Wednesday July 6, 2005
I am writing the amazing events
of July 6 and July 7, 2005, so you all can enjoy the feelings we had on those 2
days. I have had so many friends that have gone to Ireland in the hopes of
finding relatives and I also know you did too Aunt Ciss and Uncle Jim. I guess I
will never know why this all happened, but it did, on our first trip I think we
just about did the impossible, but we did it. For those of you who were at our
last Antosy St. Patrick’s Day party in 2003 you will remember the information I
gave you that I had learned through Aunt Ciss and my own research that our
great-grandparents were Michael Dougherty and Ellen Kirk and that our
Great-Great Grandparents were John Doherty and Elizabeth Wynne. I also at that
time told you that I would be going to Ireland in 2005 for the Doherty world
reunion that happens every 5 years. Since that time I had learned much more
about our family and actually in the end pinpointed where John Doherty and
Elizabeth Wynne lived in Ireland within 12 miles. I had learned when Michael
Dougherty came to the United States that was in April of 1870 and that he had
come here with his cousin Michael McLoughlin, and that they had left Ireland
from a place called Moville on the Inishowen Peninsula where we would be
visiting for the reunion. We left for Ireland on June 28th and spent
time at the Doherty reunion from July 1 till July 6 visiting the Inishowen
Peninsula in the Northwest of Ireland. I had previously about 2 months before
going to Ireland had sent to the Leitrim genealogy service a request to lookup
what they could about John Doherty and Elizabeth Wynne, for two reasons. First
to see how close I had gotten to finding them and two to have that information
when we got to the reunion hoping that there might be some information for us
there, that didn’t happen but we still had a wonderful time there.
We arrived in County Leitrim
where the genealogy center is on our second day in Ireland to pick up the
report. At that time for the first time much of what we thought we knew was
verified, that yes John Doherty and Elizabeth Wynne did live in Leitrim and that
they were still alive in 1901 and that they had a daughter Anne. John was 84 and
Elizabeth was 80 in 1901. Aunt Ciss had been told by the other relatives in
Pawtucket that one child had stayed back in Ireland when all the rest left. That
was not exactly the way it happened and we would find that out later, but
nevertheless there was a child listed as living with them and her name was Anne.
We knew we would be coming back to Leitrim after the Doherty reunion because we
had always planned to do some searching in Letirim no matter what results the
genealogical center found. We arrived back in Ballinimore, Leitrim on Wednesday
July 6 and went directly to the genealogical office. We knew from our first trip
to Ballinimore on our second day that John and Elizabeth Doherty did exist and
that Anne was their child, and that Anne had been married in 1905 to Peter
Guckian, but in my mind I still wasn’t sure. We knew they were in the
Ballinaglera parish, but so what, where was Ballinaglera. We were really going
to need some help in this, so as soon as we got to Ballinimore we went to the
Genealogy center and talked to Brid Sullivan who runs the center and who had
done the report for us. We asked her where Ballinaglera was and she told us it
wasn’t too far from Ballinimore about 10 miles north just above Drumshambo, so
we went searching. We knew that in Ireland there weren’t that many churches in a
parish usually only one, and that probably if we could find Ballinaglera we
would find something, of course we were like babes in the woods, but luckily we
did find Ballinaglera and there just as you come into town there was a church on
our right on a hill and we just knew we had found it, we just knew. We went to
the church and stood there. We were looking at the church John Doherty and
Elizabeth Wynne had been married in 1845, but nobody was around and we couldn’t
go in, so the next best thing for us to do was obviously start going through the
cemetery hoping we would find something, but the cemetery was too new. There
were grave markers there that were from the 60’s, 70’s up to present day, they
were too new, but all the names that I had associated with Michael Dougherty
were there Wynne, Reynolds, O’Rourke, McGovern and of course McLoughlin. So we
knew there had to be another cemetery someplace but where. To have success in
these ventures you need luck, lots of it, and it was with us that day. Nobody
else was in the area except for a young girl walking down the street with her
cell phone in her ear. I asked her was there another cemetery and as had
happened so many times in Ireland she knew exactly where at least one other
cemetery was and she directed us to it. It was about 3 miles away, we had passed
it on our way to the church and we found it. It was down a long one lane road
near the Lough Allen, Lough Allen is a huge lake, one of many such types in
Ireland. The cemetery is the Fahy cemetery. We started looking in the cemetery
and in about 10 minutes Deb yelled to me that she had found Anne’s gravestone
along with her husband Peter Guckian and the best part is that in the same grave
area is another grave stone and the name is Mary Boyle and Danny Boyle, and the
graves are well taken care of with flowers so we know that there must be other
relatives in the area, we were sure now. We assumed that Danny and Mary must
