met parents, siblings, uncles, aunts and neighbours who are all part of the Duato family. Some parents have more that one child with additional needs and now that the 5-week summer break is here I wonder what that will mean for them!
Some will attend the 5-week long non-residential summer camp held in the school but, for many, this will be too expensive - 60 soles or 14 euro. It will be a good way to spend some of the Irish gifted money.
I have done some training with parents over three sessions and this seems to have gone quite well. All have coped with my emerging Spanish/Castellano.
My school day is 8am to 1pm. It’s in walking distance so I hope it’s helping to keep me fit! Though the walk home at 1pm means sun cream(factor 80), my hat and trying to find the shady side of the street.
My work with adults with additional needs has evolved slowly since my arrival and is now being done mostly through art projects - painting, making cards of the famous Nazca lines for Advent and of course now for Christmas. It’s a relaxed way of working and allows me to enter their world in a gentle way.
Of course my life has not been all “work”. I have done lots of dancing, both of various folk dances and popular. Dancing is an integral part of life here and even the babies and young children are already dancing.
martyrdom of Father Francisco Vera, Parish Priest of Sangre y Cuerpo de Cristo in the city of Jalostotitlan, Jalisco.Mexico. He was celebrating the Mass in secret for his people, but was discovered, and sentenced to death. He was not allowed to remove his vestments, and this photograph was sent to President Calles by the leader of the squad, to prove how zealous he was being against the Church. This took place sometime early in April, 1927. Father Vera’s body was taken to a garbage dump outside the city, and was further desecrated.
For every look at self take ten looks at Christ Robert Murray M'Cheyne
Love Me Love My Dog... and my pigs and my cows...
Graham Clarke met Jo on a Lowdham Young Farmers trip to Ballybunion on the
West Coast of Ireland when he was just 16.
March 2004 BBC
Oxford's Chris Kennelly believes his crew were robbed by an umpiring
decision in favour of Cambridge in the 150th Boat Race.
Last Updated: Monday, 14 March, 2005, 10:12 GMT
Women's WCT ratings after 6 events:
1. Sofia Mulanovich 5268 points
2. Chelsea Georgeson 5040 points
3. Layne Beachley 3765 points
4. Rochelle Ballard 3744 points
5. Megan Abubo 3564 points
6. Melanie Redman-Carr 3156 points
7. Keala Kennelly 3744 points
8. Rebecca Woods 2952 points
9. Jacqueline Silva 2736 points
9. Samantha Cornish 2736 points
Child's play at 20,000 toy museum
A collection of 20,000 toys is to be put on display at a new museum of
childhood in west Wales.
The museum, at Pen-ffynnon Farm near Llangeler in Carmarthenshire, has been
planned for more than 10 years by three toy collectors.
The trio have spent a combined 120 years amassing their collection.
It includes toys from as far back as the 18th century and covers everything
from dolls, train sets and toy cars to a talking parrot.
Collectors Paul and Hilary Kennelly and Vic Davey are behind the West Wales
Museum of Childhood.
As well as providing amusement for children of all ages, the toys also
provide an insight into the social conditions of the period, according to
"We have got a Noah's Ark made [in the UK] during the Great War [WWI]
because there was a great feeling against German toys, and this was the
start of the British toy industry," Mr Kennelly told BBC Radio Wales.
"We have got toys made during the Second World War when the toy
manufacturers were on essential work, so granddad had to go out to the shed
and make things from wood."
Mrs Kennelly said: "An awful lot of toys reflect the political, the social
attitudes of the times they were made, and that is a very interesting facet
The oldest toy in the collection is a little girl's tea set dating back to
The collection also includes one of the first fully articulated baby dolls.
Mrs Kennelly said: "It's only a tiny little thing, about eight inches long,
but its ankles and wrists move and it has this wonderful squeaker in the
"After 150 years, the squeaker still works."
A lack of toys in childhood was the spark for Vic Davey's interest in
collecting them once he was older.
He explained: "I think it's the fact that when I was a kid, we were a poor
"It was just after the war and I didn't have any toys, so I resolved to get
myself a Dinky eight-wheeler, which would have cost me two months' pocket
money, as soon as I got my first working wage."
Mrs Kennelly added: "We have had our collection for so long, and we'd just
love to share it with other people as well.
"Little children can laugh at things their grandparents used to play with.
Grandparents can remember the pain of saving up their pocket money for
Tea-rooms and a shop at the site open on Good Friday, with the museum proper
opening in mid-May.
Mulanovich lost to Keala Kennelly in the quarter-finals - not once gaining a
heat lead over the Hawaiian whom she beat in the final in France last year.
Women's WCT ratings after 6 events:
1. Sofia Mulanovich 5268 points
2. Chelsea Georgeson 5040 points
3. Layne Beachley 3765 points
4. Rochelle Ballard 3744 points
5. Megan Abubo 3564 points
6. Melanie Redman-Carr 3156 points
7. Keala Kennelly 3744 points
8. Rebecca Woods 2952 points
9. Jacqueline Silva 2736 points
9. Samantha Cornish 2736 points
Paul Kennelly, Llangeler
My father was George Albert Kennelly who served with the RAF at Sealand in
the late '20s and early '30s. I have a host of wonderful photos of his time
there including fellow airmen and aircraft along with football team
pictures. One photo is of George stood alongside Winnie Mae, Wyley Posts
transatlantic plane. I am sure these images are of historical importance and
I intend scanning them and making them generally available. One name on a
photo is Bill "Ginger" Dicken and another is Jack Norris. John Seabrooke
also served alongside George at Sealand. Do any of these names ring bells?
It is a very long time ago.
Fri Sep 5 08:45:19 2008
Fire-hit factory workers helped
Workers who lost their jobs when a Plymouth pastry factory burnt down have
been told a city supermarket is recruiting 100 staff.
About 250 employees from Hilliers attended a meeting organised by unions to
hear Safeway is looking for staff to fill the vacancies.
Safeway told the meeting its Outland Road branch was expanding.
Nearly 400 factory employees were made redundant after a large fire
destroyed their workplace in Plympton last week.
Sixty firefighters attended the fire on Friday 15 July, which destroyed
ovens and machinery inside the building of the pastry manufacturer.
The company then announced on Thursday it had gone into administration when
managers said they had no real choice but to call in the administrators.
At the meeting on Friday, representatives from Safeway said they were
holding an open day for potential employees next Tuesday and that staff from
the factory would have many skills they could use.
Safeway Personnel Officer Paul Kennelly said: "A lot of the employees had
good lengths of service with Hilliers. That's very valuable to us.
