28th March, 2002
Notice
Board
Genealogy and the Internet ... A Douglas Connection
By Tom Ryan
Sources of oral history pass away, as I have discovered, and oral
history handed down can sometimes be inaccurate. Documented data
is at least recorded for posterity, the difficulty being to know
where to find it. Church records are very useful and the
computerised records in St Columba's Church, Douglas have been a
source of accurate detail about my family, namely: the Dineen,
Linehan and Cleary all of the Douglas area
Records show that my maternal grandfather, Jeremiah Cleary was
baptised in Ballygarvan, then with Douglas parish, and that he
had a twin brother, Daniel, 25 January 1866 was the date. This
did not conform with my family story of a residency in Ballinora.
My late mother, Tess Cleary, never knew Daniel Cleary, her uncle,
and so I knew nothing of him until on visiting the web-site of
the Cork Genealogical Society I came across an entry entitled
"Baptisms in Ballygarvan 1866".
My curiosity got the better of me and I opened the page to find
that the entries included a note outlining that Jeremiah and
Daniel Cleary, sons of Cornelius Cleary and Catherine Dorgan,
lived in Castletreasure. The person who submitted the page stated
that she never knew that her grandfather had a twin brother and
indeed that she had no idea that she had any relatives living in
Ireland.
And so the story progressed with e-mails going to and from
Washington, DC and we both had found relatives that neither of us
knew existed. Peggy Cleary-D'Amore and Tom Ryan (Cleary), of
Ballygarvan have found that they are second cousins) while last
November they did not know that either existed. For both this is
like a fairy story and hope that this outline of the happenings
of the last few months will cause somebody out there, who
recognises the family names, to make contact. Peggy and Tom would
like to expand the family tree with further names and stories.
Family names are Cleary and Dorgan of Castletreasure and
Donnybrook (1860-1910 approx.) Dineen of Rochestown (Coach Hill)
and Douglas East, Linehan of Douglas area, Field of Tramway
terrace, Regan and Kelly of Kinsale (north of).
Contact: thomasfryan@ireland.com
DEIRDRE CLUNE TD. WRITES ....
It is wrong that Eircom can refuse to return overcharges. The
estimated € 1 million belongs to Eircom customers and should
be returned to them.
The Revenue Commissioners advised Eircom that all calls made on
or before the 28th February should be charged at 20% VAT yet the
company chose to ignore this advice.
IN THE DOG HOUSE
From David Jones in South Korea
THE CAGES are so cramped that the dogs have given up trying to
stand on all fours. They lie twisted awkwardly on their sides,
their noses etched with dark lines from pressing all day against
rusty metal bars, a look of utter defeat in their eyes. As I walk
grimly along the row, however, one of the wretched creatures - a
pretty but painfully emaciated, sandy-brown female-somehow
musters the spirit to lick timidly at my outstretched hand, so I
summon the owner and ask for her name. Emerging from inside her
gaeju ('dog shop’) - where she is busy boiling several other
dogs in giant pressure-cookers - the woman gazes at me with a
mixture of bewilderment and contempt, quite unable to comprehend
why anyone should require such useless information.
'Her name?' she sneers to my interpreter 'These dogs don't have
any names.' But then, realising that this sentimental Englishman
might present a different kind of business opportunity, her
attitude suddenly softens.
'Well, all right then,' she grins mirthlessly, 'You can call her
Mary. But to me, they're all the same- you can call them all Mary.'
Appalled by her cynicism and nauseated by the scenes and
overpowering stench, I hurry away from the bustling market in the
South Korean city of Daegu - past row upon row of kept dogs
destined to be boiled, stewed or braised and take sanctuary in a
nearby coffee bar.
Even if this were some Third World country where food was scarce
and the people ill educated, one would struggle to understand how
man's oldest companion animal could be so appallingly debased.
Yet this is South Korea, prosperous home of such new
technological giants as Samsung, LG and Hyundai, an ultra-modem
nation whose population of 48 million remain affluent, even after
the collapse of the Tiger Economy.
