Bog Irish Micks: The O’Brien Family from Scariff

Bog Irish Micks: The O’Brien Family from Scariff,

by Kath Woodley.

ISBN 978-0-473-17611-2

In the 19th century when thousands of Irish arrived in New Zealand, they were frequently greeted with the derisive term ‘Bog Irish Micks.’ This then is the unusual title chosen by Kath Woodley to commemorate her ancestors the O’Briens of Moynoe, Scariff, Co. Clare who settled in New Zealand.  Within a generation descendants became lawyers, bank managers, broadcasters, film makers and even an All-Black!

Bog Irish Micks: The O'Brien Family from Scariff

The story begins with John O’Brien (1816-1867 who resided beside Moynoe graveyard in a three roomed thatched cottage, the ruins of which can still be seen. He married first Bridget Hynes from Kiladerry, Broadford. They had Mary born 1855 and John 1856. Their mother died in 1856 and Mary and John were reared with their cousins, the Hynes family in Meelick, Whitegate. There Mary met, and married in 1873 William Burke of Meelick, Whitegate. Their grandson, Billy (the blonde) Burke, passed away on the 29 November 2011. Ar dheis Dé go raibh a n-anam dílis. Her brother John O’Brien sailed from London to New Zealand, on the ship Hannibal in 1875. He was nineteen years of age. In 1879 he moved to New Zealand, married and reared a family.

John O’Brien of Moynoe married secondly Margaret Malone, Firpark, Bodyke in 1857. They had three boys Michael, Benjamin and Timothy and two girls Bridget and Margaret. John O’Brien died in February 1867 and his widow married the farm manager Robert Guerin in July of the same year. With him she had another eight children.

The five children of John O’Brien and Margaret Malone ended up in New Zealand. One of the finest memorials in Moynoe graveyard was erected by them. The author is descended from Benjamin who sailed from Plymouth to Sydney in 1880 when he was nineteen years old. He later went to New Zealand, enlisted in the armed constabulary and later joined the New Zealand Police Force. He married Elizabeth McDonough from the parish of Kilronan, Roscommon. They had nine children. They called their house Kincora.

The second son of Benjamin and Elizabeth O’Brien was John Gerald O’Brien. He made the All-Black rugby team for a tour of Australia in 1914 but had the misfortune to break his leg. He was also one of that unlucky generation of rugby players whose careers were disrupted by World War I. In all he made 12 appearances for the All-Blacks before retiring in 1919. Though only 1.73 metres tall and around 70kg he regularly played at fullback.

With the publication of this work a further valuable contribution has been made to honouring the memory of those Clare men and women who because of economic circumstances (as we have today) were forced to leave their homes and fatherland in search of a better life. The book is illustrated with over 500 photographs, sketches and drawings that complement and illuminate the text.

The author Kath Woodley can be justly proud of her achievements. It is a beautiful book worthy of a place in every household. The book is accompanied with a CD that contains a genealogical base of thousands of names, files of birth, marriage and death certificates, an orchestral piece by a Bryan O’Brien and mystery photos.

The cover design, a painting of Scariff by Vern Walker, shows clearly what a little colour and imagination can do for a place. Scariff has never looked better and I doubt if it ever will.

KathWoodlet can be contacted on jelly.k@xtra.co.nz

 

Review by Gerard Madden

 

Review: The Old Road


The Old Road, The Writings of Nora T. Goonane Leonard 1913-2007. ISBN 978-0-9568828-0-6. Edited by Gerard Madden.

The Old Road, The Writings of Nora T. Goonane Leonard 1913-2007. ISBN 978-0-9568828-0-6

The Old Road contains 140 poems and fifteen essays by Nora T. Goonane Leonard who was born in Whitegate in 1913. There is something simple and noble and pure in her writings. She wrote about life and everyday things in a language we can all understand. She wrote for pleasure and to lift the spirits and lives of the reader.

The Old Road is still as tranquil and captivating a place as it was 100 years ago. To really enjoy the walk Nora recommended that you take off your shoes and walk barefoot on the soft green ramparts, in the early morning in the month of May.

 

The wet grass will squish beneath your feet- tiny yellow buttercups will scissor between your toes, the fragrance of dew laden whitethorn and crabapple will stimulate every fiber of your body and mesmerize your soul. Then be you atheist or Christian you will sing praise and thanks for the beauty and refreshment of the simple life.

 

Her poetry and prose contain images and details highly charged with love of place and people. The Brooders, Barretts, Coffeys, Garveys, Powers, Touhys and Walshes etc are mainly gone but Andrews Park, Garisiun, the Black Road, Nicholas’s Paddy’s Hill, Gort, Creggera and Cnoc a Lannacht are places she has immortalised as surely as Patrick Kavanagh gave us Shancoduff and Kednaminsha.

Her poetry and prose also deals with a heartache too well known to every family in this island, the awful sadness of leavetaking, of breaking the chord that ties us to childhood, to growing up here, to place, to family, to a sense of belonging. On Good Friday the 18 April 1830 she emigrated to America. Her prose article The Parting is a masterpiece.

She wrote-

Songwriters and composers have written many songs of the heart throughout the ages, but only the owner of one could express the pangs of a seventeen year old heart bidding goodbye to home and loved ones for the first time. Left behind were the companionship of brothers and sisters , the strong discipline, the tender love of parents and the freedom and pleasures of the great outdoors which haunt the memory forever.

 

The rose design on the cover is a mark of respect to the faith and beliefs of Nora T. Goonane and her daughter Mary Forlastro. They share the middle name of Theresa, after St Theresa – the little flower. Nora T. throughout her life and Mary Forlastro throughout hers knew that God was answering their prayers whenever they saw roses in any form be it in drawings, photos, jewellery, in gardens, flower arrangements etc.

Nora T. believed that our stay on earth is measured by our deeds.

In a short poem entitled Life’s Worth, she wrote-

So quickly it’s over

And what have you done

Is your job finished or not yet begun?

You came in the morning

And stayed the day through

Is the World better off

For having known you?

 

The World is certainly better off for knowing Nora T. Goonane Leonard 1913-2007.