The US space shuttle Columbia has broken up soon after re-entering the
Earth's atmosphere, killing all seven crew on board.
The space agency Nasa lost contact with the craft about 15 minutes before it
was due to land at the Kennedy Space Center in Florida.
Nasa administrator Sean O'Keefe told a news conference it was a "tragic day"
for the Nasa family.
He paid tribute to the dead crew as "extraordinary" people, and said
everything would be done to help their families through this period.
Mr O'Keefe said there was no indication that the disaster had been caused by
anything or anyone on the ground.
Hundreds of state troopers, police and rescue workers are searching large
areas of rugged terrain in eastern Texas for debris from the shuttle.
President Bush has been briefed about the disaster and is expected to make a
Heightened security had surrounded Columbia's latest mission because of the
presence of Colonel Ramon, the first Israeli in space.
In Israel, officials described events as a national tragedy.
Columbia, which had been due to land at 0916 (1416 GMT) was returning from a
16-day mission orbiting the Earth and was in its re-entry procedure when
contact was lost at about 0900 local time.
Nasa said the shuttle was about 200,000 feet up and travelling at 12,500 mph
(20,000 kph) at the time.
Television pictures showed a vapour trail from the craft as it flew over
It then appeared to disintegrate into several separate vapour trails, and
witnesses in the area said they heard "big bangs".
Texas public safety department spokesman Clive Kennelly said there were more
than 2,000 debris fields, scattered from the small town of Nacogdoches about
170 miles (290 km) south-east of Dallas, to the Louisiana border.
Nasa has warned that any debris found should be avoided as it could be
hazardous, and that people should report such finds to the authorities.
Pieces of debris have been reported in fields and on roads, and one
Nacogdoches resident, Jeff Hancock, said a metal bracket about a foot (30
centimetres) long crashed through his office roof, the Associated Press news
Noel Kennelly Llanfairfechan Safety Action Group
"People are angry, they are upset...emotions are still running high"
Around 150 people packed a meeting in north Wales to discuss their concerns
about a medium secure unit for psychiatric patients in their village.
Ty Llewelyn has been under fire from local residents in Llanfairfechan
Jesuit College New Orleans
Norman Francis earned a B.S. degree from Xavier University of Louisiana in 1952. He then became the first African-American to enroll at Loyola University New Orleans and then Loyola University Law School, where he received his J.D. in 1955.
Francis served in the U.S. Army from 1956-57, and then returned to Xavier as Dean of Men. After holding several other positions at Xavier, he was appointed President in 1968. At Xavier, Francis presided over a major expansion of campus facilities and enrollment growth of 35 per cent.
Civil Rights Era
In 1952, at 21 years of age, Norman Francis was one of two African-American students selected to integrate Loyola University Law School in New Orleans, Louisiana. In 1955 became the school’s first Black graduate. Francis served in the Army for two years, then joined the U.S. Attorney’s Office to help integrate federal agencies. During the turbulent times preceding the Civil Rights Movement he returned to Xavier University to begin his climb up the administrative ladder. In 1961, while serving as dean of men, Francis played a key role in Xavier's decision to house the Freedom Riders – an integrated group testing application of the Supreme Court decision banning discrimination in interstate rail and bus travel – in a campus dormitory after they were flown to New Orleans by Federal Marshals after having been attacked in three Alabama cities (Anniston, Birmingham and Montgomery).citation needed
About that same time, Francis acted as counsel for the Xavier student body president – Rudolph Lombard – who had been arrested for attempting to integrate the lunch counter at McCrory’s on Canal Street in New Orleans. It was those experiences that led Francis to choose the path of education over that of a law career. Ironically, he accepted the presidency at Xavier on the very day that the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr., was assassinated in Memphis in in 1968.citation needed
Honors and awards
Francis has been chairman of the board of Educational Testing Service, The Carnegie Foundation for the Advancement of Teaching and the Southern Education Foundation, and president of the American Association of Higher Education and the United Negro College Fund. He is a fellow of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences. He has received 35 honorary degrees.
In December 2006, Francis was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom.
Norman Francis started out in life as poor and under-privileged, but — as he said later — he did not know that he was poor and under-privileged. Francis was born in Lafayette, Louisiana, the son of poor parents, neither of whom had finished high school. His father was a barber who rode to work each day on a bicycle because the family did not own a car. He earned pocket money by shining shoes on Lafayette's main street. His parents felt that Norman, his three sisters and his brother needed an education. Norman and his brother and sisters attended Catholic schools and his parents saw to it that the children rarely missed school. "I had to have a fever, and really be ill before I dared to try to miss school", he has said. His parents also made certain that the children attended Mass on Sunday, and were punctual in their religious duties.
After he graduated from St. Paul High School in 1948, he turned his interest toward the military, but because of the interest of one of the teaching sisters at St. Paul High School, Norman found himself with a work scholarship to Xavier University in New Orleans. The "work" part of this scholarship landed him in the university library, where he repaired damaged books. By his senior year he had worked himself up to night supervisor of library services. Francis was an honor student and was elected president of his class all four years. In his senior year he was chosen the president of the student body.citation needed
After his graduation from Xavier with a bachelor’s degree, he applied for entrance to Loyola University’s School of Law and was the first black student to be accepted by the school.
He feels that one reason he was accepted was because he had been active in the National Federation of Catholic College students. In that organization he became acquainted with several of the Jesuit fathers on the Loyola University faculty. Francis graduated from Loyola with honors with a Doctor of Jurisprudence degree in 1955 and he began to practice law. He soon decided that the law was not for him. "I could have made a great deal of money," he said later, "but I could help only a few people. The future belongs to those who are educated, so I turned to education."citation needed
Because of his scholastic record, the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament, the religious order which conducts Xavier University, offered him the post of dean of men, which he accepted. He then began a steady rise in administrative positions at the university. From dean of men in 1957, he advanced to director of student personnel services in 1963, assistant to the president for student affairs in 1964, assistant to the president in charge of development in 1965 and executive vice president in 1967.
In 1968 the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament promoted him to the post of president of the university — the first lay, male and black head of the university. During the following 25 years, Francis guided Xavier University’s growth in both size and dimension. The university has more than tripled its enrollment, broadened its curriculum and expanded its campus.
Norman Francis is a member of Alpha Phi Alpha, the first intercollegiate Greek-letter fraternity established for African Americans.1
He belongs to the National Commission on Excellence in Education. He has also served as president of the United Negro College Fund and chairman of the board of directors of the Southern Association of Colleges and Schools and Educational Testing System.
He is chairman of the board of the Southern Education Foundation, a member of the National Advisory Research Council of the U.S. Department of Health and Human Resources, and the National Assessment of Higher Education Program.
