Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Tiobraid Árann and I

To honor the Irish Gaelic theme of the 5th Carnival of Irish heritage & culture, I chose to highlight Tiobraid Árann .
How I would have loved to pronounce it correctly like my ancestors did !

Tiobraid Árann is known as Tipperary in it's Anglised form.

Tipperary was a name that I have heard more than once in my youth. My Dad often explained to me our family heritage. When I was a teen, he started sharing his family's oral history, and was proud of his Irish-English and Danish heritage.

Somewhere along the line,the seeds were sown for the future genealogist.






I remember Dad saying that we were descendants of kings ,and also that we were related to Charles Carroll,famous Carroll who signed the Declaration of Independance. He also stated that our family originated from the counties of Cork and Tipperary, and he even produced one place name in the county of Tiobraid Árann : Thurles.

That's quite a mother lode of family history but honestly, I don't believe the first two stories.



To return to my Irish Genealogy, it is only in it's infant stages and it is going to take work to either refute or confirm these County conections .But, there remains that name of Thurles or Dúrlas Éile, that just happens to belong to Tipperary county.This town of Dúrlas Éile could be a Wild Card for my future work. I suspect that it could be my great- Grandmother, Kate Morris who could be from here or it's surroundings. This based is based on deduction, as my Dad did not know at that time, the names of his other Irish born ancestors.


Honestly,I'am so glad Dad mentionned that village name. In later years, he almost never talked about our ancestry.




Thurles Cathedral in Tipperary County

For myself as a youngster, the name of Tipperary had a lilting and joyful quality it.Back then,I had already heard an old song which was of course "It's a Long Way to Tipperary".
I don't remember my Dad singing it, but I'am more than sure that he knew it :

It's a long way to Tipperary :

It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly,
Farewell Leicester Square!
It's a long long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there.


I don't want to offend any Irish with this song, as I learned during my research that some Tipperary natives find this song objectionable.I'am American and was unaware of this story behind this song before I did this research.


So, let there be light...

This tune is actually from a "black and tan" song .The black & tans were a paramilitary troup used by the Royal Irish Constabulary from 1920 to 1921, to put down the than revolution in Ireland.
The people in Tipperary prefer this tune named " Tipperary so far away" .

This song was dedicated to a native son of Tipperary,Seán Treacy. He died at the hands of British forces in Talbot Street, Dublin in October, 1920.

I have never been to Ireland yet, but it is one of my dreams to do so. It is sure that this city will tug on my heart strings to go and experience it.

Genealogy gives each of us a thirst to understand the past. But what it also teaches us is to not take our family folklore too seriously. Pretty stories they all are, being descendants of Kings or paupers,Philanthrophists or modest farmers.

Let us sift facts from fiction, but not be ashamed of what we find.

I'am leaving you with the lyrics to
Tipperary so far away :

The sun had set with it's golden rays
And the bitter fight was o'er
Our brave boys sleep beneath the clay,
On this earth they are no more
The moon shone down on the battlefield
Where a dying rebel lay
His arms were crossed on his body outstretched,
And his life's blood flowed away.

There were none to weep for you Seán Treacy
Or were keen in to sing in your praise
To decide your deeds like the Gaels of yore
On your face we no longer gaze
In that kingdom of love may your dear soul rest
On the word that we fervently pray
That we'll all meet above the old friends we love
In Tipperary so far away

The soldiers of Erin bore him high
On their shoulders, they solemnly tread
And many a heart with a tearful sigh
Wept for our patriot dead
In silence they lowered him into the grave
To rest till his reckoning day
Seán Treacy who died, his home to save
In Tipperary so far away.

Happy Carnival of Genealogy to all !




Thursday, April 17, 2008

April 17- Poem in your pocket day


I was called upon by my friend Lisa, of the Small Leaved Shamrock, to do a Poetry challenge. April 17 is Poem in your pocket day.

The idea is to choose a poem and share it with those around you.

You can find the Poem in your pocket website here .

Since my genealogy seems to be on a "stand-by" mode, and my awaiting my next snail mail requests, I can afford myself a poetry pause.

My choice of the following poem is a classic American poem by Robert Frost.It's probably not the most original choice, but it is a poem that I have loved since college.

It's a great philosophy on life itself and about the courage to make different choices.


Enjoy.



Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


Have a nice day.