|William Flynn's Children|
Seated Lt to Rt - Michael, Mary Catherine, Gloria
Standing Rt to Lt - John, Bill, Helen, Mildred, Isabel, Joe, Anastasia, Clare and Frank
On two occasions during my visit home to Newfoundland, the summer of 2013, I was able to get together with my second cousins, the children of William Flynn, my mother's cousin. To refresh your memory, William was raised by my grandfather Stephen Flynn Jr. after his parents died at a young age of Typhoid Fever. My grandfather brought him to live on Flynn's Hill with him and his parents in 1917.
|William Flynn with some of his children|
|Gloria with her Great Niece|
In Aunt Elsie's Hay
The first story was told by my 2nd cousin Gloria, she starts by saying, when they were young they were always told to "Stay out of Uncle Stephen and Aunt Elsie's Hay!" from time to time they like to go up to the hayloft of the barn and hide out or play.
Gloria remembers one Christmas Eve, while attending Mass, my mother Mary and her sister Agnes were singing in the choir. She remembers the traditional Christmas Hymn, "Angels we Have Heard on High" being sung. But when they came to the chorus,
Glo - ori - a, In excelsis de - O!
She heard and interrupted something different, that went like this.
Glo - ori - a, In Aunt Elsie's Hay - O!
Gloria thought her cousins were singing about her! Telling that she had been in Uncle Stephen and Aunt Elsie's Hay! All the way home, she thought she was in big trouble, but nothing ever happened!
|My Grandparents Barn|
In Lakeview, Harbour Main, Newfoundland
|Cousin Helen on the Rt |
with her friend Fay
Some Ancient Flynn
After a most delicious dinner, dessert was served, Apple Crumble! My cousin Helen shared this story with me. The apples she used to make the dessert came from one lone apple tree on Flynn's Hill. She goes on to explain that these apples grew on a tree that came to be when "Some Ancient Flynn" threw away an apple stump while weeding potatoes!
|Apple Tree growing on the Flynn Property|
The wood horse sits in silence,
to guard an apple tree
The house peeks out in waiting,
for those it hopes to see.
by Denise Flynn
Apples from my Ancestors!
The Crumble was Delicious Helen!
More stories to share from my 2nd cousins, I am just getting started!