In uncovering the newspapers articles from the 1920s, one of the stories that unfolded was the relationship between John, and a relative of his wife’s, Daniel Treanor, who had left Ireland bound for New York City. John and Daniel banter with each other across the ocean by the means of…
As I read his words, I understood the hearts in America that still yearn for Ireland – whether they have stepped on its green grass or not. The heart belongs, and still has a home in Ireland. Generations have come and gone, but there remains a deep-longing and attachment for…
My Great-great-grandfather was born in 1855, just as Ireland was trying to recover from a potato famine that, through death and emigration, had taken approximately a quarter of the population. About a million people in Ireland are estimated to have died of starvation and disease between 1846 and 1851, and around…