have been some relative but we didn’t know for sure. Ok, we had found my
great-aunt’s gravesite and we knew there were other people around but now what
to do. We still had no idea where anyone lived and the prospect didn’t look very
good at all to find them, so now what. We decided to go back to the church and
hope to find someone there and sure enough when we get back there, there are two
men standing at the church door. I get out of the car and ask them if they had
ever heard of the Doherty’s and they tell me they never did, at least not in
Ballinaglera, that was scary, did we have the right people why wasn’t there no
Doherty’s I was shook up, but they told us to go visit a very old man who lived
down the road a little bit, and so of course we headed there. This nice man must
have been in his 90’s. I had a hard time understanding him, but eventually I got
out of him that there was another cemetery but that is was on Inishmagrath
Island and that the island had been abandoned and the only way to get there was
by boat. He told me that it had at one time been a burial ground for the
Ballinaglera and Inishmagrath parishes. So here again we are stuck. I thanked
him and went back to the car not knowing what to do next. We went down to the
bottom of the hill from the church and there was a pub/grocery store I guess you
would call it. So we stopped in there and of all things the lady who runs the
place is also the undertaker for Ballinaglera and she pulls out a big fat book
of people she has buried since 1950, but she can’t find anything on Mary Boyle
even though she had only died in 2002, but there were some other older men
sitting in the pub who remembered Mary and her husband Danny and they also
remembered something else, believe it or not they remembered that Anne’s son
Francie had drowned in the Lough in 1930, 75 years ago. Crazy isn’t it, but that
is Ireland. The reason we couldn’t find anything on Mary was because at the
cemetery when I was taking pictures I didn’t take a close up enough picture of
that gravestone and we thought it said 2002 but it was 2003, that is why the
lady couldn’t find anything. But we knew again that they must be in the area,
but was anyone left. I now also knew that Anne had been married to Peter
Guckian, and that it was actually a pretty common name in Leitrim. We asked
again as earlier if they knew of any other cemeteries that we might find in the
area. She told us there was one, again a couple of miles away half way up a
mountain. It was getting late but in Ireland it doesn’t get dark till 11 p.m. so
we thought we had time, so we went looking again and we found this cemetery
also, but this one was overridden with weeds. I mean these were 5 foot high
weeds and we didn’t know what else might be in there, but so what so in the
cemetery we went and I found some Wynne names but it was just too scary so we
only stayed for about 15 minutes and then left.
We went back to Ballinimore to
get something to eat and find our B&B. It had been a very long day, but still I
couldn’t put it away. We went to dinner and had a few beers in between I was
calling every Guckian I could find in the phone book. There were about 30 and I
called about 10 with no luck. Deb was starting to get upset since she was
sitting in the bar by herself and I guessed it was time to call it a day, so we
sat there for awhile. I went up to the bar to get another beer and the barman
who had been watching me asked me who I was looking for, so I told him. He said
he thought the Guckian family I was looking for had moved back to England.
Great! So that is how we ended that evening. After the success of that day, we
had high hopes for tomorrow, but who knew.
Thursday July 7, 2005
We woke the next morning. After
hearing from the barman the night before that he thought the people we were
looking for had gone back to England, again I wasn’t sure what to do. What he
said could have been true, but we had the proof that Danny and Mary Boyle were
in the same gravesite that Anne and Peter were in so to me it didn’t make sense,
and the fact that the flowers were there made me feel we were still on the
track. I had decided that morning that at least I was going to put a letter on
the gravesite and one at the church explaining ourselves and what this was all
about, and I was going to include pictures of my grandchildren Michael and Jacob
who are actually the 6th generation of Doherty’s although obviously
they don’t have the names. We had to find a place that I could do that and the
place we thought to go to was the public library in Ballinimore. Deb also
insisted that we should try and go through old microfilm at the library if they
had it and look for Mary Boyle’s obituary like I had done when I was looking for
Michael Dougherty’s. (The truth is by this time I had really just about given up
hope on anything more. I was satisfied with what we had found and it had been a
long, very tiring trip and I really just wanted to head for Galway, but Deb
wouldn’t let me off the hook, in the final analysis she gets the credit and
glory for this, without her pushing me and not allowing me to give up we would
not have had the success that we had. I owe it all to her). She tried but
couldn’t find anything, so again I thought we were just about ready to leave
Ballinimore and head for Galway, but as this story goes another person came out
of nowhere to guide us. Her name is Mary Conefrey, and she works in the
genealogy part of the Ballinimore library and she was very good at what she did.
