Carnival of Irish Genealogy, 19th Edition
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
Now sweetly lies old Ireland
Emerald green beyond the foam,
Awakening sweet memories,
Calling the heart back home.
Ireland, it’s the one place on earth
That heaven has kissed
With melody, mirth,
And meadow and mist.
Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.
May your heart be warm and happy
With the lilt of Irish laughter
Every day in every way
And forever and ever after.
May the luck of the Irish possess you.
May the devil fly off your worries.
May God bless you forever and ever.
Bless your little Irish heart-
and every other Irish part.
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at you back.
May the sun shine upon your face,
And the rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Carnival of Irish Heritage and Culture, 18th Edition
St Patrick’s Day is rollin’ ’round for a bit O’fun for the Irish and those that are Irish for the day. We do not discriminate, all are welcome to join in the festivities. Growing up in Chicago, that is how it has always been. I remember watching the Parades on TV, the South Side Irish and then about a week later, the North Side Irish. Watching on the tv as the Chicago River is dyed green. Everything was bright green and festive. This year, Chicago has stopped the South Side Parade and is instead hosting the South Side Irish Parade Family Fest. With the festivities being held indoors at the Beverly Arts Center.
Growing up my Grandmother always dressed me a this cute little green polyester pant suit. I thought it was the cutest thing ever. I was so proud to be Irish! I would go to school all dressed in green and enjoy the party at school. As a child I thought it was a pretty cool tradition to dress in green for the day and have parties.
That was until I met Al. He is also from an Irish family. To be exact, his father was Irish and Scottish, and he was also very proud of his Irish heritage. When Al and his brothers were young, their parents would dress them up in green clothes or Irish T – Shirts, the silly green hats and whatever else they could find, and send them off to school. Each year, the principal would take the boys out of their class and parade them around school to show the other kids what dressing for the holiday really meant. All the boys still laugh about it today when we get together and discuss St. Patrick’s Day. I wish I had a picture of the five boys all dressed up!
My kids have gone through all of Grandma’s St Patrick’s Day decorations and many have come to live at our house, most of them being t-shirts, pins and maybe a hat or two. I do believe that they have grown out of them by now.
I have always been very proud of my Irish heritage and assume it started because Grandma took the time to make sure that as a young Irish girl, I represented Ireland well in my green pant suit each year. As an adult, my Dad has always questioned why I was so proud to be Irish. It is a question that can never be answered, because I do not know – but I am very proud!
My quest for knowledge of my Irish ancestors probably has a lot to do with my Grandma and making sure we were proud of our Irish heritage (funny since she was German). My Irish ancestors are the only ones that seem to continue keeping their secrets still. Hopefully, I will have the luck o the Irish in the days to come and maybe I can start crashing down a wall or two.
The 16th edition of the Irish Heritage and Culture has asked bloggers to submit a story on an Irish ancestor and share a photo, if possible. When I started researching the family tree, the one question I really wanted to answer was where in Ireland did my Irish ancestors come from? At this point I am no closer to answering that question, but I am still working on it.
Copyright © 2009 Terri O’Connell (original photo held by Terri O’Connell)
Dennis O’Connell was born 6 Sep 1883 to John and Bridget (Curran) O’Connell of Granville, NY. Dennis was third of seven children. He was also the first son born into the family. He was baptized 10 days after his birth at Our Lady of Mount Carmel Catholic Church, Middle Granville, NY. His sponsors were Edward and Mary Leanord. He married Rose Springer circa 1897.
Rose and Dennis had 4 children, Ambrose Lawrence (my Grandfather), Linus Joseph, Theresa May and the fourth child died as a toddler. They started their family in New Hampshire, where Ambrose was born in 1905. In 1910, the family was living at 11 New Street, Town of Moreau, Saratoga County, NY. Also living with the family was Mary E. Robichaud and William Springer (Rose’s Mother and brother).
Dennis is found in 1918, in Thorold, Alberta, Canada on 15 Jan 1918. This record states he has been living there for three months. Dennis continues his career in papermaking, working for the Ontario Paper Company.
By 1920, Dennis and Rose have divorced. Rose is raising the three children, between the ages 11 and 14, alone. They are living at 12 Jay Street, Queensbury, Warren County, NY.
Dennis died in 17 Nov 1950. His body was returned home to Hudson Falls, NY. Where he is buried surrounded his father, brother – John W, sister – Harriet and other O’Connell family members at St Paul’s/St Mary’s Cemetery, Hudson Falls, NY.
Though few relatives remain that were around when Dennis was alive, I unfortunately have no stories to share. Dennis spent his remaining years in Canada and his grandchildren were raised in Chicago, IL. Though they lived far apart, it seems that Dennis did remain in touch with his children through the years. Through conversations with family members, I know that his oldest son went to Canada and stayed with his Dad for work reasons at one point. I also have pictures of Dennis with his three grown children.
Since I have not found any official divorce records at this point, I can only assume that the reason Dennis left NY for Canada is to find employment. I hope that one day, I will be able to find the truth to this.
In his private records that I have, I can see that he was a hard worker and had many friends. In these records is a poem written upon his death by co workers. I will add this to my blog another day.
1 Letter from Our Lady of Mount Carmel, Middle Granville, dated 7 Jul 1940, Original, held by Terri O’Connell
2 1910 Federal Census, Town of Moreau, Saratoga County, NY ED 119, SD 9, sheet 7A, line 7, Ancestry.com, http://search.ancestry.com/iexec/?htx=View&r=an&dbid=7884&iid=NYT624_1076-0707&fn=Dennis&ln=Oconnel&st=r&ssrc=pt_t9822545_p-737908889_g32768&pid=19920176
3 1920 Federal Census, Queensbury, Warren County, NY ED 163, SD 10, Sheet 1B, line 77, Ancestry.com, http://search.ancestry.com/iexec/?htx=View&r=an&dbid=6061&iid=NYT625_1272-0094&fn=Rose&ln=O+Connell&st=r&ssrc=pt_t9822545_p-737907139_g32768&pid=87554000