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Tell us about your family
on: May 30, 2013, 21:18
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Re: Tell us about your family
on: July 23, 2013, 22:04
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We have had so many family stories sent to us that we added this Forum so you can share your stories with all the other families with Wicklow roots.



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Re: Tell us about your family
on: July 23, 2013, 22:43
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Finding Coolross
When I stood at the gravestone of Arthur Byrne and his wife Eliza, my third great
grandparents, I began to wish that I could commune with the dead. I wanted to
dig them up and rattle their bones and demand to hear their stories. Not being
clairvoyant or psychic, I had to find another way to unearth my family roots.
A simple electronic copy of the death certificate of their son, my great great
grandfather Edward Burns, had started me on this journey. This document
provided the names of his parents and his birthplace –County Wicklow, Ireland.
Knowing that Edward’s parents were Arthur Byrne and Eliza Kehoe, I tapped the
rootsweb mailing lists and posted a query – where should I look to find the
townland they left to escape the famine? Within hours, I had a reply suggesting
that Arthur and Bess Byrne of Coolross, tenants on the Fitzwilliam Estate in
County Wicklow might be the folks I sought. They had a son Edward of the right
age – and 8 other children too. They left Ireland in 1847 and eventually settled in
Throoptown, just north of Prescott Ontario.
With that piece of information, I visited the Grenville Historical Society in Prescott
and the flood of data began. Before long I had learned of the seven children who
were living in 1851 and of the hundreds of descendants of this couple. This
information was most welcome and filled up the branches and leaves of the
family tree quite quickly. It was almost satisfying – but as I stood and gazed at the
headstone in Throoptown cemetery I wanted to know more about Coolross and
the life they had left. What had become of this place in the 160 years between
then and now?
While the research was hugely satisfying I had to go to Ireland and see Coolross
for myself. The opportunity presented itself in 2008 – not once but twice. They
were hugely different journeys.
In May I visited Wicklow and was given a tour of the area once part of the huge
Fitzwilliam Estate. Part of that tour included a stop at the area thought to be
Coolross. The rolling land was beautiful but unoccupied. I took photos anyway.
The rest of that trip was a guided coach tour which was terrific.
Once home I shared the photos with my father – previously the source of much
family information and many stories. He’d been to Wicklow but had never known
about Coolross and he wanted to see it – prophetically as part of his bucket list.
So, we went.

Our discovery
Thursday, September 11, 2008 dawned grey and rainy, not an encouraging start
to the day, but things would get worse before they got better – much better. At
breakfast Dad wasn’t feeling at all well. This was the second such episode that
week although he brushed off the first one. So this particular morning, after some
rest and with no sign of improvement, we went to see a doctor.
His shortness of breath and general feeling of malaise were not signs of anything
new. He was after all, 89 years old and had heart problems. Dad thought it best
that we go home as soon as possible.
It wasn’t yet noon. Going home was not a matter of getting into the car and
driving across town. Home was in Ottawa. We were in Tullow, County Carlow,
Ireland. Our flight home was scheduled for the following Tuesday. To change our
reservations it seemed best to contact our travel agent in Toronto, where it was
not yet 7 am. With two hours to wait before we could make arrangements, I
suggested we drive to Coolross - that's why we were there. Dad agreed that sitting in the car
shouldn’t be any more stressful than sitting in our B&B, and would provide a
distraction, so off we went.
The purpose of our 10 day trip had been to visit the places from which our
ancestors had come. We’d enjoyed four days in Counties Antrim and Down,
searching in vain for clues to the McCullough family. Through pouring rain on
Wednesday, we drove to Tullow with plans to locate our ancestral townland in
Wicklow, which was less than 15 kms away.
Our destination was Coolross, home place of Arthur Byrne near the borders of
Wicklow, Carlow and Wexford. Arthur’s son Edward, husband of the elusive Eliza
McCullough from Antrim, was Dad’s great grandfather. With considerable
trepidation on my part, but great optimism, a map and directions, we headed for
Coolross.
Ireland’s country roads are narrow, twisting, not well-marked and our journey
which should have taken about 20 minutes, ultimately included more than a few
wrong turns. Our first stop was made to confirm our route. The helpful woman
we asked indicated a road nearby which was much shorter, but she said that it
was a back road and we could easily miss our turn. I think of it now as the road
not taken – and a good thing too because nothing would have turned out as it did.
As it looked much less promising than the route we were on, she told us of an
easier way via the village of Shillelagh where we’d have the Church as a landmark
to make a turn. From there it was only a few kilometres and easy to locate.
Somehow, we missed the Church, sailed through the village, into the countryside,
in the rain, with no signs in sight to match up with our detailed map.
What we did find eventually was a friendly delivery man who had stopped on the
roadside to eat his lunch. He grinned and said we were farther away than when
we started. Although not familiar with Coolross, it was next to Park Bridge where
there was a well-known pub, and he gave us directions there. By now it was well
after 1 PM.
Back we went through Shillelagh and this time we saw the Church. We followed
the road to Park Bridge, at the crossroads on our map then turned right and drove
along stopping to take photos of what we hoped was Coolross.
Still unsure that we were really there, we noticed a farmer working near the road
and stopped to confirm our location. After introductions he said that his name
was John. He assured us that we had found the right townland. Dad told him that
we were searching for the land of our ancestors, Arthur Byrne and family, who
had left during the famine in 1847. Astonishingly, John said we should see Jim
Byrne whose farm was a short distance back the way we had come.
Just then, a car approached from the other direction and there was no room to
pass. John said that’s Mary Byrne, Jim’s wife. He went over to speak with Mary
who then asked us to follow her home.
Jim came in from his fields as we arrived. Mary had sent him a text. With great
astonishment we listened as Jim told us the story that he had heard all his life. A
family that was kin of his had left Coolross during the famine and had never been
heard from again. They set out with a group of families from the parish of
Moyacomb, on foot, to the port of New Ross, 60 miles away, with the financial
assistance of Lord Fitzwilliam.
After an exchange of what we knew, notably names that were common in both of
our families, we concluded that we could be descendants of that lost family. Jim
had never heard any names of the family which had left. Arthur Byrne was not
much more prosperous in Canada than he had been in Coolross. There was
nothing to offer any Irish relatives, they couldn’t read or write and all contact was
lost. Those left behind had no idea if they had even made it to New Ross.