He has been a member of the Vatican's Pontifical Commission of Justice and Peace, a member of the Advisory Board of the Society of St. Joseph, a member of the executive committee of the College and University Department of the National Catholic Educational Association, member of the Board of Trustees of the Catholic University of America, member of the Board of Regents of Loyola University, and member of the board of directors of the National Catholic Council for Interracial Justice.
Francis was named among the 100 most effective college presidents in a poll published in the Chronicle of Higher Education. He has been awarded honorary degrees by 35 colleges and universities and he was invested as a Knight of Malta in 1991.
Francis shared the spotlight with his brother, Auxiliary Bishop Joseph Francis of Newark, who retired from active ministry in 1995, and died in 1997.
On November 21, 2008 in New Orleans at the Ernest N. Morial Convention Center, Francis celebrated his 40th year as President of Xavier University at the 40th Anniversary Gala, themed "Legacy for a Legend". The event was hosted by Bill Cosby, and featured a performance by Grammy winner Gladys Knight.
American Civil War
580 Timothy Dalton
143rd Rgmt, IN Inf, born 1835 Ireland, in Allen Co. IN in 1860, wife Johanna also born Ire. , died 1916 at Ft. Wayne, Ind (Allen Co), age 82
263 John Dalton
Pvt. Old Co. A. and Co. K. 5th LA Infty. Enlisted May 7th, 1861, New Orleans, LA Roll to June 30th, 1861, Present, Transfd. from LA Grays to Monroe Rifles, 5th Regt., C. S. A., at Camp Moore, LA, June 4th, 1861. Rolls from July, 1861, to Feb., 1862, Present. Federal Rolls of Prisoners of War, Captured Bottom Bridge, Va., May 2nd, 1862. Forwd. to Fort Monroe, Va., May 24th, 1862. Born Ireland, age 35 years, height 5 ft. 8 in., hair dark, eyes brown, complexion fair. Recd. at Fort Columbus, N. Y. Harbor, June 4th, 1862. Exchanged at Aikens Landing Va., Aug. 5th, 1862. Rolls from July, 1862, to Dec., 1862, Absent. Detailed as Nurse for the wounded. Rolls from Jan., 1863, to May, 1863, Absent. Detailed as Hospl. Nurse, Aug. -, 1862. Has not reported since. Roll for May and June, 1863, dated Aug. 10th, 1863, Detailed as Hospl. Nurse, Aug. 25th, 1862. Deserted.
321 Martin Dalton
1st Bn, TN Inf. (Colm's) Co. B, b. Ireland, wife Margaret.
580 Timothy Dalton
143rd Rgmt, IN Inf, born 1835 Ireland, in Allen Co. IN in 1860, wife Johanna also born Ire. , died 1916 at Ft. Wayne, Ind (Allen Co), age 82
Captain D. P. Conyngham was an officer in the Irish Brigade and described the incident shortly after the war:
"I had a Sergeant Driscoll, a brave man, and one of the best shots in the Brigade. When charging at Malvern Hill , a company was posted in a clump of trees, who kept up a fierce fire on us, and actually charged out on our advance. Their officer seemed to be a daring, reckless boy, and I
said to Driscoll, 'if that officer is not taken down, many of us will fall before we pass that clump.'
'Leave that to me,' said Driscoll; so he raised his rifle, and the moment the officer exposed himself again bang went Driscoll, and over went the officer, his company at once breaking away.
As we passed the place I said, 'Driscoll, see if that officer is dead - he was a brave fellow.'
I stood looking on. Driscoll turned him over on his back. He opened his eyes for a moment, and faintly murmured 'Father,' and closed them forever.
I will forever recollect the frantic grief of Driscoll; it was harrowing to witness. He was his son, who had gone South before the war.
And what became of Driscoll afterwards? Well, we were ordered to charge, and I left him there; but, as we were closing in on the enemy, he rushed up, with his coat off, and, clutching his musket, charged right up at the enemy, calling on the men to follow. He soon fell, but jumped up again. We knew he was wounded. On he dashed, but he soon rolled over like a top. When we came up he was dead, riddled with bullets."
Conyngham, D.P., The Irish Brigade and Its Campaigns, With Some Accounts of the Corcoran Legion, and Sketches of the Principal Officers, (1867) (reprinted in Botkin, B.A., A Civil War Treasury of Tales, Legends and Folklore, 1960); McPherson, James P, Battle Cry of Freedom: The Civil War Era, (1988)
How To Cite This Article:
"Battlefield Tragedy, 1862" EyeWitness to History, www.eyewitnesstohistory.com (1999).
Traveling on an Emigrant Train, 1879
It was 1879 and twenty-eight-year-old Robert Louis Stevenson - future author of the novels Kidnapped and Treasure Island - was in love. Her name was Fanny Osborne. She was an American, ten years his senior and married to another man. The two had met in France three years earlier and Stevenson had fallen hopelessly in love. She returned to California and her husband, but in 1879, Stevenson received a cable from her that immediately set him off on a voyage to be by her side.
Stevenson's parents were not happy with his plans and refused to fund his journey - so the young author decided to travel to America as an emigrant. This allowed him to take advantage of the low one-way fares to America offered by the American railroads. Special "Emigrant Boats" sailed to America's eastern ports and were met by "Emigrant Trains" that carried the foreign passengers to their final destinations. Stevenson kept a journal of his experience and soon turned this into a book.
"There was a Babel of bewildered men, women, and children."
We join Stevenson's story after he has landed in New York City. A ferry has taken him and his fellow emigrants across the Hudson River to board the Emigrant Train:
"There was a Babel of bewildered men, women, and children. The wretched little booking-office, and the baggage-room, which was not much larger, were crowdedthick with emigrants, and were heavy and rank with the atmosphere of dripping clothes.
I followed the porters into a long shed reaching downhill from West Street to the river. It was dark, the wind blew clean through it from end to end; and here I found a great block of passengers and baggage, hundreds of one and tons of the other. I feel I shall have a difficulty to make myself believed; and certainly the scene must have been exceptional, for it was too dangerous for daily repetition. It was a tight jam; there was no fair way through the mingled mass of brute and living obstruction. Into the upper skirts of the crowd, porters, infuriated by hurry and overwork, clove their way with shouts.
