Saturday, July 27, 2019

My Curran Cousins

John Curran (1867-1944) of Lawrence and Lynn

John Joseph2 Curran (Kate1 Houlihan), the eldest child of John and Catherine (Kate) (Houlihan) Curran is my first cousin three times removed (1C3R).  He was born 8 February 1867[1] at the Commons of Milltown, Dingle, County Kerry and baptized on 10 February[2] of the same year.  His sponsors were Thomas Grady and his maternal aunt, Honora Houlihan.

John left Queenstown aboard the S S Atlas, which arrived in Boston on  6 May 1883.[3]  He settled first in Lawrence, Massachusetts.  He is listed in the Lawrence City Directory from 1885 to 1894, on Oak Street, first at 202, then 242 and later, until moving to Lynn, at 261.[4]  His occupation was listed as laborer.

On 24 July, 1888[5] John married Mary M. Kelleher, daughter of James and Kate (Buckley) Kelleher at St Mary's Church in Lawrence.  Mary was born in Ireland in January 1865.[6]  Witnesses were Bartholomew Creeden and Ellen Curran, John's sister.

The Augustinian Friars staffed St. Mary’s Church.  At the time of John’s marriage, one of the priests assigned to the parish was Fr. James Curran.  Fr. Curran was born in Milford, Massachusetts, and it is not clear if there was a family connection.

St Mary's Church,
Lawrence
On 11 June 1889,[7] John's daughter Catherine Zita Curran was born in Lawrence.  Catherine's middle name is clearly written as Zither on the Massachusetts Vital Record ledger, but she used the middle name of Zita later in life.  Her mother had an older sister named Zita, so that is most likely the intended name.   She was baptized on 16 June with only a middle initial which could be interpreted as a Z.  Her sponsors were Michael Shea and her paternal aunt, Helen (Ellen) Curran.

On 31 January 1891[8], John and Mary's second daughter, Maggie, was born in Lynn.  Maggie died the same day[9].  I have not located a baptismal record for Maggie.

Sometime between 1891 and 1895, John and Mary moved to Lynn.  They are recorded at 45 Amity Street, Lynn when Maggie was born, and in 1896,[10] they purchased land and a house at 43 Norton Street.[11]  .  It is not clear exactly when they moved, as they were in Lynn when Maggie was born, but are shown as leaving Lawrence in the city directory in 1895.

In 1892 Edison General Electric company of Schenectady, NY and the Thomson-Houston Company of Lynn merged to form the General Electric Company.  As the company grew, it offered security and the opportunity of advancement to its employees.  John was one who took advantage of this.  The house he purchased in 1896 was a stone's throw from the side gate to the plant.  Eventually John became a foreman in the iron foundry.    By the time John died in 1944, General Electric employed upwards of 20,000 employees at the Lynn location.[12]
43 Norton Street, Lynn

On 10 October 1896,[13] John Joseph Curran was sworn in as a citizen of the United States at U. S. District Court in Boston.  His witnesses were D. F. Eagan and Edward Ellsworth, both of Lynn.  Since he had arrived in the U. S. before the age of 18, no additional forms were required.  The passenger list shows his age as 14, but he was actually 16. 

John's wife Mary died on 11 June 1928,[14] age 63.  He married, as his second wife, Mary Ellen (Mame) Buckley, daughter of John and Eliza (Flynn) Buckley.  Mary Ellen was born 29 April 1869,[15] in Lynn, the daughter of Irish immigrants.

I have only heard two stories over the years about John, but I think they speak to his generosity and love of extended family.  My mother's father took her to visit John often.  She remembers him as a big man who loved to talk.  They would sit on the enclosed front porch to visit and he had a big spittoon, which intrigued her.

The other memory of John was shared with me by Mary Leahy, granddaughter of John's sister Catherine.  When her father, John Bernard Leahy graduated from Saugus High School there were not many opportunities open to him.   His father had remarried after his mother's death, and since he did not particularly get along with his stepmother, he did not like to spend too much time at the home.

John was hanging out with friends on the street corner one day, when he met Aunt Margaret, his mother's sister.  She asked what he was doing and he said he was waiting to enroll in the apprentice program at the G E.  Margaret, who was unmarried, had a good paying supervisory job at a shoe shop[16].  She offered to pay John's tuition if he wanted to go to college. 

John went home and spoke to the father of a friend, a local pastor at a church in Saugus.  This gentleman contacted his connections at DePauw University in Indiana and arranged for John to be admitted.  His tuition was paid in full by his aunt and uncle, Margaret Curran and her brother John. 

When John Leahy graduated from DePauw University, John Curran, who didn't drive, purchased a car, hired a driver, and was chauffeured to Indiana to attend his nephew's graduation.