Shortly afterwards, the children arrived home from school and Mary made dinner.
Dad turned to me and said that he was feeling much better and that we would
stay until Tuesday as planned. Before we headed back to Tullow for the night, Jim
took us to a spot, called The Copse, where according to the story, his long lost
relatives’ cabin had once stood.

It was soon evident that our unexpected arrival had generated immense interest
in the family. Jim, his siblings and cousins made sure we enjoyed tremendous
Irish hospitality and learned more about the area where our family had once
lived. Over the next few days we met many Byrne relatives and were treated
royally. Plans were made for a longer visit in the summer of 2009.
When we returned to Canada I hired a researcher who specialized in records from
the Fitzwilliam Estate where the Byrnes had been tenant farmers. Rental records
and maps placed Art’s cabin exactly at the Copse on land adjacent to Michael
Byrne, ancestor of Jim. A number of estate and church records have led us to
believe that our Arthur was the brother of their Michael. The exact family
connection is still unknown but for us it’s enough to have formed a strong bond.
To meet genealogical standards, the addition of our Irish relatives will not be
made on the family tree until more convincing data is found.
On Christmas Eve 2008, Dad and I enjoyed a phone call from Ireland and we
talked about our return visit, planned for the following August. Sadly things did
not come about as planned. Later that evening Dad suffered a heart attack from
which he could not recover. He passed away peacefully in hospital on Christmas
morning.
The trip however did take place. On August 2, 2009 I arrived in Coolross with my
brother and his family. The Byrnes had prepared a simple ceremony to celebrate
the reunion with the lost family and to mark Dad’s passing.
Jim had planted a beautiful Canadian Red Maple tree, beneath which we buried
some of Dad’s ashes.
We followed this ceremony with a family reception at Egan’s pub at Park Bridge,
complete with traditional Irish music – quite by chance as award winning musician
Lawrence Egan came home for a surprise visit.
The surprises were not quite finished. Some days later Jim contacted a former
neighbour, Anne Hunt, who had been raised across the road from The Copse. The
final surprise was revealed. When Jim asked Anne if she remembered the Copse
she said, “Oh, Art Byrne’s place”. That was how her family had always referred to
the spot, for generations after he’d left. Coming home late or in the rain they
would park their bicycles under the holly tree at Art’s gate, cross the road and
climb over the stile, to take a shortcut home. I now had further confirmation that
it was indeed Art’s land. The iron gate, the stile and the holly tree are still there,
although almost completely overgrown.
My research will continue until I’m certain there are no more places to look to
establish the specific connection. Records are spotty from early 19th century
Ireland yet we continue to seek them out. Even if I don’t find another word of
information, I do feel that we were somehow led to our “home place” and that
my dream, of finding living relatives in Ireland, has been more than fulfilled.
The return for the Gathering at Coollattin will be my fourth visit since finding
Coolross.



Newbiejoekenny
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Re: Tell us about your family / Kenny
on: July 24, 2013, 00:58
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During the 18th and 19th century, my family lived in a small section of Kilcavan, County Wicklow. They were tenant farmers on the Earl Fitzwilliam estate. Though records are sketchy, I have studied this area of County Wicklow and traced my genealogy, per the records that were available.