The landing at Jersey was done in, a stampede. I had a fixed sense of calamity, and to judge by conduct, the same persuasion was common to us all. A panic selfishness, like that produced by fear, presided over the disorder of our landing. People pushed - and elbowed - and ran, their families following how they could. Children fell, and were picked up to be rewarded by a blow. One child, who had lost her parents, screamed steadily and with increasing shrillness, as though verging towards a fit; an official kept her by him, but no one else seemed so much as to remark her distress; and I am ashamed to say that I ran among the rest. I was so weary that I had twice to make a halt and set down my bundles in the hundred yards or so between the pier and the railway station, so that I was quite wet by the time that I got under cover. There was no waiting-room, no refreshment-room; the cars were locked; and for at least another hour, or so it seemed, we had to camp upon the draughty, gas-lit platform."
Christ And Antichrist
A Sermon At The Mass Of Requiem For Those Who Fell In Defence Of Rome
Cardinal Henry Edward Manning
Vicar of Christ and Ruler of the World, Pope Pius IX, shown Giving His Benediction to Catholic Military Defenders of His Domains
"In that little band were men of noble blood, of time-honoured memory, of high culture, fighting side by side with simple, hard-handed, broad-hearted peasants, who, full of devotion, left their hamlets and their homes to defend the Vicar of our Lord, and with striplings of seventeen, eighteen, and nineteen years of age, mature in faith, and the manhood of Christian chivalry. These were the men who, forsaking home and all that life holds best and dearest, went to bear arms as private soldiers, without hire and without hope, except that of defending the person and authority of the Vicar of Christ, and of shedding their blood, if need be, in the justest warfare and for the holiest cause." -Cardinal Manning
CHRIST AND ANTICHRIST: A SERMON AT THE MASS OF REQUIEM FOR THOSE WHO FELL IN DEFENCE OF ROME.
BY CARDINAL HENRY EDWARD MANNING
In Today's Catholic World (TCW)
April 15, 2007 A.D.
(Minneapolis) -April 15- In 1867 as the Freemasons of Modern Italy attempted to sack Eternal Rome (that is situated in that region of Western Europe) many Catholics from all parts of Christendom, including Italy, courageously dropped all they were doing/their plans and converged to the locale of the Holy See to protect Christ's Vicar (Pope Pius IX and His domains) as generations of past European Catholics had always done (i.e. helped defend the Pope from evil aggressors).
In Today's Catholic World is posting an important sermon from His Excellency, Cardinal Henry Edward Manning, who eloquently and justly shows the honor due to these Catholic military heroes and specifically to certain ones who bravely gave their lives (140 years ago) for de fide in the war (that continues today) against satanic masonry.
Of course a prudent (as directed by the True Hierarchy) Catholic military option against the sacrilegious V-2 criminal usurpers of Church property is both holy and lawful. Pray for Papal Restoration.-The Editor
Basilica di S. Pietro, Roma
Christ And Antichrist
A Sermon At The Mass Of Requiem For Those Who Fell In Defence Of Rome
Cardinal Henry Edward Manning, Archbishop of Westminster
(Given in 1867 A.D.)
We fools counted their life madness, and their end without honour. Behold, they are
numbered among the children of God, and their lot is among the Saints. WISDOM, v. 4-5.
THERE is a day to come which will reverse the confident judgments of men. In that day 'the first shall be last and the last first.' The wise in this world will be fools, and the fools in this world wise. The mad in this world will be the heirs of a better. It is no wonder to us that, day after day, base, craven, hireling names should be showered upon the noble-hearted men who have joyfully laid down their lives for the Vicar of Jesus Christ. I should break the peace of this hour if I were to repeat the heartless and bitter railings which have been pelted at them. They would taint the fragrance of this sanctuary. I will, therefore, examine the cause for which they fell; and I will appeal from their nameless accusers to a tribunal which is seldom unjust to the broad, calm, common sense of Englishmen, and to the nobler and higher instincts of Christians.
The dead for whose repose we offer the Holy Sacrifice to-day were slain in battle for the defence of the sacred person of the Vicar of Jesus Christ, of his lawful authority over the city which, under the providence of God, he and his predecessors have held, by martyrdom, suffering, and sovereignty, for 1,800 years; for the liberty of his person and office as Head of the Universal Church, for his supreme guardianship of the faith and law of Jesus Christ, in which all Christendom has its vital interest; and finally, for the rights and spiritual liberties of the whole Catholic world.
If it be madness or baseness to die for such a cause, tell me what cause is holy, what cause is glorious? If the world call such men hirelings, the whole Christian world will honour them as martyrs; and we will bide the sentence of the Judge from Whom is no appeal.
There was a time when the whole of Western Christendom held it to be noble and glorious to volunteer in arms to defend the Holy Sepulchre from the powers of Mahometanism. Why is it not in like manner noble and glorious to defend the Vicar of Jesus Christ, the liberty, the purity of the Church itself from an anti-Christian revolution? If it was an act of Christian chivalry to defend the frontiers of Christendom, why is it not both Christian and chivalrous to defend its head and centre? If it was a noble courage to fight and to fall for the Christian liberty and purity of souls and of homes threatened by Mahometanism, how is it ignoble and hireling to defend the Christian Church at the centre of its liberty, purity, and life, against the violence of men who have blasphemously trumpeted their hatred of Christianity, and stained the cities of Italy with impurity and blood? If a war for justice be sacred, and if all Christians may lawfully and with dignity help their brethren of every nation, and die in such a cause, how can a Christian hand write names of infamy upon them? I appeal from such wresting of judgment to the Christian conscience arid Christian justice of Englishmen. I say, of Englishmen, because the hearts and consciences of Irishmen are already wounded and burning at this violation of every instinct of their faith.
But perhaps we shall be told that Rome is the capital of Italy.
We deny it. Rome is not the capital of Italy. It is the capital of Christendom. God has so made it, and man cannot unmake it. All Christian nations have a right in it. Italy has its share in Rome as France has, and all other Catholic people; and neither less nor more. But Rome is in Italy, and 'Italians speak one tongue. Geography and language create no rights. If it were so, Canada would justly be annexed to the United States. North America, 'one and united' would not be made ' till it had incorporated Canada in its national unity of language and geography. Spain may say the same of Gibraltar, Italy of Malta, and the races of India in their several limits of territory and language. To this portentous theory of nationalism we answer, that it is a denial of all true national and international justice, the source of schism in religion, and of revolution in politics. Until the schism of the sixteenth century shattered the unity of Christian Europe, this theory of confusion was never known. A higher unity and a higher law bound together the nations of the Christian world, and consecrated the authority of States, while it protected the liberties and rights of the people. As Christians, and as Catholics, we refuse to break up the unity of Christendom for the unity of Italy, and to sacrifice the Christian and supernatural order of the world to the ' national aspirations ' of any people.
