23 May 2017
Patrick Rafferty :
I greatly enjoyed going through your website on the people and places of Carlingford. I even came across a couple of “Rafferty” references”. Much of my interest in the people and places of Carlingford stems from my interest in my family’s history.
My great grandfather, Thomas Rafferty, was born in Carlingford on 3 Jan 1868. A year or two later he immigrated to America with his parents, Patrick Rafferty and Mary (McKitrick) Rafferty. (His parents’ marriage was registered in Dundalk on 4 Jan 1866).
In 1892, Thomas Rafferty married Margaret Killen in Ovid, New York. Margaret Killen was born on Carlingford in April of 1864 (or thereabouts). Margaret was the daughter of Michael and Elizabeth Killen of Carlingford, and the granddaughter of Mathew Killen and Margaret (Ryan) Killen.
Much of the information on the earlier Killens comes from an exchange of letters I had in 1998 with George Killen of Carlingford. He would be my grandfather’s first cousin. I had been directed to George Killen by another of my grandfather’s first cousins, Fr. Joseph Burke, S.J. I was told that Father Joe made a number of visits to Carlingford. He passed away in Philadelphia in 2003. I have lost contact with George Killen. If he is still around he would be about 87 years old.
I will be on holiday in Ireland in June, and will be staying in Carlingford from June 11 to 14. I was hoping that perhaps you could recommend some people or places or cemeteries I should visit while I am in Carlingford.
Any advice you could give would be greatly appreciated.
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3 May 2017
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29 March 2017
Newry Street Post Office :
The first twenty years, or so, of my life I spent in that village and what a wonderful
boyhood l had!
My mother, Frances, ran the Post Office from approx. 1946 until her death in 1957. She
had worked in the old Post Office before her marriage. It was situated in the building
where Eileen (Mrs.Thornton) now lives. She had been sent there as a newly trained
morse code operator to assist the elderly postmistress, a Mrs.Martin. By co-incidence
shortly after her marriage she would end up living right next door and some few years
later that's where the new Post Office was based.
My father, Charlie, worked in the railway offices at Greenore Junction.
At the far end of the Newry St. you can just make out small notice boards on
the wall of that second last house. It was the old Police Barracks. My grandfather
William was assigned there from Dundalk as sergeant. He originated from Roundwood
Co.Wicklow. Cardinal Logue befriended him. It was partly because, we think, he admired
the practice of the police March through the streets to Mass every Sunday and
he enjoyed participating in target shooting quite often with my grandfather. My father
recalled how the Cardinal was in fact a 'crack shot'!
Where the cinema was built there used to be an old store and before that the old
courthouse. It was burnt down in the 'Trouble'.
I well recall the fun we had while the cinema was being built; some jumping onto the
running boards of the lorries as they shunted and stalled and pranged amidst the
clouds of dust and the blasting of rocks and not such genteel language in accompaniment.
My maternal grandfather was a deep sea schooner skipper. He shipped out of Annagassan
harbour which was an important port estuary in those days. In retirement he was the Pilot
there and had many unusual experiences. Once he piloted a fanciful yacht carrying the
young bride and groom setting off on honeymoon from Castlebellingham Castle just
after their wedding. They were aristocrats, one a Bellingham.
My paternal grandmother had nine children. Her funeral, we understand went from Cford
to her native Cootehill area by train. William remarried and had three more boys, born
here. Vincent, Christopher and Richard.
My paternal grandfather is buried in Holy Trinity Cemetery. My maternal grandfather is
buried in Killsaran.
May Jesus enfold them all in His love.
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29 January 2017
Memory: Visiting Carlingford
As child of 10 or 11 I visited my Uncle Pat Joe Kearney (my dad is Des Kearney) when he lived up the hill and we had a wonderful week visiting relatives and playing round the town. 3 real memories that stay with me are getting in trouble for trying to empty the well in the back yard and making it muddy, helping to ring the church bell, and going to church after visiting relatives who were harvesting the previous day and watching my dad kneel down and and leave two piles of wheat grain on the floor that had collected in the turnups of his trousers the previous day. All things that would never have happened in Blackpool. Your website has jogged so many ageing memories Thank You.More > (0 comments)
29 January 2017
ooooh the smell of Mrs Harolds shop. Anybody remember...?More > (0 comments)