She not only told us according to the 1901 census where John and Elizabeth were
still alive in 1901 and that Anne lived with them. That gave us two sources for
our investigation that was a big moment. It proved two sources said the same
thing, we were getting closer. She also showed us where they probably lived. It
was a place called Annagh Lower and again showed us on the map where it
approximately was, but she couldn’t give us a copy of that map, so Deb traced it
on paper and we tried to use it. Earlier in the day we had stopped at the
genealogy center again and was given a map to the Fahy cemetery that we had
visited the day before and where we found Anne. When I got this map out and gave
it to Mary she told me it was perfect and she could just about pinpoint the area
we would be looking for. Again so what! In Ireland if you don’t live in a major
town or even in a little town, then you live in the woods and I mean in the
woods, and so again here we were just guessing, its not like looking for 223
Crestmont St in the City of Reading, there are no street signs of that type and
there are no addresses in cute little mailboxes in the front of the homes.
Without some more help from someplace else I am sure we would not have found
John and Elizabeth, at least not on this trip.
We had to go back to the Lough,
the cemetery and the church anyway, because in my excitement the day before I
didn’t tape anything and that is really what I wanted to do to give to you all,
so we were going back there. I composed the letters and we bought some flowers
for the grave and we started off again hoping for the best. I really felt that
this was our best bet, to leave the letters and I still feel that it would have
worked, but it let too much to good luck and I felt we were using up an awful
lot of that, but when you are in Ireland anything is possible and that is what
happened the impossible. We went to the Lough first and I taped the area where
we thought they lived, we then went to the cemetery and I taped there and we put
the letter down and the flowers. As we were standing there a German couple came
walking up near us to another grave, so I asked her if she might know who the
people were who were taking care of the Guckian grave. She had no idea, but she
said that the grave had just recently started to be taken care of and it was one
of the nicest in the graveyard, but she had no idea who it was. So we went to
the church and this time the church was open and I went in. I went up to the
first pew, something I never do and sat there and just thought and I cried and I
prayed to Saint Patrick. I was the only member of my family who hadn’t been in
Europe or the British Isles or Ireland and now I have to believe there was a
reason for that, it wasn’t my time to be here. If I had been here in the 60’s or
the 70’s. I would not have had the interest in this, but after I joined the
Ancient Order of Hibernians it changed everything for me as far as my Irish
heritage. Back then I wouldn’t have done the work it took, the reading about
Ireland like I have done, and so anyway I was happy for what we had been able to
do. We still held out hope but like I said time was running out. We had to leave
for Galway no later than about 7 in the evening. Galway is about a 3 hour drive
from Leitrim and in Ireland it is very tough to drive at night although it
doesn’t really get dark till 11 and it never really gets dark after that, but
the Irish are not known for their driving and some of them don’t even use
lights. Anyway we were running out of time something had to give or we weren’t
going to find them. Something must have happened in that church because in the
next hour, my prayers to St. Patrick would pay off and the answer would be given
to us. I did my taping and left the church. I was trying to find the rectory
house, but I couldn’t see any, but there was a little store across the street
from the church and so Deb and I went in. There was a very nice lady with her
husband and her two teenage children. It was another pub/grocery kind of deal,
actually later on we found out that actually it was the post office, and I asked
her where the rectory was at, but she said it isn’t nearby and that the priest
was away, so I asked her would she make sure that the parish priest got my
letter and she said she would. Maybe she sensed my distress or something but she
asked me who we were looking for and I told her the relatives of Mary Boyle.