Ven. Pope Pius IX "You must fight energetically, since you know very well what great wounds the undefiled Spouse of Christ Jesus has suffered, and how vigorous is the destructive attack of Her enemies.-His Holiness, Venerable Pope Pius IX
For the last thirty years the doctrine of nationalities and non-intervention has been preached with a subtlety and a confidence which has seduced many and stunned more. Men have been afraid of raising their heads against the claim of a nation's right to make revolutions. The doctrine which the Protestant Reformation used as a wedge to split off nations from the unity of the Church has been since applied as the lever to overturn thrones, and to destroy international rights. It is now wielded to overturn the Holy See. We are told that the highest and ultimate unity on earth is the unity of a nation; that each nation may isolate itself both in religion and politics at will; and that non-intervention is a reciprocal and universal duty of all nations to each other. Against this system of national supremacy, anti-Christian and immoral, we protest in the name of Christendom. There is a unity higher than the unity of any nation, in which the welfare of all nations is bound up : the unity of the Christian world. The maintenance of this unity, in its head and centre, in its order, and laws of national justice and co-operation, is the highest interest of all nations, and the guarantee of their reciprocal duties and rights. England isolated itself from the Christian world in religion three hundred years ago, and its present attitude of political isolation is the inevitable result, Russia in like manner is cut off from Europe by its schism, and its schism dictates its policy. Prussia is still half united to the Catholic world. The other nations of Europe are, for the most part, or altogether, members of the Catholic unity. It is not possible for any one of them to claim the Russian or English exemption from national responsibility to a higher unity, without renouncing their Catholic character. This, in an evil hour, Italy has been lured, taunted, tempted to do. And in an evil hour it has listened. It has claimed the capital of Christendom by a vote of its Parliament as the capital of Italy. But the Catholic world will not submit to this usurpation : and France, not as France, but as the mandatory of the Catholic Powers, has defeated, and will defeat, the usurpation, and protect the centre of Catholic unity and the Head of the Catholic world. This is our answer. The unity of Christendom will not make way for the unity of Italy.
It was for this cause these brave men fell.
And yet it was not against the Monarchy of Italy they fought. They were face to face with an anti-Christian horde, which the King of Italy disowned. Some ten thousand men of all parts of Italy, and of many other countries, armed and organised, without authority of public law, and in direct violation of the same, invaded the States of the Church. They made a private war in the name of the Red Revolution. This horde was led by the man who in 1848 stained Rome with innocent blood, and the other day demanded the overthrow of the Christian religion as essential to the welfare of the world. They were on their way to Rome to dethrone, not the Pontiff only, but Jesus Christ. God has not permitted the outrage to be perpetrated. While we were praying, day by day, in the Holy Mass, and before the most Holy Sacrament; while in Rome households were saying at the first hour of night the Litany of our Blessed Mother, with an invocation of St. Peter and St. Paul for the protection of the City; the head of the revolution, with its leader in all his prestige, was crushed and swept off the Patrimony of the Church by a blow so sudden and so complete that not a vestige, except the dead, wounded, and arms of the invaders remained on the field. Men will read this event differently. Some will see in it no more than a battle and a victory. We see in it also an answer to prayer, and an act of the power of God. It has once more saved the head and centre of Christianity from outrage and sacrilege; and they who gave their lives in the defence of Christianity may be numbered with the martyrs. But over that field of slaughter and of flight there hangs a gloorn as of a funeral pall. The unhappy men who fell with weapons in their hands raised against the Vicar of Jesus Christ were regenerate in baptism, and once illuminated with faith, and members of the Holy Catholic Church. In boyhood they had made their first confession and first communion as you did. But some terrible illusion of Satan, and the snares of secret societies, blinded and entangled them. I would fain say, 'Father, forgive them, they know not what they do!' But how could they be ignorant of their sin? There is mourning for them in many homes, and we mourn over their misery; but our tongues are tied, and our thoughts suspended. Our hearts can only ascend in secret to the infinite perfection of the Divine mercy.
I have said that those for whom we pray did not fall before the Italian Monarchy. But there are depths in these events which we cannot fathom. The armies of the King of Italy did not disarm or hinder the invaders. They were bound to do it, but did it not. They entered the Roman State in the rear of the revolution, and stood awaiting its success. I know not how to interpret this conduct : but I know how it would have been interpreted in England if the armies of the United States had not repressed the armed bands which a year ago, from their frontier, threatened Canada; still more, if they had advanced in the rear of the marauders to hold for the American Union what might be successfully seized by force. Such a course would not be ignoble because Great Britain is strong, nor is it noble because the Pope is weak. Neither are the ' national aspirations ' of Italy for Rome more legitimate than the national aspirations of the Union for Quebec. Italy has no more claim on Rome than on Dresden or Paris. Rome is protected by as sacred a right of sovereignty against the usurpation and ambition of Italy as Vienna or Madrid. Sovereigns do not lose their rights because they are in the neighbourhood of stronger powers. If proximity and geography and the unity of language constitute a right for the greater powers to absorb the weaker, then Brussels may be lawfully annexed by France, and Amsterdam by Germany. We have loudly aided and encouraged Italy in this usurping policy. We have lavished upon it ' the moral support ' of leading articles, and we shall reap the fruit of our labours.
Fleur De Lis
It is a strange simplicity which pretends to wonder why France should ever have made a Convention when it withdrew its protection from the Holy See; and why it should have surrounded it with 'a moral cordon,' reserving to itself the right of intervention.
It did so because the Holy See is to France and to the Catholic world a centre in which they have supreme and vital rights; and it placed the security of the Holy See within the same defence which protects our persons and properties from burglars and murderers: the justice and conscience of Christian men, the public law of Christendom, backed by a supreme power which ' bears not the sword in vain.'
I have no doubt that they who counsel to Italy moderation ' for the present,' and hold out the hope of Rome in reversion when Pius IX. goes to his rest, sincerely believe themselves to be wise and equitable men. We are told also that the signs of the times are enough to show that Pius IX. is the last Pontiff who will hold a temporal sceptre. Some" men will read even Holy Scripture backwards. They can also reverse the signs of the times. Those signs rather indicate that so long as there is a Christian world so long the Pontiff will be Sovereign. If the world should apostatise from Christianity, it then may be that God would scourge it by the fulfilment of its heart's desire.
Enemy of the Italian People: Freemasonic Pervert Giuseppe Garibaldi
But it is well for them to know that the Catholic world, neither now nor hereafter neither at the decease of Pius IX., nor yet at any time will yield one shadow of the inalienable right "of the Sovereign Pontiffs to the capital of Christendom; nor will it for a moment suffer the denial of its own supreme right and duty to intervene for the protection of the Holy See. The moral cordon of justice and order will be always drawn around it: and the right of execution will never depart from the Catholic world. In the days of Pius IX, it is France alone which has executed the will of Christendom; in the days of his successor it may be a league of Catholic Powers, or the force of two hundred millions concentrated and brought to bear by some future organisation which shall give expression and effect to their will.
