Rossas Recollections 1838 To 1898

Author : O'Donovan Rossa
Publisher : Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
ISBN 13 : 9781523244300
Total Pages : 182 pages
Book Rating : 4.2/5 (443 download)

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Download or read book Rossa's Recollections 1838 to 1898 written by O'Donovan Rossa and published by Createspace Independent Publishing Platform. This book was released on 2016-01-12 with total page 182 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: In the Old Abbey field of Ross Carbery, County of Cork, is the old Abbey Church of St. Fachtna. Some twenty yards south of the church is the tomb of Father John Power, around which tomb the people gather on St. John's eve, "making rounds" and praying for relief from their bodily infirmities. On the tombstone it is recorded that Father Power died on the 10th of August, 1831. I was at his funeral; I heard my mother say she was "carrying" me that day. It is recorded on the parish registry that I was baptized on the 10th of September, 1831; that my god-father was Jerrie Shanahan, and my god-mother Margaret O'Donovan. When I grew up to boyhood I knew her as "Aunty Peg." She was the wife of Patrick O'Donovan "Rua," and was the sister of my mother's father, Cornelius O'Driscoll. Jerrie Shanahan's mother was Julia O'Donovan Rossa-my father's uncle's daughter. She is buried in Flatbush, Brooklyn. Her granddaughter Shanahan is the mother of nine or ten children of the Cox family, the shoe manufacturers of Rochester, N. Y., who by "clounas" are connected with the family of ex-Congressman John Quinn of New York, as John Quinn's mother was the daughter of Denis Kane of Ross, whose wife was the sister of John Shanahan. I don't know if John Quinn knows that the Coxes of Rochester are cousins of his; I don't know would he care to know that his mother's first cousin, Jerrie Shanahan is my second cousin, and my god-father. There were forty men of my name and family in my native town when I was a boy; there is not a man or a boy of my name in it now. One woman of the name lives as heritor of the old family tomb in the Old Abbey field. And that is the story of many another Irishman of the old stock. Families scattered in death as well as in life; a father buried in Ireland, a mother buried in Carolina, America; a brother buried in New York, a brother buried in Pennsylvania, a sister buried in Staten Island. The curse that scattered the Jews is not more destructive than this English curse that scatters the Irish race, living and dead.