Thinking back on the whole thing if I had said the relatives of Anne Doherty,
probably nothing would have happened. It takes luck, it takes luck. Well anyway
I must have said the right thing. Her husband was standing next to his wife his
name is Jerry Reilly and he calmly looks at me with a big smile and said am I
looking for Mary Boyle’s son and I said yes, then he smiled and told me his name
was Patty Joe Boyle and that he Jerry was Patty’s wife’s first cousin. When he
told me this obviously it didn’t register. I think I was in kind of a daze, but
Deb picked it up right away. The next thing they were doing was trying to call
Patty, but nobody was home, apparently Jerry had seen Patty’s wife driving down
the road earlier in the day and he knew she wasn’t home. They then tried to call
Kathleen Reilly Patty’s sister, but she wasn’t home, so the next best thing he
wrote down the directions to find Patty’s house. He also told us that the old
house was still there but that Patty had built a new one in front of it. I think
you can imagine what ran through my mind. Now all we had to do was follow the
directions to Patty’s house and hope he was just outside someplace and hadn’t
gone away for the day. So we left with all the thanks we could offer and headed
for Patty’s house, but still left the letter knowing we wouldn’t be back. It was
now or never. We still had a couple of miles to go, but we knew we were home.
We found the road, a one lane
road, went down it and made a very sharp right turn, went about another 500
yards and there it was. I was told by Jerry Reilly to look for a white-haired
man and thankfully Patty had come in from the fields. I stopped in front of the
house and saw Patty. I walked into his yard and asked if he was Patty Joe Boyle
and he said yes he was, and I calmly told him that I think I am your cousin.
Patty just kind of looked at me dumbfounded as you can imagine. Here we were
like magic. It took probably about 5 to 10 minutes of me explaining myself and
finally after he processed all the information and he knew I had the right names
that he finally smiled and said that we were cousins, so we hugged each other,
but he had to wash his hands, like I said he had just come in from the fields
with his cows and now there were in his backyard grazing. It was probably the
happiest moment of my life, at least one of them I will always remember, the
look on Patty’s face, here is a 65 year old Irish farmer who has probably just
been given the most startling news he had ever heard. Of course Patty invited us
into his home for a cup of tea and to talk. We just kept talking and he kept
telling me things about our and his family. After I was in the house for about
15 minutes I asked him if he would mind me taking some pictures and of course he
said yes. So I was outside. Debbie was there with Patty and he excused himself
and went into the hallway. Deb told me later that actually Patty was on the
phone and probably didn’t want her to hear him talking to his wife who was away
at the time, but she told me that when his wife answered. He told her “The
Yankees are here, come home and make some tea”, and of course she must have been
stunned as he was and then she said he heard him say. “The Yankees they’ve come
back, some of the ones that went to America.” We found out later that we were
the first Americans to visit the family in Ireland since all my
great-grandparents, uncles and aunts left Ireland in 1870. After I was outside
for a little Patty came running out of the house to tell me that his sister was
on the phone and he wanted me to talk to her. We talked for about 15 minutes
We found out that Patty and
Philomena have two children Gabriel 27 and Geraldine who is 29. Gabriel lives in
the United States in New York City and is a carpenter. Geraldine works and lives
in Dublin. I don’t know what she does for a living. Patty's sister Kathleen
Reilly is married to Michael, she and her husband have a grocery store in Mohill and he is
also a farmer, they have no children. Patty and I just kept talking and Patty
kept showing me things around the farm including the old thatched roof house,
which is now has a tin roof. For many years in Ireland having a thatched roof
meant that you were probably too poor to have a tin roof, but today it is now
becoming a cool thing to have the thatched roof. He told me that at one time it
was just saplings and wood put together but at sometime it was then replaced
with stone. Among the things we talked about was he didn’t know where John and
Elizabeth are buried, probably because up until the last 40 or 50 years in
Ireland unless you were very wealthy you didn’t even have a grave marker let
alone a stone. We feel very confident that John and Elizabeth are buried nearby.