This summer, when South Korea joins Japan in hosting football's
World Cup, its leaders will be anxious to show visitors how well
they have responded to the 1997 economic crash. Judging by the
gushing welcome I received here, they are also desperately keen
to demonstrate how standards in their relatively new democracy
match those in the West. But to the embarrassment of President
Kim Dae-Jung, the 'dog issue' threatens to sabotage all their
plans to use the World Cup to bolster trade and boost their
international image.
The president had hoped to draw a discreet veil over his
country's most revolting culinary habits (they also drink the
extract of boiled cats), if only during the month-long tournament.
DURING the 1988 Seoul Olympics that is precisely what happened -
the spivvish-looking dog-traders were ordered to close their
market stalls temporarily dog-farmers were warned to keep their
'livestock' inside their sheds and the nation’s 6,000-plus
dog-restaurateurs were instructed to admit no foreigners.
Those in the Capital were shut down, only to re-open again the
moment the Olympic flame died. This time, however, matters are
not nearly so simple. The old quasi-dictatorship has become a
full democracy, and the days when the Government could control
people's diet have passed.
Koreans have adopted a retrenched, nationalistic attitude to dog-mating,
refusing to buckle under outside influence. On the contrary, the
country is in the grip of a campaign, not merely to continue but
to increase the consumption of dogs. In response to a demand from
FIFA, the ruling body of world football, to ban the vile
practice, an all-party group of Korean MPs has been formed to
promote and legitimise it by introducing new dogmeat regulations.
continued next week...
NOTICE BOARD
Carrigaline I.C.A.
Swimming on Thursday mornings with Pauline. Waterarobics on
Friday mornings. Art evening with Ann Carlton April 2nd enquiries
to Eleanor @ 4894771. Woman’s health with Dr. good March 4th
in the Community Complex @ 8.30 PM everyone welcome.
An Grianan
May Monday 13th –17th , Carrigaline I.C.A. take the 9am
train to Dublin and a bus the rest of the way. Courses; Limerick
and other Irish laces, Aromatherapy, Cookery and painting.
Dog Found
A White Jack Russell found in the Douglas area ph 4293398.
MILK CHOCOLATE - Lent & the Garden
Is this really the ultimate of modern day dilemmas?
On the one hand, the dreary gloomy days of Lent seem endless
fuelled by our self-inflicted starvation and miserable efforts to
subdue the continuing craving for Milk Chocolate.
Our consciences are playing over time, the guilt trip is unreal
and then when you think it can't get any worse, you look out at a
garden that has become a wasteland over the winter months.
The distant memories of what was your pride & joy but last
summer, come flooding back, and only serve to compound the
feeling of depression caused by the lack of Milk Chocolate.
(That's the denial phase)
On the other hand, I hear you say, but why can't I have it all?
And the reply from the voice within say's Yes, Yes, Yes but
you'll have to compromise won't you?
To which you reply, I will, I will, I will.
(This is the acceptance phase which indicates that you're now on
the road to recovery)
The compromise, as the solution is quite simple and is in two
easy steps;
Go to your nearest sweetshop and buy as much Milk Chocolate as
you can eat, (either side of Lent).
Go to a Plant Centre that stocks Carex Milk Chocolate the very
latest plant introduction by one of Ireland's finest nurseries.
This chocolate coloured grass you can then enjoy all the year
around.
Finally, the moral ending and recovery phase, which should only
be taken one day at a time, is as follows;
Having planted the Carex Milk Chocolate it won't really matter if
the grass does grow under your feet, but it will look better in a
mixed border or planter environment on the patio or decking.
This tongue in cheek green fingered advice is brought to you
courtesy of:
Ben O'Sullivan, The Kilmichael Plant Centre, Kilmichael, Macroom,
Co Cork.
Tel: 026-46355, 086-8233917, Email: benos@indigo.ie
Open Fri-Sun & Bank Holiday Mondays. 10am to 5.30pm
Remember you won't get ambushed at The Kilmichael Plant Centre.
