This was taken of the Staball Hill area of Castlebar, Ireland, in the late 1890s and depicts the rebuilding after the old houses were razed. It was also known as Poorhouse Hill, because the workhouse was located nearby.
Monthly Archives: March 2016
Two amateur videos shot early on March 17th show a brief but bright flash on the edge of Jupiter’s disk. Did the King of Planets get whacked again?
Which brings me to the requisite ear worm. I love this song.
Jupiter Crash by The Cure
So much for gravity…
This was in my inbox this morning, from the same generous soul who shared Bridget’s and Walter’s marriage certificate and my great-great aunt Margaret’s birth certificate. It’s the death certificate for my great-great grandmother, Bridget Bourke. The informant listed, M. J. Richardson, was Walter’s and Bridget’s son-in-law, Michael. He married their oldest daughter, Ann Basquill.
I am over-the-moon level happy.
I’m working on post-1880 records that FamilySearch has microfilmed and digitized. The reels are listed in the card catalog there, but the entries aren’t indexed.
Once I’ve run out of digitized images online, I’ll have to order the undigitized microfilms from FamilySearch. Ugh. That means viewing them at the FS library, which is only open a few hours a week. It’s necessary, though. I know that the theory is that post-1880 parish records are redundant, because the civil registration system was robust by that time. But, I’m finding lots of people in the parish records who I can’t find in the civil registration indexes. So.
Also there really is no substitute for the context you get from seeing all the entries together.
Sometimes you look at something so many times that you stop seeing it. Tonight I had two small epiphanies.
1) I had a note scribbled during a conversation with my grandma Jeanne, about her recollection of what her mother had told her about her own family. There wasn’t much there, but the ever elusive Myles made an appearance. Grandma thought he’d been born between Margaret and Nell. He’d either died from an illness or drowned in a pond, at about three years old.
That would mean that Myles had to have been Bridget Bourke’s son, not Mary McHugh’s. It also means that I may never find any actual evidence that he existed. His life was so short that his birth and death may never have been officially registered.
It also means that the gap between Nell’s and Margaret’s births isn’t so large after all. Five years would have been a long time to go between children, for Walter and Bridget.
Which brings me to the next epiphany.
2) I took another look at the 1911 census. For one thing, I’m still trying to find Bridget’s baptismal record. I can find her siblings, but there’s no trace of her. There’s an entry in the death index for a Bridget Basquill who died in 1938, at the age of 76. That would match nicely with what I think is probably Bridget’s birth date. The 1901 census matches that birth date, but the 1911 census is a little off. Not a huge concern. Censuses are can give you a decent range and comparative ages of children, but they’re really not very good sources for actual birth dates.
But look at columns 10, 11, and 12! Column 10 has the number of years Walter and Bridget have been married, and it’s almost right on the money. Columns 11 and 12 are the interesting ones, though, and I have no idea why I missed this information the last thousand times I’ve looked at this. As of 1911, Bridget had had nine children, of which nine were living. That means, even with Myles tucked in there between Margaret and Nell, there are still three Basquills unaccounted for. For now, I’ve just added place holders, to remind me that there should be three more children to look for.
Also, this means that if this information is correct, Walter is winning the procreation race against Louis Charles Couvrette, albeit with two wives instead of Louis Charles’ one.
(The 1/2 in front of some of the children’s names, on Walter’s and Bridget’s family group screen, mean that those are half-siblings. Their mother is Mary McHugh.)
Remember the unspeakable pile of filing I was working on, a few months ago? I finally, finally, FINALLY finished it. Not before it doubled in size again a couple of times, unfortunately, but it’s done.
That means I can work on research, without feeling like I’m constantly behind. (Seriously? Some of those papers were family group sheets I made when I first started, years ago. It was BAD.)
This dog makes me laugh every day.
Also, if your dog hates having its nails trimmed, a plate smeared with peanut butter is your secret weapon. Pick up each foot, like you’re shoeing a horse, and the dog will be too busy licking up the peanut butter to care. Zero drama makes life better for everyone.
The baby books are for my niece, Hazel.
I also got a super cheap step for Frances. I attached a piece of carpet to the top, and she’s used it about fifty times already today, to get on and off the couch.
Between her crappy knees and the arthritis in her spine, she’s been really reluctant to get on the couch and the bed. I’ve been worrying about how to help her out, so I’m glad she’s willing (and eager!) to use her new step.