For twenty years the anti-Christian seditions of all the world have aimed at the overthrow of Rome, at the destruction of the Temporal Power first, of the Spiritual Power afterwards. They hate the Temporal Power much, but they hate the Spiritual Power more. They think that if it were possible to destroy the Temporal Power, the Pontiffs would be either persecuted or subject. A Pope subject to a Royal Supremacy would reduce the Spiritual Supremacy to absurdity; and derision would be a keener and more deadly weapon against Christianity than persecution. For this end, therefore, all the spirits of anti- Christian revolution have united against Rome. They have poisoned the public opinion of Europe against it by lying, or by truths perverted, which are the worst of lies. They have misled and influenced Governments, stirred up popular bigotry, painted the Government of Rome in the darkest and falsest colours, organised in secret a propaganda of sedition to disgust, alienate, and goad on the subjects of the Holy See to discontent and to rebellion. Finally, when the people of Rome would not rebel, nor accept them as deliverers, nor take the baits of sedition, the revolutionary hordes of all countries entered the Roman State in arms. It was at once proclaimed as the rising and insurrection of the Roman State. Foreign invasion played the part of domestic insurrection. Every act to seduce or to compel the peaceful population to rise has been used. Provisional Governments, revolutionary committees, petitions signed by imaginary thousands, plebiscites, proclamations, conspiracies in Rome, shells thrown among the loyal inhabitants, gun powder plots, mines under the walls all has been tried, but all in vain. In the end, moved by a just indignation, delayed, through Christian endurance, only too long, the soldiers and protectors of the Holy See crushed and scattered the lawless bands of the revolution. It was a just and noble act for the Catholics of all countries to sweep the seditions, conspiracies, and armed outrages of foreign invaders* out of the Patrimony of the Church. If the unbelievers of other countries, banded in secret societies, have a right to plot the overthrow of the Sovereign Pontiff, the faithful of other nations have likewise a just and perfect right, in open and lawful array, to defend his
* A private letter from one who is in attendance on the prisoners in Rome states that there are ten Englishmen among them. The foreign correspondent of one of our newspapers stated that four Spaniards fought under Garibaldi in the uniform of General Prim's army.
person and his throne. If the revolution invade his State, the Catholic world has a right to turn it out. Foreign aggressors may justly be destroyed by foreign troops. And yet no Catholic power is foreign in Rome. Every Catholic has a right in the Holy See, and in the city where God has placed it. The theory of non-intervention has no application in this case. Non-intervention may be a policy of the natural order; but it must be confined to the sphere of politics, and to the mutual respect of civil Governments. When applied to Rome, it is a mere deceit, in order to mask the question. No Catholic Power can proclaim the policy of non-intervention when the Vicar of Christ and the Head of the Catholic Church is threatened, To do so would be to renounce the Catholic character and name. Protestant or schismatical Governments may, perhaps, proclaim non-intervention as their policy, because they have forfeited their rights in Rome. They may also in their theories divide the Temporal from the Spiritual Power of the Pontiffs. But all Catholics know these things to be providentially united for the free and peaceful exercise of the mission of the Church among the nations of the world. The intervention of the French people to defend the person and authority of Pius IX. against external violence, from whatsoever nation, race, or Government it may come, would be, by all the prescriptions of Christian international law, an honourable, just, and noble act. How much more, when France has intervened against a lawless and immoral band of invaders, rebels to their own Government, and disturbers of the peace of the Christian world! By this act, which is only one more in the traditional office of France in protecting the Centre and Head of Christendom, she has placed herself in the lead of the Christian order, the Christian justice, the Christian chivalry of the world. May God maintain her firm and inflexible in this noblest mission upon earth! The Catholic world will confirm her acts by the sympathy and assent of its heart and conscience. France has thereby invoked upon her self the enmity, scorn, and railing of anti-Catholic and anti-Christian factions. But she has won to herself the confidence and the sympathy of every man among the two hundred millions in all lands, who refuse to offer up the supernatural unity, order, and purity of the Christian world as a homage to the tyranny of modern Nationalism, the deification of the civil power, the anti-Christian hatred against the Church of God. Let France stand firm, and she may stay the plague which is devouring Christian Europe. The prayers of all good men will ascend for her. These things bring to my mind others of a sadder cast, and nearer to ourselves. But I forbear to speak of my own country.
There are, however, happier thoughts, to which I gladly turn.
The late events have detected and exposed with a terrible but just retribution the hollowness, the imposture, the falsehood, the vainglory, the impotence of the Revolution. Grandiloquence, mystery, pretended ubiquity, for a long time terrified or distracted the friends of order. But the veil is rent, and the idol is broken. On the 1st of November the ring leader of this godless anarchy proclaimed to the world from Monte Rotondo : ' I here, alone a Roman General, with full powers from the only lawful Government that is, of the Roman Republic, and elected by universal suffrage have the right to maintain myself in arms on this territory of my jurisdiction.' * Before the moon was up on the night of the 3rd, he and his hordes were swept away, not by the soldiers of Christendom, nor by the armies of France, but by the just judgment of God, Whom, in the Vicar of His Incarnate Son, he had outraged and defied.
Thus, then, is one vast scandal and danger swept out of Italy. Year by year there have been arising in Italy the harbingers of a better day. It has suffered much, and the shadow of a greater suffering which may yet come is cast before upon it. But there is yet time, and there is yet hope. Italy is both Christian arid Catholic. Infidelity and Revolution have tormented and tainted Italy, but Italy is neither revolutionary nor infidel. Factions have risen, from time to time, to the surface; and the traditional mind and will of Italy is for a while confused and paralysed. But it is evidently rising again in vigour and control; and if only wise and Christian counsels prevail, the Christian mind of Italy will be once more in the ascendant. Then, and only then, can the reconciliation of Italy and Rome be accomplished. No worse enemy ever came between them than the Infidel Revolution. When Italy returns upon the path of its old Catholic glories, the heart of the Catholic world will return to it. We love and venerate it as the soil on which the greatest glories of the Catholic Church are inscribed,
* Unita Cattolica, Nov. 7, 1867.
and the Head of the Christian world is divinely placed. Apart from these prerogatives Italy has no claim upon our goodwill beyond other nations; against these supreme laws of Providence Italy has no rights. We pray that all temporal prosperity may be upon her, but on condition of her fidelity to the order and unity of the Christian world.
