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


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.


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...


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:
Spinal stiffness
Numbness/pins & needles/weakness
Shoulder/neck/arm pain
Low back pain
Visual disturbances

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.


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.


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.
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
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!


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)


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.

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