So, Grandpa Flor and Grandma Ellen – as was the Catholic Irish way – had a large family. They must have sometimes lost count. Six boys and four girls I believe (edit – I’m advised eight boys, four girls + one more adopted), though I’ll need to check that. All somehow lived together at ‘Tonafora’. Flor & Ellen had their own room, the boys in another and the girls in the last one. They would sleep, like pilchards in a tin, alternatively head to feet.
No wonder that they scattered to the four winds once they were old enough. Their stories are, for the most part, long forgotten. The family lived through the early years of the last century, through the War of Independence with Britain and the ensuing Civil War which saw the birth of the Irish Free State. Indeed Uncle Jimmy, one of the youngest boys, was born during Easter Week 1916. The somewhat bodged ‘Rising’ that week nonetheless kick-started Ireland’s freedom from British rule.
Uncle Jimmy became a legend in my eyes. He worked on the railways. When I first knew him he was a level-crossing keeper. He lived only a couple of hundred yards from ‘Tonafora’ with his wife Sheila and his children – my cousins – Mary and Ann. The West Cork line ran through the meadows here between Cork city and Bantry. When the bell sounded in their house Jimmy would put on his hat, completing his uniform, and would head outside and open the level crossing gates. We’d stand on the gates and watch the train rumble through. Later, Jimmy would go on to work at Cobh Station, out along the estuary from the city. He died one Christmas, relaxing in his armchair with a glass of whiskey after lunch.
My father Donal was the youngest of the boys. I used to travel back to Dunmanway with him when I was young. We’d do the rounds of aunts, uncles, cousins. I used to think Ireland as a sort of fairyland and I never got over my love for the place.
But what of my mother’s side, I hear you cry. Part 4 coming up.
Jane Fritz said:
Love it. Keep them coming, Roy!
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Roy McCarthy said:
Hello Jane, and thank you. Just my Mum’s story to come.
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Andrea Stephenson said:
Great stories Roy.
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Roy McCarthy said:
Thank you Andrea 🙂
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diannegray said:
Wonderful stories, Roy. I’m hoping that when it’s time for me to go, I go like Uncle Jimmy xxx
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Roy McCarthy said:
Hi Dianne. Yes that was a proper shock for the family, as you can imagine, but what a nice and peaceful departure.
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candidkay said:
Oh, a large family is magic. And insanity. All at once, right? I thought my five older sisters was a lot, but your family has us beat! Although my grandmother came from 14 children. Can you even imagine? I wonder how parents did not lose their minds back then:).
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Roy McCarthy said:
Ain’t it a fact. It’s hard to imagine yet it seems to have been the accepted thing, certainly in catholic Ireland of yesteryear.
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Browsing the Atlas said:
My first husband was the youngest in his Irish Catholic family of six kids. It seemed so vastly different from my own solitary upbringing.
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Roy McCarthy said:
Six would have been accounted average to small 100 years ago. I don’t know if religious practice or love of kids was the reason 🙂
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Mithai Mumblezz said:
Great account of your family!! 🙂 Waiting for next part!! 🙂
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Roy McCarthy said:
Thanks Mithai 🙂 Yes I must get on with it.
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Mithai Mumblezz said:
Yess absolutely!!😀👍
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chattykerry said:
Love the new blog, Roy and the post. Still catching up. I have an Uncle Donal. ☘
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Roy McCarthy said:
Hey, maybe we’re long-lost cousins 🙂
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chattykerry said:
Then we can never have an affair…😆
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Minuscule Moments said:
Roy I have really enjoyed reading about your history i know all too well about the large catholic family. Sad that Tonafora has been demolished, great that you have photo’s to treasure the memories. Look forward to the next instalment.
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Roy McCarthy said:
Thank you Kath 🙂 Part 4 (and last for the moment) is now posted.
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