"You will pray for the dead, though the sanctity of their cause almost forbids it, that they may enter into the joy of those who, face to face, see Him for whom they died. And we may trust that their places here will be filled up tenfold a hundredfold that the manhood and chivalry of Catholics in all nations will spring forward with a new energy of devotion and close around the person of Pius IX. and of those who shall come after him, as an impenetrable wall of living strength, against which, if revolutionary violence or ambitious nationalism shall hereafter dash itself again, it may be for ever broken."
-Cardinal Henry Edward Manning
There remains but one more thought; an image which rises in our minds high above all in calmness, dignity, and grandeur the Vicar of Jesus Christ, immovable in confidence, inflexible in justice, the Father of his people. Against him can be found no accusation. Many have borne witness against him, but their testimonies do not agree together. No man can convict him of injustice, of cruelty, of oppression, of even lawful severity. He has been conspired against and betrayed; but he has pardoned the conspirators and betrayers, to be conspired against and betrayed again. He has taken no man's goods, not so much as a shoe's latchet. He has never harassed the poor of his people, nor driven them from the humble homes of their fathers, nor wounded their conscience in that which is dearest to a Catholic people. The line of Pontiffs stands alone for justice and mercy in the history and the assembly of kings. One accusation against him can alone be proved. He is a Priest of Jesus Christ. Some men are to be found who think this enough to justify his dethronement. The Christian world is not yet of their opinion. Neither were these noble hearts who gave their life-blood, as millions in all nations are likewise willing at this hour to do, in order to forbid this great sacrilege. In that little band were men of noble blood, of time-honoured memory, of high culture, fighting side by side with simple, hard-handed, broad-hearted peasants, who, full of devotion, left their hamlets and their homes to defend the Vicar of our Lord, and with striplings of seventeen, eighteen, and nineteen years of age, mature in faith, and the manhood of Christian chivalry. These were the men who, forsaking home and all that life holds best and dearest, went to bear arms as private soldiers, without hire and without hope, except that of defending the person and authority of the Vicar of Christ, and of shedding their blood, if need be, in the justest warfare and for the holiest cause. God has accepted this offering only from a few; but there will be fathers, mothers, sisters, wives, who will mourn over this bier. You will pray for the dead, though the sanctity of their cause almost forbids it, that they may enter into the joy of those who, face to face, see Him for whom they died. And we may trust that their places here will be filled up tenfold a hundredfold that the manhood and chivalry of Catholics in all nations will spring forward with a new energy of devotion and close around the person of Pius IX. and of those who shall come after him, as an impenetrable wall of living strength, against which, if revolutionary violence or ambitious nationalism shall hereafter dash itself again, it may be for ever broken.
This outrage and its chastisement warn all nations of the Christian and civilised world to provide for their own safety. It is but one more of the outbursts of anti-Christian and anti-social revolution which have in time past struck at the head and centre of Christendom. It will soon renew its assault. It has been utterly and bitterly foiled, but we do not deceive ourselves with the hope that it is crushed or extinct. It will return again. Its hordes are driven out of view, but they lie under the horizon. They will reform, their array, and return hereafter. We have need, therefore, to prepare more solidly and resolutely than ever.
Three things, we may trust, will come of this offence against the Christian order of nations, which has all but plunged Europe into war.
First : That France declare to all comers, and to all who may affect to doubt it, that the traditional mission of a thousand years as the Protector of the Holy See will not be relaxed; that it will execute it hereafter, as it has now, with inflexible decision; that in all diplomatic calculations this must be taken into account; that, while others talk, France will do.
Secondly : That all European nations take security against the renewal of these dangers to both their external and internal peace. The Catholic nations have a vital and all-pervading interest in the safety and independence of the Head of their Religion. The nations not Catholic have among them so many millions of Catholic brethren and fellow-subjects that their own internal welfare, as well as their external peace, is perpetually threatened by these outrages and scandals. It is the highest interest of all to protect, by international law and reciprocal engagements, the neutrality and exemption of Rome from all political conspiracies and conflicts, and to secure the independence and dignity of the Head of the Catholic world.
Lastly: The example of this noble blood from Rome, from France, from Switzerland, from Belgium, from Holland, from Ireland, from England, and from other lands, which has been generously shed, calls with the voice of a trumpet upon the youth of all Catholic people to form a circle around the Vicar of Jesus Christ. Let the world count their Christian chivalry to be madness, and their end to be without honour. There is One reigning in the realms of light above this dark world Who will accept their reproach, and, if so be, their life-blood, as an offering to Himself. [END]
50 years since his election Oct. 2010
Robert F. Kennedy
Atlantic City, New Jersey
August 27, 1964
Mr. Chairman, I wish to speak just for a few moments.
I first want to thank all of you delegates to the Democratic National Convention and the supporters of the Democratic Party for all that you did for President John F. Kennedy.
I want to express my appreciation to you for the efforts that you made on his behalf at the convention four years ago, the efforts that you made on his behalf for his election in November of 1960, and perhaps most importantly, the encouragement and the strength that you gave him after he was elected President of the United States.
I know that it was a source of the greatest strength to him to know that there were thousands of people all over the United States who were together with him, dedicated to certain principles and to certain ideals.
No matter what talent an individual possesses, what energy he might have, no matter how much integrity and how much honesty he might have, if he is by himself, and particularly a political figure, he can accomplish very little. But if he is sustained, as President Kennedy was, by the Democratic Party all over the United States, dedicated to the same things that he was attempting to accomplish, he can accomplish a great deal.
No one knew that more than President John F. Kennedy. He used to take great pride in telling of the trip that Thomas Jefferson and James Madison made up the Hudson River in 1800 on a botanical expedition searching for butterflies; that they ended up down in New York City and that they formed the Democratic Party.
He took great pride in the fact that the Democratic Party was the oldest political Party in the world, and he knew that this linkage of Madison and Jefferson with the leaders in New York combined the North and South, and combined the industrial areas of the country with the rural farms and that this combination was always dedicated to progress and all of our Presidents have been dedicated to progress.
He thought of Thomas Jefferson in the Louisiana Purchase, and also when Jefferson realized that the United States could not remain on the Eastern Seaboard and sent Lewis and Clark to the West Coast; of Andrew Jackson; of Woodrow Wilson; of Franklin Roosevelt who saved our citizens who were in great despair because of the financial crisis; of Harry Truman who not only spoke but acted for freedom.
So, when he became President he not only had his own principles and his own ideals but he had the strength of the Democratic Party. As President he wanted to do something for the mentally ill and the mentally retarded; for those who were not covered by Social Security; for those who were not receiving an adequate minimum wage; for those who did not have adequate housing; for our elderly people who had difficulty paying their medical bills; for our fellow citizens who are not white and who had difficulty living in this society. To all this he dedicated himself.