John Curran's only surviving child, Catherine3 (John2,Catherine Houlihan1), married 26 November, 1906[17], at Lynn, to American born Michael Francis Dooley, son of Michael and Mary (Leahey) Dooley of Lynn. 

I would love to know why John Curran originally went to Lawrence.  I know his first cousin, Pat Griffin, emigrated around the same time and lived in Lawrence before moving to Westfield by 1889.  I am sure there were others there from the Dingle area.  Some of the sponsors or associates named above may be worth investigating, including Thomas Grady, Bartholomew Creeden, Fr. James Curran, Michael Shea, D. F. Eagan and Edward Ellsworth.

Next time, more about John's daughter Catherine.


[1] Irishgenealogy.ie
[2] Irishgenealogy.ie
[3] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Passenger and Crew Lists, 1820-1963
[4] Ancestry.com, U S City Directories, Lawrence, Massachusetts
[5] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Marriage Records, 1840-1915
[6] Ancestry.com, 1900 U S Federal Census
[7] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Birth Records, 1840-1915
[8] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Birth Records, 1840-1915
[9] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Death Records, 1840-1915
[10] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Birth Records, 1840-1915
[11] MassLandRecords.com
[12] Wikipedia
[13] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts State and Federal Naturalization Records, 1798-1950
[14] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Death Index, 1901-1980
[15] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Birth Records, 1840-1915
[16] At this time in Lynn, a shoe shop was a place where shoes were manufactured, not a retail establishment
[17] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Marriage Records, 1840-1915

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Friday, July 19, 2019

My Curran Cousins

The Currans of Lawrence, Lynn and Worcester (Part 1)

Catherine (Kate) (Houlihan) Curran
Catherine (Kate) (Houlihan) Curran was the younger sister of my great great grandmother, Mary (Houlihan) Griffin.  She was the third child, and second daughter of Denis and Catherine (Dowd or Doody) Houlihan, baptized 19 February 1843, at Strand, Dingle, County Kerry. [1]

Kate married John Currane, on 13 February 1866[2], at Dingle, County Kerry.  John, the son of John Curran and Ellen Cahill, was born 1833, at Commons of Milltown, County Kerry.

Kate and John had the following children all born at Commons of Milltown, Dingle, County Kerry, Ireland:

  1. John Joseph, born 8 February, 1867[3]; he died 27 August, 1944, in Lynn, Massachusetts[4]
  2. Ellen, born 2 December 1868[5]; she died in 1944 in Worcester, Massachusetts[6]
  3. Bridget, born 16 January 1871[7]; she died in the third quarter of 1872[8], Dingle, County Kerry
  4. James, born 15 June 1873[9];  he died 24 January, 1933, Lynn[10]
  5. Catherine T, born 17 September, 1875[11]; she died 16 January 1917, Lynn[12]
  6. Margaret, born 8 October, 1878;[13] she died 1961, Lynn[14]
  7. Elizabeth (Lizzie), born 6 February, 1881[15]; she died 1941, Lynn[16]
  8. Cornelius Joseph, born 22 January, 1886[17]; he died 17 September, 1937[18], Lynn
St Joseph Cemetery
Kate arrived in Boston aboard the Cephalonia on 19 June 1892[19], just two months before her daughter Ellen's wedding in Lawrence to Michael J. Canane.  The entire family had by this time immigrated to Massachusetts, settling first in Lawrence, where their eldest children, John and Ellen were married.  Ellen and her husband moved to Worcester and the rest of the family, including their parents, moved to Lynn.

John Curran is listed in the Lynn City Directory for the years 1896 through 1900 at 76 West Neptune Street[20].  He is not listed in the 1900 census, as he died on 11 April 1900,[21] at Lynn of La Grippe (intestinal tuberculosis), age 64.[22] He was buried at St. Joseph Cemetery.[23]   

14 Hathaway Street
Catherine is listed in the Lynn City Directories as the widow of John at 41 Woodman Street in 1901-1903, 67 Woodman Street in 1905, and at 14 Hathaway Street, the home of her daughter Catherine Leahy, from 1909 through 1916.[24]  Kate (Houlihan) Curran died on 18 December, 1916, from cerebral apoplexy and was buried at St Joseph Cemetery.  [25]

If you are related to or descended from John and Kate, please contact me through the comments section below.