We know that they were married in Ballinaglera and that they were both from the
area. Their children were baptized there and Anne was married and both she and
Peter were buried from that church so it is apparent they were also buried there
someplace. Patty on a few occasions kept saying he wished that we would have
been there earlier like a couple of years. He said his mother Mary who passed
away in 2003 at the age of 95 used to talk about how her mother used to get
upset thinking of her brothers and sisters who had left for America and never
came back or even ever contacted them again. Although they did know about the
relatives who lived in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, but that was all they knew, that
they had originally lived in Pawtucket, but after that they never made contact,
as far as Michael Dougherty goes, he apparently once leaving Ireland never made
contact again. I told Patty I was sorry I couldn’t have been there earlier but
explained the whole story about how I had got started in this search and it
couldn’t be helped. I also told him I hope and pray that this opens a new
chapter in our families and I truly mean that. We now have cousins living in
Ireland and I pray this helps us all understand how important it is to never
forget our Irish heritage and not just because I insist on it. It is important
that we never forget the past, it is just too important. Just for everyone’s
information Patty is not our third, or fourth or fifth cousin. He is our second
cousin once removed. He is our great aunt Anne Doherty’s son, we are Michael
Dougherty her brothers great grandchildren. To explain another little part of
this story. If you remember when I said that one child had been left behind that
wasn’t true. Patty believes that there were 9 total children. I know of 4 and
that all 9 left for the Untied States. The reason Anne was left behind was
because she was born after all the rest had left for America. He also told me
how bad things were in Bellinaglara and that the European Union had saved
Ireland and its economy. He told me that is wasn’t too many years ago that
Ireland including him and his wife were still very poor, but that over the last
20 to 30 years things had gotten better for them. When we had been at the Dogh
Island Famine Village in Inishowen the same exact words were echoed by the man
who was our guide that day. This next part is one of the very interesting parts
of my research into this. One of the things Aunt Ciss had given me long ago was
the fact that John Dougherty used to transport people across the Shannon River,
right behind his house, of course in my excitement I had forgotten about that
to, but toward the end of our visit Patty took both Deb and me to the back of
the property to look where John Doherty had transported people across the
Shannon River. I never even asked him about this little story he volunteered it.
John Doherty didn’t have a big boat, but that is what he did and Patty showed us
the place that he used to do this. He was also a farmer like Anne was and like
everyone who lived there was. I was so stunned, it was what was in the note,
exactly as it had been written. It was truly amazing. We didn’t want to leave
but we had to, our B&B was waiting for us in Galway and we had been so busy
during this trip that Deb had not really had a chance to do her shopping and I
had promised her that we would shop in Galway which from Patty’s place was a
good 3 hour drive. It was approaching 7:30 and we had to go very shortly if we
were going to get to Galway in any kind of reasonable hour. In Ireland you don’t
want to drive at night especially if you are a rookie like I was driving there.
There are no street lights unless you are in the big cities and driving is not
an Irish strong point believe me, but Patty kept insisting that we stop and say
hello to his sister Kathleen Reilly his sister and our other cousin who lives in
the town of Mohill, and I really wanted to, but I knew it was impossible, but I
promised Patty to be back as soon as we can and I hope to do that in 2 years. We
finally grudgingly left and headed for Galway. That was nerve racking. We got to
Galway at about 11:30 P.M., but we got there.
Patty’s address in Ireland is:
Patrick Boyle
Lower Annagh
Dowra
Ballinaglera County Leitrim
011-353-71-964-3044
and Kathleen Reilly’s address:
Green Road
Mohill
County Leitrim
011-353-71-963 1045
Obviously I hope you take advantage
of this opportunity. On our phone system it is only 8 cents to call Ireland and
I will be doing that on a regular basis. I had the right one. I will find out
when I call her and the next trip to Ireland, who knows we may have more
cousins.
Your loving brother, cousin or nephew
Timothy Michael Antosy
Fill
ar do dhu`chas
Get back to your roots.
Final Thoughts at least for now on the Boyle's of Lower Annagh, County Leitrim,
Republic of Ireland.
