Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Thomas O'Grady, by Finola Sear

My name is Finola Sear, nee Raftery.  My grandfather was Thomas O'Grady, my mother Mary O'Grady.

Thomas O'Grady was born 21 Feb 1897, he was the youngest of all the O'Grady's.  He was born in Derrentighe, Castlerea.

In Dec 1924 Thomas sailed on board the 'Baltic', as his sisters did before him, to America. His sponsor was his sister, Mary Ellen (Nelly).  He stayed with Mary Ellen and then with his brother Martin.

Did my grandfather leave for a better life? Or because his mother Mariah was worried?   At that time the Black and Tans were active,  the bullet marks on the side of the homestead are still visible today!
I recall a tattoo that grandfather had on his lower arm, it was very roughly done and had shrunk over time with his skin,  I know it was part of a history that was important to him and he was proud of.

Grandfather married in Yonkers, New York.  My mother, Mary, was born there in 1928.
His father back in Castlerea got ill, grandfather went back to look after his parents. My mother was around 7 or 8yrs old.    As a family we questioned: why him?  We do know he was called 'The Gift' by Mariah; she was older when she had him and he was spoilt.   He had been educated,  a luxury that the others did not receive.  He won a place at Trinity College Dublin, for the priesthood but they could not afford to send him.

They stayed at the homestead until the late 1940s when my mother left for England.  Grandfather and grandmother followed.  They all then lived in Manchester.

My father died when I was young so grandfather was my father.  He taught me to read and write, my love of poetry came from him and my mother.    His caring hands that held me when I was sick, the laughs we would have together.  He was strict and had his  routine.....every morning splash your face with cold water!!  ... was one of them.    I do that till this day.  He played the accordion, we played records, Irish of course, every Sat.  night ... what a treat.    I remember his face, the words of the songs taking him back home.  I listen to those same songs today and they bring me back to him.    He visited Ireland a fair few times but I cannot tell you the last time he visited.

I always felt that grandfather never fulfilled his potential of what he could have been and my mother the same, they had the brains but not the means. I do not know  much about my cousins  lives across the pond?  Ours was not an easy one, but we had the chance to come out of it ....grandfather's chance had long passed.....and that always gives me a heavy heart.   They could have sold the place in Castlerea so many times, what would that money have  meant to them God only knows.

When I look back this was the happiest childhood anyone could have been blessed with.  To be raised by  Thomas O'Grady, to have his blood run through me gives me great pride. 

If ever I was asked 'Who was Tommy O'Grady?" I would recall a memory of him from a neighbour.  

Grandfather was going into town, Castlerea, in the cart. He had some chickens to sell, the ground was solid ice. He got down from the cart and his feet went  from under him. He got straight back up and did not flinch.

Thomas O'Grady died 18 Jan. 1982 and when he left this world he took a piece of my soul with him.  He was and still remains the biggest influence in my life. He was the spring board for the person I am today and I hope that I have done him proud.  

All the O'Grady's were a rare breed, they made sacrifices, suffered loss, poverty, hunger, as many people of the time did.  I hope we can rebuild what is left of the place and bring back the laughter and the love that the walls still hold and  above all ... the life.

They have left us,  all the jewel in the crown, and for that I will be eternally grateful.


This is a picture of the O'Grady/Raftery family. L-R:  Josey (Bridgit), Martina, Katherine O'Grady Rudy, Pat, Colm, my mother Mary O'Grady, Thomas and Des.
Front: myself (Finola) and grandfather Thomas O'Grady

Friday, September 25, 2020

Post #1 The Gravesite

Let’s start at the beginning, which for me is Martin O’Grady, my grandfather. I was 9 or so when he

died, but I remember a sometimes funny, sometimes grumpy man who, in retrospect, had seen a lot

of the world and the troubles that are in it.

He died in Ireland in 1971, finally making it back home to Ireland in 1969 (when my family and I moved there with him from Yonkers, NY, from 1969 to 1974).

I never knew much about Martin, which is a giant shame. I visited his gravesite in 1985 and took this pic:


I was intrigued by all the names on the stone, especially the evolution of the name from Gready in 1903 to O’Grady in 1969. I was additionally intrigued with the first name on the stone, “John Gready of Derreentighe” … Who was he? Where is Derreentighe? My grandfather Martin always said he was from Castlerea! It turns out that saying you are from Derreentighe is like saying you are from some small street, in some tiny town, near a tiny village, which is miles outside of the one actual town someone MAY have heard of, Castlerea. So, better to say you are from Castlerea.


In 1970 or so, we took my grandfather to visit his sister, Bridget Hart of Castlerea. It was a lovely farm and

a wonderful family. It is NEAR Castlerea, but certainly not in it (post map image!).  But, Martin said he still “wanted to go home.” I thought this was home? I thought his sister lived on the farm

his family had owned. Turns out, not true at all. 


I visited both the Harts and Grandpa’s gravesite in 1985. The drive from the Hart’s to the gravesite. seemed like miles through country lanes. Why was he buried so far from home?

Well, it turned out we missed an entire side of the family story, and it wasn't until a few years ago that one of my older sisters, Katherine, connected with Finola, (Martin's brother Thomas's granddaughter) and we got to de-mystify the whole mystery.

For now, what we know about Martin. He was born Feb 1, 1884:


Part of the confusion is his place of birth seems to be written as 'Derryeen' (not Dereentighe).

His parents were Thomas and Mariah, married Oct 23rd, 1876:




At the time of their marriage, they live in Cloonreleigh, her home townland.

But the time of the 1901 census, Martin has already emigrated:

http://www.census.nationalarchives.ie/pages/1901/Roscommon/Ballinlough/Derreenteige/1663764/


His initial departure is with his father to Liverpool/Manchester. This turned out to be an semi-frequent/occasional journey for members of the family. His oldest brother, John, has stayed home while his father is away.


By the time of the 1911 census, Thomas has returned home (so has Henry/Harry):

http://www.census.nationalarchives.ie/pages/1911/Roscommon/Ballinlough/Derreenteige/760428/


But, tragedy has struck in the interim: oldest brother John had gone to work in Manchester and was killed in an industrial accident in 1903.


Martin, meanwhile, has emigrated to America.


Here is  a picture of the gravesite from 2019, wonderfully cleaned up and maintained by Finola's family:


unfinished ...