But he realized also that in order for us to make progress here at home, that we had to be strong overseas, that our military strength had to be strong. He said one time, "Only when our arms are sufficient, without doubt, can we be certain, without doubt, that they will never have to be employed." So when we had the crisis with the Soviet Union and the Communist Bloc in October of 1962, the Soviet Union withdrew their missiles and bombers from Cuba.
Even beyond that, his idea really was that this country, that this world, should be a better place when we turned it over to the next generation than when we inherited it from the last generation. That is why--with all of the other efforts that he made--the Test Ban Treaty, which was done with Averell Harriman, was so important to him.
And that's why he made such an effort and was committed to the young people not only of the United States but to the young people of the world. And in all of these efforts you were there all of you.
When there were difficulties, you sustained him.
When there were periods of crisis, you stood beside him. When there were periods of happiness, you laughed with him. And when there were periods of sorrow, you comforted him. I realize that as individuals we can't just look back, that we must look forward. When I think of President Kennedy, I think of what Shakespeare said in Romeo and Juliet:
"When he shall die take him and cut him out into stars and he shall make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun."
I realize that as individuals, and even more important, as a political party and as a country, we can't just look to the past, we must look to the future.
So I join with you in realizing that what started four years ago--what everyone here started four years ago--that is to be sustained; that is to be continued.
The same effort and the same energy and the same dedication that was given to President John F. Kennedy must be given to President Lyndon Johnson and Hubert Humphrey.
If we make that evident, it will not only be for the benefit of the Democratic Party, but, far more important, it will be for the benefit of this whole country.
When we look at this film we must think that President Kennedy once said:
"We have the capacity to make this the best generation in the history of mankind, or make it the last."
If we do our duty, if we meet our responsibilities and our obligations, not just as Democrats, but as American citizens in our local cities and towns and farms and our states and in the country as a whole, then this generation of Americans is going to be the best generation in the history of mankind.
He often quoted from Robert Frost--and said it applied to himself--but we could apply it to the Democratic Party and to all of us as individuals:
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep."
Mrs. Kennedy has asked that this film be dedicated to all of you and to all the others throughout the country who helped make John F. Kennedy President of the United States.
I thank you.
“Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.”
- Robert Frost, irresistible poet
“Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.”
- Friedrich Nietzsche, philosopher
“Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.”
- Peter Ustinov, actor and writer
“Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.”
- George Bernard Shaw, writer
“Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward in the same direction.”
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery, writer
2: Mad for you
“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”
- Friedrich Nietzsche again
“Love is a great beautifier.”
- Louisa May Alcott, who probably added: “what was I thinking?”
“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.”
- Albert Einstein – as good with words as he was with bunsen burners
“I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.”
- Woody Allen, movie maker
3: Cheese from the heart
“Fairy-tales are nice.”
- Syd Barrett, rock n' roll poet
“Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place.”
- Ice T, fella with jewellery
“Who, being loved, is poor?”
- Oscar Wilde, the missing link between Queen Victoria and Stephen Fry
“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.”
- Winnie the Pooh, bear
“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams.”
- Dr Seuss, cat man
“If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simpler, but much less magical.”
- Chef from South Park
4: Harsh but fair
“Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.”
- Rita Rudner, comedian
“Always get married early in the morning. That way, if it doesn't work out, you haven't wasted a whole day.”
- Mickey Rooney, actor
“Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship – never.”
- Charles Caleb Colton, 18th century cleric
“Marriage is like a bank account. You put it in, you take it out, you lose interest.”
- Irwin Corey, US writer
“The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing, and then marry him.”
- Cher, happily divorced rock chick
“Scratch a lover and find a foe.”
- Dorothy Parker, 1920s writer and serial New York dater
“Love is a thing that can never go wrong... and I am Marie of Romania.”
- Dorothy Parker, 1920s writer and serial New York dumper/dumpee
5: What men want
“Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place.”
- Billy Crystal, comedian
“Marge, I'm going to miss you so much. And it's not just the sex. It's also the food preparation.”
- Homer Simpson, yellow husband
6: Hollywood legends FTW
“How beautiful you are, now that you love me.”
- Marlene Dietrich, Hollywood legend
“Love is a fire. Whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.”
- Joan Crawford, Hollywood legend
“Before marriage, a girl has to make love to a man to hold him. After marriage, she has to hold him to make love to him.”
- Marilyn Monroe, Hollywood legend
“I'd marry again if I found a man who had fifteen million dollars, would sign over half to me, and guarantee that he'd be dead within a year.”
- Bette Davis, Hollywood legend
“If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married.”
- Katharine Hepburn, Hollywood legend
“Marriage is a great institution, but I'm not ready for an institution yet.”
- Mae West, Hollywood legend
“A man in love is incomplete until he has married. Then he's finished.”
- Zsa Zsa Gabor, Hollywood legend
7: Lyrics of love
“It's the stupid details that my heart is breaking for.”
- Elvis Costello
“The more you ignore me the closer I get.”
“I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre. If she didn't exist I'd have to invent her.”
- Ian Dury
“One day he went away and I thought I'd die, but I didn't. And I said to myself: 'is that all there is to love?'”
- Peggy Lee
8: Pearls of wisdom
“The way to love anything is to realise that it may be lost.”
- GK Chesterton, novelist
“Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.”
- Euripides, playwright
“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.”
- William Shakespeare
Taken from New Advent
While listening to a recent TV news story about the late Christopher Hitchens, I heard a Pakistani interview subject accuse Hitchens of being an unreconstructed “American apologist.” The other four or five people interviewed all heaped lavish praise on Hitchens. With all due respect to the dead, allow me to further elaborate on the views of the lone dissenter.
Hitchens died recently of cancer of the esophagus. His main claim to fame was as a writer, most recently for Vanity Fair magazine and before then for The Nation and other publications.
My criticism of Hitchens was his blind, unquestioned and totally flawed support for the U.S. invasion of Iraq in March 2003. By happy coincidence, that war just ended after eight years and nine months, the deaths of almost 4,500 American service members, more than 100,000 Iraqi civilians and the cost of more than $800 billion in precious American tax dollars.
The number of Iraqi deaths is probably much higher but no one knows for sure because neither the Iraqi nor U.S. government kept statistics on how many Iraqi’s were killed during that war.
During the months leading up to the war, Hitchens and other pro-American apologists were virulent, frenzied, almost crazed in their hatred for Saddam Hussein, the dictator of Iraq at the time.