Now, a few more facts about the
Doherty and what I learned at the reunion. In Ireland the names
usually associated with an area stay there. As an example the Doherty’s
basically hail from the Donegal and the Derry areas. In Derry I looked in a
phone book and counted 8 full pages of Doherty’s to give you some idea. After I
had joined the Doherty clan organization I immediately realized that our family
obviously didn’t live in either Donegal or Derry and I wondered how they got
there. Although Leitrim is bordered to the north by Sligo and just above that is
Donegal it is still not that very close to Donegal. When I was at the reunion I
had a talk with Patty Doherty who is the Doherty family genealogist. Patty
actually lived in Michigan, but moved to Ireland about 20 years ago and has been
doing most of the genealogy work for the Doherty’s since then I also know his
son Cameron who probably will eventually follow in Patty’s footsteps. Anyway
Patty told me that the way our branch of the Doherty’s got into Leitrim was that
in 1601 the Doherty clan from Donegal went down to County Cork to fight the
British, in the battle of Kinsale, a very famous battle but the Catholics lost
and that kind of started the vast emigration to the United States. Many of them
never got back to County Donegal and they ended up in Leitrim. There are 3
distinct sects of Doherty’s in Leitrim. Hopefully Patty is going to help me to
find out more, if I can’t do it myself. I always kind of wondered why the
Doherty’s left the way they did. Michael was born in 1849 right at the time of
the worst problems as far as the famine goes, although historically the famine
was over there still was much trouble there, but he didn’t leave Ireland till
1870 at that time there were constant battles going on from the Fenians which is
the flag he brought from Ireland to the Land wars which were just starting to
happen. The poverty is obvious in Ballinaglera, it is is very pretty but very
poor. You don’t see any corn, or wheat or industry, just cows, sheep and
occasional horses. One thing I also learned that might have helped Michael a
little. The use of the Irish language in Ballinaglera started to end around
1830, so when he did come to American that fact probably helped him that he
spoke English more than Irish.
When we were in Ireland and in
Leitrim I picked up a couple of books and have learned much more about
Ballinaglera and basically about the life that our ancestors had to live in
Ireland. Leitrim at least where the Doherty’s lived was not as affected as some
other parts of Ireland by the famine. Ballinaglera also was not affected too
much by the British plantation owners, Ballinaglera is not a place with great
farmland, at least the British didn’t think so. The main British plantation was
in Manor Hamilton about 20 miles north of Ballinaglera. As far as the famine goes
luckily they raised oats there. The other crops they raised went to pay the
absentee landlords in England and other parts of Ireland, but the oats that were
raised to feed the horses were still enough for the people to eat. They used the
oats for most every meal, as porridge, oatmeal of course and even oat cakes,
they even found a way to create milk from the residue of the oats. It however
did not stop illnesses like Tuberculosis which many people who live in
malnutrition type areas die from. Their basic diet when the potato was available
was potatoes and buttermilk, usually for every meal. The lady who was the
undertaker told us the main thing is that everyone left and went to America.
Then later reading my books it also was clear, immigration from Leitrim was very
dramatic and it took most of the young men and women away to America. To give
you some idea how dramatic it has been, even up to 1971 in Ballinaglera Catholic
Parish here are the numbers to think about. In 1841 there were a total of 624
Households composed of 1,907 men and 1,838 women, making a total of 3,745 people
by 1971 there were only 194 Households with a total of 351 Men and 260 Women
making a total of only 611 living in Ballinaglera Parish. Immigration has hit
Leitrim extremely hard. As you drive down the roads in the area along Lough
Allen and in the Ballinaglera area, you see many abandoned homes that have
probably been that way for 100 years. It is still a poor area, but has
come
along way over the last 20 to 30 years, but obviously it has affected the
Boyle’s. Gabriel of course lives in New York. He has a girlfriend who lives in
New Jersey and the family hopes they will get married. Patty and Philomena of
course hope he comes back some day and takes over the farm, but I don’t know if
that will happen. Patty hasn’t seen Gabriel in over 3 years and he won’t fly, so
who knows the next time he will see him. Philomena is going to New York in
September. When I talked to them after we came back home I got the impression
that Geraldine is also going to accompany Philomena when she goes to New York so
Deb and I might try to meet them in September. As things turned out we obviously
did meet Philamenia and Gabriel, Amy and Geraldine. It was a great day
sightseeing in New York and then meeting my relatives. It was wonderful
P.S. when we were in Ireland we
visited County Tyrone where Ellen Kirk (Ellen Dougherty Michael Dougherty’s
wife) lived. Through some contacts of mine including some people who we met who
live in Tyrone I received a phone call. Unfortunately I didn’t ask the right
questions. My friends in Tyrone who do genealogy studies came up with this name
and the name is Susan McCrory. I asked her if her grandmother, or
great-grandmother was Ellen Kirk, but I had forgotten that in Ellen Dougherty’s
obituary, that she had a sister remaining in Ireland and her name was Mrs.
Margaret McCrory, so maybe I had the right one. I will find out when I call her
and the next trip to Ireland, who knows we may have more cousins.
Your
loving brother, cousin or nephew
Timothy
Michael Antosy