[1] Irishgenealogy.ie
[2] Irishgenealogy.ie
[3] Irishgenealogy.ie
[4] Ancestry.com, U S City Directories, Lynn Massachusetts 1945
[5] Irishgenealogy.ie
[6] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Death Index, 1901-1980
[7] Irishgenealogy.ie
[8] Irishgenealogy.ie
[9] Irishgenealogy.ie
[10] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Death Index, 1901-1980
[11] Irishgenealogy.ie
[12] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Death Index, 1901-1980
[13] Irishgenealogy.ie
[14] Family sources
[15] Irishgenealogy.ie
[16] Ancestry.com, U S, Find A Grave Index, 1600s-Current
[17] Irishgenealogy.ie
[18] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Death Index, 1901-1980
[19] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts, Passenger and Crew Lists, 1820-1963
[20] Ancestry.com, U S City Directories, Lynn Massachusetts
[21] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Death Records, 1841-1915
[22] The 1900 U S Federal Census lists only those living as of June 1
[23] Ancestry.com, U S, Find A Grave Index, 1600s-Current
[24] Ancestry.com, U S City Directories, Lynn Massachusetts
[25] Ancestry.com, Massachusetts Death Index, 1901-1980

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Tuesday, January 8, 2019

James Edward Clancy 1952-2019



My cousin Jimmy Clancy was born less that 100 days before me, in the summer of 1952.  We shared a play area as infants, went through 12 years of parochial school together, and shared a love of Ireland and all things Irish.

When I was very young, my grandmother Nellie (Bryan) Scanlon lived at 100 Ashland Street.  Next door at 102 Ashland Street was her nephew Edward J. Clancy and his wife Claire. [1] As a new mother and an only child, my mother spent a lot of time with her mother.  And consequently,  I spent time with Jimmy next door.


Jimmy and I both attended Sacred Heart Grammar School on Robinson Street in West Lynn for Grades 1 through 8.  Our first grade teacher, Sister Mary Kieran (later known as Sister Rita McCormack CSJ) selected us for the roles of Mary and Joseph in the Christmas play.   We were to be understudies for the featured performers, Carol Kelley and Jerry Sexton, who were also cousins.  If I remember correctly, David Dube played the donkey.

After Sacred Heart, Jimmy and I both attended St Mary’s High School, graduating in 1970.  Jimmy was an outstanding athlete in high school, and later attended American International College.  Our lives took different paths, and Jimmy and I did not see much of each other, until a chance encounter brought us together on an Aer Lingus flight out of Shannon in 2002.    I was visiting Ireland with three high school classmates, celebrating out 50th birthdays.  Jimmy was touring Ireland with his brother Chip.  In the terminal at Shannon Airport, I saw his brother, but I thought it must just be someone who resembled him.  After all, everyone in Ireland looked like us!

My grandmother, Nellie, and Jimmy’s grandmother Alice (Bryan) Clancy, were sisters from Inistioge, County Kilkenny.  Ireland.  At some point in time, I learned that my birth grandmother, Mary (Scanlon) McDermott, died when my mother was only two weeks old.  My mother was adopted by an aunt and uncle.   Nellie’s husband, John Scanlon, was my mother's maternal uncle.  So Jimmy was right!  He had always said we were not related.

The next time I talked to Jimmy was at our 45th high school reunion in 2015.  We had a nice long talk and caught up on our lives.  I was looking forward to seeing him in 2020, but that won’t happen now.

Rest in peace, cousin.



[1] Ancestry.com. U.S. City Directories, 1822-1995 [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc., 2011.
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Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Lucky - 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks

From the Trenches April 25, 1918

This post is part of a project called "52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks" created by Amy Johnson Crow.


The prompt for Week 11 was Lucky.  That was last month, but lucky is appropriate for this post.  The letter below was written 100 years ago today from the trenches of France by Sergeant Jerry Sullivan.  He was the third man in the column when the shell landed.  The first two men were finished with the war that day.  My Papa lived another 49 years.

The letter transcribed below was published on the front page of The Peterborough (NH) Transcript on June 6, 1918.  Click here to see the letter as it appeared.

Bennington, New Hanpshire
I believe the letter was written to Frank Hart of Bennington, New Hampshire.  There were 3 Frank H's in Bennington in the 1920 census.  Frank Haas was only three years old, so I don't believe he would have written to him.  Both Frank Hart and Frank Holt were 54 years old and married to Annie and Ada respectively.  Frank Hart was employed as a machine tender at the paper mill.  Frank Holt is a farmer with his own farm.  Family tradition is that my grandfather worked at the paper mill in Bennington NH before serving with the National Guard in Texas and the Army in France during WWI, so considering the letter is addressed to Frank and refers to Mrs. H., I believe he was writing to Frank Hart.  I believe the line " Can't tell much on that subject, so please drop that first on the address." refers dropping the "first" from "first sergeant" when addressing mail.



Letter from France.


