The Importance of Blogs.

I reccommend writing a blog to everybody, or even a diary if you must.  Every person should try and put pen to paper or more realistically these days, put finger to keyboard.  It becomes that person’s indelible mark on life, of massive interest to the ensuing generations and hopefully to todays people.  One of my big regrets is that none of my precedents ever  performed this task, to let us know what it was really like, although my mother did the next best thing and saved every relevant piece of paper she could.  I do understand of course that life is too much of a daily struggle to afford time for the future, but if only they had.  Take my own case in more modern times; I was that busy working six and seven days a week that I had little time for my own children, never mind the generations ahead.  Like everything in life it is a discipline and the sooner this discipline is grasped and held onto the more lessons children can learn from their forebears.  I only grasped this  late but since then I have written everthing down.  God help the person charged with making some kind of sense of it all because it is only the ramblings of a half-wit.  125,000 words of a memoir,written in a month, three years ago, and the subject of drastic rewriting and editing ever since and thousands of pages of drivel and sense in equal measures which are scattered about the office where I sit.  One day I will devise a filing system before it is too late.

One of the really good things about a blog is its neatness, its order.  It cannot get into disarray.  The nicest thing in the main is its inter-reaction with other people.  Because it can be read by everyone, it can be commented on and  it can bring people together.  Equally it can drive people apart, but it is easy to forget those negative sides and just press on.  In my case it has enabled me to come into contact with long lost close cousins, we spent our childhoods together, but with one thing and another, had drifted apart, as each went their own way in the world.  It is for these long lost cousins that I dedicate todays blog.

Once upon a time there were twin sisters, Margaret(1922-1988) and Catherine Crehan(1922-1963) who loved each other as only twins can.  They once had a little sister called Mary(1925-1930) and as with all sad stories these three sisters died well before their time.  They were the daughters of James Patrick Crehan(1874-1958), a native of Ballinamore Bridge, Co. Galway and Mary Creevy(1884-1947) born in Miles Platting, Manchester, who were married in Corpus Christie Church in 1919.

If we take James Patrick’s line first.  He was the eldest of four brothers, Thomas (1876-1856?) who went to New York in 1904 and settled in Corona, Long Island. Lawrence (1877-1954?) who stayed and farmed the family land and Michael (1878-1921) who was found drowned in the Bridgewater Canal in Eccles.  These four men were the sons of  John Crehan, (1839-1921) and Kate Finnigan (1839-1915?) both of Ballinamore Bridge.  Family legend has it that Kate was of the same Finnigan family as those who owned the large store on Deansgate in Manchester before it moved out to Wilmslow in the 1960s.  Both John and Kate had been born before the Famine, and lived their whole lives through the hard years, they had a sense of the history and politics of their time, they could read and write in English and Irish and they passed their knowledge on to their sons.  James Patrick was the only one I knew and he was fully clued up.

If we follow the Creevy line, we find that Mary had a brother Patrick born in 1882 and a sister, Margaret Ann (1891-1965), who were the children of James Creevy (1853-1901) a native of Clane, Co. Kildare and Margaret Lalor (1848-1894) born in Killasmeestia, Borris in Ossary, Co. Laois now or Queens County then.  This woman, my great grandmother, could not write and signed her childrens birth certificates with a “X”.  She had come to England in the 1850s with her parents, William Lalor born about 1810 and Margaret Delaney (1819-1891) who were both from Borris in Ossary.  It is here the trail stops.

As with most things Irish, the easy trail stops at the Famine, lots of time and energy needs to be summoned to advance the trail further if at all.  The family tree lies cold but as with everything on, people come along with no idea of timeframe and insert your ancestors in with theirs, as the name fits and that is all that matters.  One example was a woman in Buffalo, New York State, who found Michael Crehan on my tree and found he had died in Eccles.  That is all I had put.  She then linked this up with Eccles in West Virginia.  According to her Michael Crehan, he had fathered six children in Buffalo, joined the American Army in 1917, survived the war but never came back to Buffalo.  Our Michael Crehan, worked in England and Ireland, never married and never went to America, although he did fight his own private war in the IRA in the War of Independence (1918-1921).  The lady from Buffalo nearly had me fooled for a time, because if you stretched credence to the limit, her Michael, almost fitted into our Michael’s time span.  The only problem was the six children he would not have had the time to produce, unless of course there was another man in Buffalo doing his work for him.  Irish Americans are prone to this as one Paddy Reilly looks like another from a distance of 100 years.  Just get the name down, do not worry about lineage, seems to be the philosophy.

The building of a family tree is easy it just requires perseverance and patience.  Every one should try it and expect surprises.  What to me is more interesting is what these people did on a daily basis and then it becomes difficult and requires lots of hard work and travelling, but it is very rewarding and sometimes sad.  If only they had kept a diary or did a blog.

All the best in the future to Leo, Michael, especially Catherine, John, Elizabeth and Ann Marie.

2 thoughts on “The Importance of Blogs.

  1. Hi Paul,

    My grandad was Patrick Creevy, brother of Mary and Margaret. My Mum and your Mum were first cousins so we share ggrandparents – James Creevy and Margaret Lawler.

    1. Annette,
      As I say in my blog, everyone should build a family tree and expect a surorise and what a pleasant surprise this has been. I have been looking for Patrick Creevy’s line for ages and I am so pleased you left your comment. The power of the blog!
      I will e-mail you.

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