Though my immediate story is based around Thomas Kenny ( 1794 – 1861), whose wife was Ellen Purcell Kenny, I would like to mention here that his parents were Bartholomew Kenny,( abt. 1767 – bef. 1827) with his wife, Anne Breen. Bartholomew’s father was James Kenny (bef. 1745 – bef. 1827)
Thomas was born in 1794 in Kilcavan, County Wicklow, to Bartholomew Kenny and Ann Purcell Kenny.

In 1808 when the Kennys were able to get their own leases from the Fitzwilliam’s, on Bartholomew Kenny’s lease, Thomas, was named as “In the Life of” on this lease, which this term helped secure the land longer for the tenants.
On a side note, this portion of Kilcavan was named Kennystown in 1808, because of the concentration of Kennys residing in this area.

But something went wrong in Thomas life. For some reason, Thomas was not mentioned in any of the area records after 1808, until 1839, when he shows up again living as a laborer on a nearby Farm across the road, living with the Robert Roche family, and showing -having No Land. Then later in 1845, living in Motabower, just down the road from Kennystown, on the land of Robert Connors, this time, in his own house and yard, but no farm, and still in a laborers status.
Why Thomas lost his rights to farm in Kennystown with his brothers remains a mystery. Maybe he chose not to be a farmer. Maybe he left voluntarily to seek employment elsewhere. I have other speculations that he was a “Black Sheep” to the Kennys, maybe because he left them when being needed, or because he married a much younger bride, he being 43, his wife Ellen Purcell being 23, but by 1851, Thomas was struggling greatly. He had never recovered from the Famine years. His situation was dire. At this point, Thomas and Ellen had five children ranging in ages 7-2. They were Bartholomew, James, Richard, Edward and Anne. (See these children posted here- http://www.canadacomehome.com/find-your-family/ )Note Bartholomew, not shown.
The Earl Fitzwilliam was evicting the poorest of his tenants from his land for several years, some volunteering, some not. Many of the tenant were in arrears, records even showed that the Kennys in Kennystown were grossly behind in their rents.

Whether Thomas volunteered or was forced off the land, Thomas did emigrate with his family of seven, leaving with the Robert Connor and the Robert Roche family that he had previously lived with.
But Thomas hardship was not over;
They would have taken the long walk of 55 kilometers, to New Ross, with one chest to store their families’ meager belongings. Once in New Ross, they would board their immigrant ship, called the Glenlyon, leaving port on April 15th, 1851.
The Atlantic crossing was a terrible trial for those brave, or desperate enough to attempt it. Packed side by side below decks, the steerage passengers barely saw the light of day. Providing the seas were not rough, the passengers were allowed up on deck for no more than one hour a day, in small groups, they would gather around open stoves to cook. When their time was up, it was back down into the dark hold. During times when seas were rough or there were storms, the hatches were battened down.
The conditions of these boats for the steerage passengers would have been deplorable, each given a 6’x6’ section for their family to inhabit for those 45 days.
Hygiene was notoriously poor aboard most ships. With nothing more than buckets for toilets, and only sea-water to wash with, disease was rampant. Cholera and Typhus accounted for a great many deaths. Those who died were buried at sea. With death rates commonly reaching 20%, and horror stories of 50% dying, some of these vessels soon became known as ‘Coffin Ships’. Fortunately, the ship that Thomas and his family were on, only 5 died at sea, out of 469 passengers.
The shipping company that the Fitzwilliam’s used was owned by William Graves ( 1815-1856) of New Ross. The Graves Immigrant ships had a surprisingly low mortality rate. The Grave Brothers would typically ship immigrants from Ireland and bring back timber, on their return.

After their quarantine period in Quebec, the Kennys headed straight to Smiths Falls, Ontario where Thomas’ sister Sally Kenny Balfe already resided.
Thomas and Ellen had two more girls in Smiths Falls, Mary and Ellen, with a total of seven children.
Thomas died in Smiths Falls, 10 years later, on July 15, 1861, at the age of 67.

One of his children, who were with them on the journey to Canada, was Richard. He would have been 5 years old at the time of their emigration.
Richard grew up in Smiths Falls, Ontario and when he was 22, he left Canada with many of his siblings where they moved to Door County, Wisconsin. This is where many of the Kenny family settled and farmed. The Great Fire of 1871, the same fire that destroyed Chicago, also burned in this part of Wisconsin. It was called “The Peshtigo Fire”. http://kennytree.com/Irish/great_fire.htm . Richard and his brother Bartholomew lost everything.
Richard packed up what was left moved to Carroll County Iowa, where he continued to farm with his father in law, Edward Lovely. In 1890, Richard, now aged 44, and his family moved to Omaha, NE, where I am a fifth generation Kenny from Omaha.
As for Kennystown, descendants of Thomas Kenny’s brothers, still reside and farm these lands today.
Joe Kenny

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