Following has been received from a friend in Bennington, which is a letter direct from the trenches:

Apr. 25, 1918.
In the Trenches
Dear Frank:
   It has been quite a while since I wrote you last, but I have received a number of your letters and the papers have been coming regularly.

   We have been jumping around the country like checkers on a checker board never staying in one place long enough so that we could get our mail censored.

Sergeant Jerry Sullivan, noted on back "My son Jerry,
Paris" , from the collection of June Russell Casaletto
   I am in a quiet sector at present and I am thankful that it is, for a while anyway, as we need a little rest.

   The last sector we were in, we got our bellies full for a few days.  I suppose you will know all about it by the papers, as they wrote everything that happened at the other place.  I can't write the names of places, although they print them.  It seems so funny.

   We are in a swampy woods with water up to our necks in places and mud; well there's more than a plenty.  Rubber boots are in style here, boots that pull way up to our hips and fasten to our waist belt.  Dug outs are fair, but have to be pumped out three times a day.

   Now I'll try and tell you something about the last place we were in.  I guess I haven't told you about my being reduced to the grade of duty sergeant, by our new company commander-- a U. S. R. man. ( A Plattsburg Lt. has been put in, and the older ones reduced to make this place for him).  Can't tell much on that subject, so please drop that first on the address.

   Well, we were back in rest billets taking things easy, when we heard that the squareheads were making it nasty up front, so we were thinking of the real excitement in store for us, when we were told we were to go up and relieve another company.

   We got as far as our carts and mules could go (well into the range of the artillery) then started out with our guides.  I went along, with one section of my platoon.  It was very dark night and we had hopes of getting in O. K.  We were going along an open space just before we were to enter a trench, when bing when an 88" landed at the head of our column.  The first two men have finished with this war and I was the third man in the column.  Another and still another landed before we realized what happened, and then we fell back into a trench until those shells raked the road way back for about half a mile.  Maybe I wasn't a little scared for a few minutes as we laid in that trench listening to those shells landing all around us.  My old bean was ringing just like a bell.

   After the shelling stopped, I checked up my men and found one badly hurt (the man in front of me) and the guide, well he never knew what hit him.  They found him the next morning thrown way off the road, all in pieces.

   We got our equipment picked up, and started back with our wounded man to get him to the hospital and get a new guide.  I learned today that our man died from his wounds.  We took a different route and got in O. K. and found that old John Boche was only about seventy-five yards away from us in places.

   Just before day break, a large number of Boche came over to do us up.  They got as far as our front line trench and found it empty, as we knew they were coming long before they did come.  As soon as they got into our front line trench we called for a barrage and our artillery sent over a nice box barrage, that penned them in until daybreak.

   They were in a fine pickle, as some of them started back over the tops, but they never got far as most of our boys are good with the rifle, so they gave up that idea.

   After we had breakfast, we went down our communication trench loaded with hand grenades dropped a few down one door of a dugout and then the man at the other door would call "Come out Fritz" and what Fritzies there were left, would come out hands over their heads, cowering with fear.
After the prisoners were take back a ways (near the dug outs I was in) and were being searched, the boche started shelling right and left, right where we were.  Talk about Hell breaking loose; well, before we could get the prisoners down in the shell proof of our dug out, some of them were laying on the ground, victims of their own shells.  For about three hours, they sent over the hell fire.  Some of the prisoners were injured and so our hospital men fixed them up with first aid.  They were all standing up against the wall, and those than weren't able to stand, were sitting on the floor.  Some were cowards and yet a few of them were clean cut,.  One fellow especially, he was tall and straight as a stick.  A lot of them were puny looking.  They said they had plenty to eat while on the line, but when at the rear, almost nothing.

   This was only the first day.  For three days steady, they tried to come over and push us off the hill.  Six times in one afternoon, they tried one place, but they couldn't budge our boys, although we lost men, we didn't lose ground.  I guess those squareheads know what a Yank is made of now all right.

   Things were a little more quiet the last few days we wore in and we sure were glad when we heard we were to be relieved; not because we were afraid, cause our boys wanted to go after the boche, they were just so darn mad (they wanted to go after them with their fists, and would have only for our officers).  It's an awful strain on a man to be watching all the time, especially at night.

   We were relieved O. K. and got back to our rest billets, slept around the clock the first day, then washed and shaved, then looked for the kitchen to find out how soon we would eat.  Spent a few days in rest, then back in again.  Thee old Boche doesn't bother us here, as he is quite a distance from us and we are just waiting for something to happen.

   Well I must close now as the boys have come in with the grub and we only eat twice a day, it doesn't stand around long.  I send my best regards to Mrs. H. and all my friends.  Will close now.

Sergt. Jerry Sullivan

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