WHIPLASH - The Facts
Whiplash occurrs when the neck is thrown
violently backward and forward very quickly. This can occur not
only in car crashes but also in certain contact sports such as
football, rugby and boxing. Injury may not be felt immediately
and symptoms may not appear until 12 to 24 hours after the
accident. In some cases injury may not be noticed for several
years following the accident.
Whiplash is responsible for a multitude of cervical spine (neck)
damages. This is due to the head being suddenly jerked back and
forth beyond its normal limits. Such spinal trauma can result in:
spinal misalignment (vertebrae are forced out of their normal
position, resulting in a loss of movement in the spine).
sprain/strain injuries to the muscles supporting the neck.
tearing of the ligaments surrounding the spine.
disc herniation (the discs between the spinal bones can bulge or
rupture).
fractures of the vertebrae.
stretching or impingement to the nerves and spinal cord.
The muscle and ligament damage often heal over time. However, the
overall trauma to the spine and the damage to the spinal
ligaments can result in significant spinal misalignments, which
left untreated, will result in early wear and tear in the spine.
Symptoms frequently associated with whiplash type injury include:
Headache/migraine
Spinal stiffness
Numbness/pins & needles/weakness
Shoulder/neck/arm pain
Low back pain
Vertigo/dizziness
Visual disturbances
Nausea/vomiting
Chiropractors specialise in diagnosing and treating disorders of
the spine, joints and muscles. The chiropractic approach to
whiplash injuries is to reduce inflammation (if caught early
enough) and to return correct spinal function, restoring proper
spinal mobility. Remember, even though the car may have minimal
damage, occupants can suffer serious spinal injury.
For further information contact Dr. Nichola Dunne BSc.; D.C. at
the Douglas Village Chiropractic Clinic, 021-4361559.
BATT O'KEEFFE, TD. WRITES ...
I am delighted that we have now, at last,
rectified the position where persons in Community Employment
Schemes were being refused rent supplements by the Southern
Health Board. The Board, in a report to the Members of the
Community Care Committee, outlined that there was one case where
an applicant for rent allowance, who was on Community Employment,
was not given the opportunity to exercise a choice in the manner
in which his rent allowance would be calculated as provided for
in the Department's Circular. The case in question was brought to
the attention of the Board, was reviewed and all arrears have
been paid.
As a result of that particular case, the Southern Health Board
has carried out a review of all rent supplements being paid to
persons on Community Employment Schemes and they have established
that there were 278 Community Employment participants who were
recipients of rent supplements The Board has now commenced a
review of each of the other cases to make sure that the terms of
the Circular are being applied to each Community Employment
participant in the manner most beneficial to him/her. Any person
who may be affected will be contacted on an individual basis and
arrangements are being made for the payment of any arrears which
are due. If there are any people out there who have had rent
supplements removed as a result of being on a Community
Employment Scheme, should contact the Southern Health Board at an
early date.
FIVE MINUTE FICTION
Mommy Says Goodbye
By Denise O’Donovan
Annie strolled down the block, her dark hair swinging in the
sunlight. She smiled as she thought of the day ahead of her. It
may not seem the height of excitement but she enjoyed it - and
that was all that mattered. She loved sitting on at her 87th
floor desk, tapping numbers and letters into her computer for the
Internet firm that she worked for.
Sure it was stressful but she thrived on the stress. Annie liked
her colleagues too. Josie, the intern whose biggest problem was
whether the latest guy on the scene would ring or not. She may
have appeared shallow but she also had deep running belief about
human rights and justice; she just didn't show that side of her
self very often. Then there was Maggie. Sweet Maggie the mother
hen who clucked and fussed over the staff body. If anyone felt
under the weather Maggie was there with a box of tissues under
one arm and a packet of Tylenol under the other. Even Joe, the
eternal pessimist with six adorable little girls and a wife who
ruled the family like a military sergeant. Annie chuckled to
herself as she thought of that, such a strong man - physically
and mentally, yet his wife could bush beat him into anything.
And with a warm smile upon her face Annie was jolted back to
reality by the insistent ringing of a mobile phone. It was only
after a few moments that she realised that the noise was
emanating from her should bag. Startled she fumbled for a few
moments until her fingers finally found the vibrating phone.
