Tag Archives: Ireland

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#Changingtherules – The Glee Project Winners

In my professional life, I have managed a contest or two. Lawyers deflated the creative bubble every time. Compromises had to be made for the contests to meet rules and regulations for most of the world. Announcing the winners should have been a career high. The first death threat I received turned it into a career low. Where had all the gracious losers gone?

So I watched The Glee Project with fascination as competition rules were arbitrarily changed. I followed the online comments and held my breath waiting for the competition to implode. The worst never happened, the rules changed and the creators of Glee drew upon the wisdom of Solomon and the juggernaut that is Glee to award the grand prize to not one, but two, contestants.

Adding two additional, unadvertised, and totally surprising runner-up prizes delighted me. I can’t wait to see the 2-parter written for Alex. I am not anticipating Lindsay’s 2 story arc – she was the least likeable of the final four – and not in an amusing Rachel Berry way either.

Damian McGinty epitomized gracious loser. What aplomb from an 18-year-old, as he congratulated Samuel, acknowledging his own disappointment. Then Ryan Murphy announced Damian, too, had won, and boom – teenage delight. Congratulations, Mr and Mrs McGinty – you raised a fine young man.

My faith has been restored.

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A St. Patrick’s Day Ponder

In 1827, a family from a county about which no songs are sung, left Ireland for a better life. Their departure predated the Great Famine by 20 years. What had compelled a father to pay  £3 10′ per person passage for “four persons above 12 and four children under 12″ to cross the Atlantic to a unknown wilderness?

That small sept of immigrants were Protestants, and Ireland was an English territory. Yet when that man and his descendants completed Canadian census after census for nearly a hundred years, they declared they were of the Irish race, never English.

That is until one descendant was adopted by a kind woman named Campbell, causing his branch of that Irish family to believe their roots were in Scotland. Recently the truth was uncovered and our identity revisited – a very personal version of Who do You Think You are?

Last Saturday, in the Local History room of my public library I believe I found the answer to the puzzle. Our forefather was 65 years old when he left Ireland. That is equivalent to about 80 years of age these days. When his son Martin – from whom we are descended – was born the Napoleonic War was raging. When the war ended the price 0f grain plummeted, farm rents remained high.

Conditions worsened. Factories closed. Surplus crops were left to rot. Unemployment was rampant. Ireland’s population density was the highest in Europe. Rioting was an everyday occurence. By 1821, only six counties in Ireland had a solvent bank. Nothing was too big to fail.

In 1827, my ancestors were among the 20,000 Irish emigrants who emigrated to North America.  Stripped of religion and politics – age old Irish bones of contention – their motivation was simple and universal – survival.

If he had remained in his homeland, I would be facing the same troubles: failing banks, devaluation of real estate and joblessness. For in the 21st century Irish prosperity is, once again, short-lived. This time, however, there are no frontiers to welcome the determined. On this St. Patrick’s Day then, I remember that there but for fortune go I.

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Unasked for Advice for the Novice Genealogist

Fast approaching is my first St. Paddy’s Day as an Irish colleen 200 years removed from the old country. So I’ve been focusing my ancestral hunt on the Irish family line. Belatedly, as a result, I had an Ah-Ha moment that I decided to share with my fellow novice genealogists.

Identify Your Family Archivist

My branch of the family tree was unaware that a cousin from another branch was custodian of the photos and stories of the family members we had in common. Before you start chasing the unknown reconnect with everyone in the family – not just the immediate relatives – but the distant cousins.

Hint B – if you aren`t sure you have distant cousins – ask the least likeliest people in your inner circle. You may be surprised with whom they have kept in touch.

Hint C – Write down the stories, or turn on the Blackberry and record the stories. The details may be hazy – sometimes completely wrong – but there may be that one comment that is the key that unlocks a door to the past.

Hint D – don`t start if you aren`t prepared to become obsessed!

Happy Hunting.

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Nature or Nurture: For me-Nature

I can’t remember a day when I didn’t want to be somewhere else  – doing and experiencing things that weren’t vaguely familiar. I went through a period when I drove my father to distraction asking why we couldn’t live on a farm, or move Out West. The romantic in me always thought the grass was greener elsewhere.

The recent research of my family tree has uncovered the roots of my wanderlust. My family has been on the move since the 1600s. From Europe to North America, from the Virginia colony to New York. From New Amsterdam to Upper Canada. My ancestors followed the railroad from Prince Edward County to northern Ontario. Another branch followed the frontier, from Ireland to Wellington County to Bruce and north…always north.

Did any of my forefathers and foremothers ever imagine that a descedant would travel as far north as is humanly possible on this planet?

I wonder as I gather the documents, photos and stories if they relished travel the way I do. The historical context seems to be that circumstance or ambition drove their movement. Yet once the move was made many of the branches stayed in one place for generations. The branches to which I belong, however, kept moving, as I continue to do today.