Annie put the phone up to her ear.
"Mommy, where's Daddy's briefcase? We're gonna be late for
school but Daddy can't find it anywhere."
"Ok honey" she sighed with a smile, "Tell Daddy
its under his desk in the study". "Where it always is,"
she added.
"Thanks Mom!" piped Brody and there was a slight rustle
as the phone was put down.
Typical thought Annie to herself, just where would they he
without me? This thought led her to a vivid image of her family
sitting around the breakfast table, just as she had left them
this morning. Jack, her husband, gulping down piping hot coffee
before jumping under the shower. Brody sleepily spooning Frosty
Oats into his mouth and Amy smashing food into her high chair.
True Annie missed them while she was at work but the money came
in handy and she still got to spend plenty of time with the kids
when she got home. Home; the three bed roomed semi-detached on
Lakepark Ave with the Chrysler parked out the front and toy
trucks scattered on the lawn.
Annie let herself enjoy these thoughts until she reached the door
of the East World Trade Building. Her heels clipped on the tiles
as she made her way through the bustling lobby. Jimmy the
security guard nodded a greeting as she paused to flash her I.D.
As her manicured finger pressed the elevator button Annie gazed
around the hub that was the lobby. By the time the elevator
arrived another fifteen or so people had joined her, they piled
into the lift and another few hands punched at the floor numbers.
Annie exchanged some pleasantries with some familiar faces and
soon she was the only one left in the elevator as it reached the
87th floor, her stop.
"Annie! You're early as usual! Come over here and have a cup
of coffee. Hazelnut or rich blend?" That was Rolf a kindly
old gentleman who had worked with Arbutron since it first opened
forty years ago.
"Hazelnut, thanks Rolf but I'll do that. Would you like one?"
"No, I'm good. I've got my morning dose of caffeine right
here" as he signalled to the mug of steaming coffee in his
hand.
Annie smiled at RoIf's regular joke. The whole office was
accustomed to humouring Rolf whose memory wasn't as good as it
used to be. He didn't have as much responsibility in his job as
he used to, but Rolf was just happy to be included in the
business. Many other businesses would have had his out of a job
by now. And so they chatted for a while, about weather and family
and whatever else occurred to them. Having rinsed her 'Best Mum
in the World' mug Annie made her way to her desk.
Her desk faced was facing the window so every morning Annie could
indulge herself with a few moments of gazing out the window. But
the view was breath taking, sweeping from the harbour to the
bridge and the unforgettable skyline. As always, on the stroke of
nine a.m. Annie put her head down and began her work.
She had been working for about twenty minutes when the building
suddenly shuddered and the lights flickered. Annie's eyes darted
from left to right, searching for some clue to what had happened.
At first suspecting an earthquake Maggie and Josie had dived
under the tables. If only.
"Jesus Christ!" came an exclamation from the other side
of the office. "Look..."
And that was when Annie looked behind her and saw grey smoke
intertwined with flames billowing out of the West Building. The
staff of the office made their ways over to the window, some
rushing, some crawling over - afraid of what they would see up
close. There was a unanimous gasp as they all took in the
devastating sight. Annie's eyes rested of the tale end of a plane
nestled near the top of the building. The flames were jumping now
and spreading quickly down the other floors. The plane was barely
recognisable until you saw the tale, which seemed to be unscathed.
Nobody said anything for a few moment - they all just appeared to
be taking in the pure magnitude of the destruction. Then in a
flurry of activity hands grappled for telephones to call for
help, and others started to face the horror of the fate of those
in the other building.
All around her Annie could hear sobbing, hysterical screaming and
yelling into un-responding telephones. Maggie was clutching her
rosary beads and murmuring a prayer, her eyes glazed over with
pain and tears. Slowly people were snapped out of the hysteria
and started to think rationally. Annie, tears in her eyes, turned
away from the window, put her arm around Maggie and slowly coaxed
her away from the scene.
Others had taken Annie's initiative also and were turning away
from the windows. But just as she turned around to get Josie
Annie's eyes caught sight of the heart wrenching scenes of people
jumping from windows and signalling for help. Refusing to let
herself break down she put her arm around each of the two women
and the three slowly made their was to the lift. They reached the
lift only to see that the lights on it were flashing to signal
that it was out of order.
"Its probably just the electricity" comforted Annie not
just to the others but also to herself
They made their way over to the other side of the office which
wielded the stairs. By this stage Annie could feel the tears on
her cheeks and she noticed that Maggie and Josie had similar
expressions on their faces to that that she felt on her own.
After what seemed like an eternity the queue of people streaming
down the stairs edged forward enough so that Annie could get
Josie and Maggie into the stairwell.
"I'm right behind you ok, right behind you. It'll all be
over soon guys, ok?" she said.
And at that same instant a cry shot through the air that chilled
them all to their very cores.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ! !! !! ! !!!!!!"
Annie spun her head around to see another plane heading for the
window. A split second later the windows shattered and the air
was filled with shattered glass, twisted metal and screams of
agony and horror. There was no time, no time to hide, no time to
cry just time for one final thought. And so the 87th floor of the
East World Trade Centre at 9:24 on September 11th 2001 was full
of final thoughts.
For Josie it was of her mother and father on 32nd St. whose lives
would never be the same again.
For Joe it was of Claire, Johanna, Sara, Jessie, Sonia, and Donna
who'd never get to see Daddy again.
For Maggie it was of Jack, and Jack Jnr. her grandson that she'd
never get to see or hear or hold.
For Rolf it was just why.
And finally for Annie it was of her family sitting at home on the
porch waiting for Mommy to come home. But she never does.
From pain... from fear... from life Did fear push them?
Or were they pushed?
Days engulfed by clouds, becoming night
A tragedy unfolding before eyes
Eyes smiling eyes crying
Eyes. l's screaming
For Mommy and Daddy and help
But it's too late.
Too late
Always too late
Too late for help
Too late for always
There's no tomorrow, no always
Only
Crumbled lives and love and loss
Loss of lives
Hope for tomorrow shrouded in dust
MUSIC NEWS by Aoife Barry
Damien Rice, former lead singer with the spectacularly marketed
and spectacularly un-successful 1998 ‘super group’,
“STRONG / Juniper / STRONG”, has gone solo – and
straight into the Irish top ten, normally the resting ground for
Louis Walsh pop groups, tacky US nu-metal bands and Celtic trios,
the aforementioned album, is a record I have been dying, just
dying to hear since I heard Damien’s first single, ‘The
Blower’s Daughter’ (penned about his flute teacher’s
daughter), a gloriously simplistic and unashamedly romantic tune.
Live, Damien is spectacular – he sucks you into a world of
failed relationships, broken promises and bitter, twisted
emotional battles with one twang of a guitar string. Before you
can stop yourself, you’re identifying with his experiences,
empathising with his – many, many – losses, and wiping
away a tear from your eye. On record, while the intimacy of the
gigs is not entirely lost, it is a different sort of intimacy to
the one he usually shares with the 50, 100, or 1000 people in the
audience. But instead of doing what I expected, and listening to
the album every spare minute of the day, I left the CD untouched
for almost a full two weeks after my initial, frenzied (fast
forwarding onto the next track once the current one had passed
the 0:59 mark – patience is a virtue I have yet to inherit
in my young age!) listenings.
Truthfully, ‘O’ is too emotional, too raw, too touching…too
real to be listened to constantly. Lines such as “stones
taught me to fly, love taught me to lie, life taught me to die…so
it’s not hard to fall, when you float like a cannonball”
(‘Cannonball’), or “Cheers, darlin’, cheers
to you and your lover” (‘Cheers, Darlin’), cut far
too close to the bone to count as bearable, or even pleasant,
listening. Sometimes you feel you are intruding, taking a peak
into a forbidden diary, or listening through a glass against a
wall to the ramblings of a lovelorn, eloquent young man. You don’t
know if you really should be there, pressing play on the CD
player.Does he really want me to listen to these songs, am I
allowed to hear his private thoughts, you wonder. You have to be
in a certain mood to listen to this album. And I don’t
necessarily mean a good one.
Musically, violins and cellos tug at the heartstrings to full
effect on ‘Older Chests’ (“so pass me by, I’ll
be fine, just give me time”), or Eskimo (“I look to my
Eskimo friend…when I’m down”), while Lisa, Damien’s
erstwhile co-vocalist on many of the tracks, a woman blessed with
the voice of an angel, adds an ethereal touch to the multi-layered,
multi-dimensional ‘I Remember’ (“I remember it
well, the first time that I saw your head round the door, ‘cos
mine stopped working”). Damien adds an orchestral feel to
many of the tracks, which gives them a unique, almost
indescribable sound.
On ‘Eskimo’, a Finnish opera singer lifts the song to
new heights, a soaring melody that wraps itself around you and
never lets go. Magical stuff.
And with two secret tracks (‘Prague’ and Lisa’s
version of ‘Silent Night’) thrown in for good measure,
along with an unusual book-style CD case, you’ll be a very
happy person if you buy the album.
-Well, until you start listening to it…
Last week I started harping on about an e-mail address that young
bands can contact me at, or that people can email me at…and
then I promptly forgot to put it with my article! So apologies,
here it is again:
Any comments or suggestions are gratefully accepted!
ELLIPSE
Achieving that Hair-free look
This new method is a practically painless method of permanent
hair reduction
Many dream of a body free from embarrassing facial hair, underarm
hair, leg hair, hair on the bikini line or wherever else the last
traces of our hirsute forebears can still be found.
Attempts to realise this dream have led to a great deal of
effort, not to mention suffering, in the use of razor blades,
electric shavers or the more painful methods of tweezers, wax or
needle electrolysis And as a rule, all this energy is wasted as
more often than not, the hair soon grows back.
The New Effective Ellipse Treatment is therefore sure to receive
an enthusiastic welcome from all those with body hair which can
often be embarrassing. It means fast, safe and practically
painless hair removal forever.
Sam McCauley Beauty Salon at Douglas Court Shopping Centre offers
the Ellipse Treatment.
The Ellipse Treatment is gentle and practically painless. The
process uses light! which is absorbed by the pigment in the
individual hairs. The pigment converts the light to heat, a
process, which disables the hair follicle. It does not hurt and
the most discomfort experienced is a tingling sensation, which
soon passes. The Ellipse System is developed and produced in
Denmark
The time involved depends on the area being treated. A minor
facial treatment e.g. removal of upper lip hair can be completed
in about 10 minutes while an entire back or both legs can take
one or two hours. Ellipse treatment only works on hair in the
growth phase. This means that three to six sessions at intervals
of a couple of months may be required before all hair is removed.
To get the most out of Ellipse treatment, other hair removal
methods should be avoided for a month before sessions begin, as
should tanning before and during the entire treatment. There are
virtually no side effects but the treated area is Sensitive to
sun and should be protected with a good sun block, at least
factor 20, for the first few weeks following completed treatment,
Sam McCauley Beauty Salon will naturally be on hand with
professional personal advice.
For further information on the Ellipse Treatment or to make an
appointment, phone (021 4897888)
DUNLEA LEADS IRISH TEAM TO SILVER MEDAL
On Saturday last the 23rd March the Schools
International was held in Derby England. Young Douglas man Damien
Dunlea was Capt. Of the Irish U-17 boys Team who were under
severe pressure from the English selection. The English were
fielding very strong teams in all races.
Damien got off to a great start going into the first 1,000ms in
the lead with the English trailing behind very closely. Damien
fell into fifth place settling in comfortably with 2 Irish
runners in 9th and 10th position. The field was spread out with 4
English runners and going hard at the last 1500ms. He was now in
5th place behind the English and he made his move at the last 100Ms
where everyone in the pack went for the line. The first English
runner finished at 15.26 and Damien finished fourth at 15.29,
just three seconds behind.
The English team won the Team Event with Ireland 2nd, Scotland 3rd
and Wales 4th.
