tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72449978314905369742024-03-13T10:32:11.967-07:00Flynn's HillFlynn's Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06610646672451100502noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244997831490536974.post-70758023671932972392014-08-19T19:19:00.000-07:002014-08-20T09:16:18.791-07:00"In Aunt Elsie's Hay"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Seated Lt to Rt - Michael, Mary Catherine, Gloria<br />
Standing Rt to Lt - John, Bill, Helen, Mildred, Isabel, Joe, Anastasia, Clare and Frank</td></tr>
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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.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William Flynn with some of his children<br />
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"Uncle Bill" as we called him, married Ellen Frances Healy and later built a house up the road from my grandparents, they raised a family of 13 children. I had met some of Uncle Bill's children when I was young, but some of them I had only heard their names from my mother's stories. It didn't take long for us to become reacquainted, you know that feeling when it is as if you have known someone all your life. They welcomed me in, I met their children and even some of their children's children. We had a very lovely time together, sharing stories, with lots of laughter and good food. They kept telling me I was just like my mother!<br />
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Here are a few of the stories they shared with me, of growing up on Flynn's Hill.<br />
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<u>In Aunt Elsie's Hay</u><br />
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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.<br />
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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,<br />
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Glo - ori - a, In excelsis de - O!<br />
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She heard and interrupted something different, that went like this.<br />
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Glo - ori - a, In Aunt Elsie's Hay - O!<br />
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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!<br />
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I remember Aunt Agnes telling me, "they pitched a lot of hay upon the loft when they were kids. The hay was brought over to the barn by the horse and wagon, one would stand in the wagon and pitch it up to someone standing in the loft."<br />
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<u>Some Ancient Flynn</u><br />
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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!<br />
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Flynn's Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06610646672451100502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244997831490536974.post-56585934952434327952014-07-15T13:01:00.000-07:002014-07-15T19:06:46.799-07:00"A Newfoundland Summer Day"<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Argentia Naval Air Station, Newfoundland - 1967 or 1968</td></tr>
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Living in Newfoundland as a young girl, I have a few distinct memories of "A Newfoundland Summer Day". I remember the strong cool wind blowing across my face and skin, and through my hair. I remember the ever changing sky with thick billowing clouds that moved quickly out to the sea, leaving a crystal clear blue ceiling. And while you may be able to wear your shorts or summer dress for a couple of hours in the middle of the day, you will for sure end up wearing your sweater or long pants by evening's fall.<br />
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In Wisconsin, where I live now, we have four pretty balanced seasons where sometimes the winters are extremely snowy with intense cold temperatures and the summers get incredibly hot and humid. You always know it will change though, with time. Newfoundland is different in that you may have Spring, Summer and Fall all in a Summer's Day!<br />
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During the summer in Wisconsin, come July or early August, there will be a break in the high temps and humidity, where the temperature will drop down to the 50's or 60's, just like it is today. You will hear people comment, "I can tell, Autumn is on it's way!" but I always say, "It's just a Newfoundland Summer Day!"<br />
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<br />Flynn's Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06610646672451100502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244997831490536974.post-10767786063863096682014-07-10T18:16:00.000-07:002014-07-10T18:16:16.710-07:00"Out on the Town" with Uncle Ray<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After a short rest from the trip to Ship Cove, NL, I met up with my Uncle Ray for a night "Out on the Town", he told me we were heading to George St., located downtown St John's for a "bite to eat" and to hear some "Real Irish Music". We parked the car close to downtown and headed out on foot.<br />
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First stop, Erin's Pub on Water St. Many lively people were lining up outside the entrance, as the rhythmic Irish Music found it's way out into the night air. Uncle Ray was greeted by many friends old and new on the street. We made our way closer to the opened door to take a look and to find the source of the captivating music. Just inside, was a group of various musicians with fiddles, accordions, mandolins and more, all gathered around several small tables that had been pushed together making one large continuous meeting space.<br />
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I believe they were random musicians who had just showed up at Erin's Pub, looking for like-minded souls who wanted to play their instruments together, possible never having played together before, although sounding as if they had played together for years.<br />
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We stayed for a while enjoying the music, Uncle Ray leaned down and whispered in my ear, "There is more to see!" So we continued down the street a ways,then turning right to climb the hill up to George St., as we walked Uncle Ray shared with me that as a young man, he would take his Grand Dad, John W. Tobin downtown from time to time, because he loved the Irish Music and loved being around the people. <br />
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Now, George Street is just a small street located in St John's NL, but is very well know for it's many bars and pubs. The two block long street houses nothing but bars, pubs and restaurants. The street is open only to pedestrians in the evenings and during most of the business day, only being open to traffic in the mornings to allow bars to restock their goods. George Street has the most bars and pubs per square foot in any street in North America and is known to have bars that are open later than most others throughout Canada. Each year it is home to the largest celebration, the six-night George Street Festival which occurs in early August and concludes on the Tuesday night before the Royal St John's Regatta, which is set for the first Wednesday in August. The festival is rumored to be the largest of it's kind in North America! [1]<br />
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Next stop, Kelly's Pub on George St., and then O'Reilly's Irish Newfoundland Pub, before heading home.<br />
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So there I was on the famous George St., in St John's Newfoundland with my 78 year old Uncle Ray! (who held up better than I did) We had a great time "Out on the Town" listening to Irish music, dancing, laughing and meeting many friendly people from all over the world!<br />
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[1] http://en.wikipedia.org/wik/George_Street._St._John's <br />
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Just down the road from Ship Cove, is St Patrick's Cemetery. I had never been to this cemetery before, but I had done some research through the Newfoundland Grand Banks Genealogy Site. So I knew, I would find my grandmother's family, Tobin, Follett and Coffey relatives buried here. Also, I had this photo of Great Grand Dad Tobin standing by his wife's headstone, Mary Bridget Follett.<br />
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My time on "The Cape Shore" was limited, needing to get back to St John's by early afternoon and the weather was not very cooperative this day. ( I will tell you about Newfoundland weather a little later!) Today, it was raining and the wind was fiercely blowing, I thought having had lived in Chicago which is considered to be "The Windy City" would of helped prepare me for the wind in Newfoundland. But the wind in Newfoundland is much more intense than in Chicago! Being so close to the shore and being on an island in the Atlantic Ocean makes the wind much more prominent, I guess.<br />
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Aunt Doris found it hard to believe that I was stopping and actually getting out to take a look around the cemetery, she decided to stay in the truck and make a list of things she needed to do instead. I quickly made a plan, starting in the front on one side, heading toward the back and then coming back up the other side. I found a few familiar headstones, but not nearly the all the ones I wanted to. Dripping wet from head to toe, I headed back to the truck, disappointed I had not found my Great Grandparents, The Tobins, The image of Great Grand Dad standing by his wife's headstone flashed in my head. Remembering the shape of her headstone, I turned and took one more look back at the cemetery, and there it was, over to the left of center! I went back and I was right, Mary Bridget Follett and next to her, was her husband John W. Tobin, my Great Grandparents!<br />
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Looking over the photos I took at the cemetery, I realized there were not any of older generations, John William Tobin was the third generation of the Tobins to live in Ship Cove. John and Alice Skerry (the first settlers), Patrick Tobin and Alice Skerry Tobin, and Patrick Tobin and Alice O'Rielly. I realize they may of had wooden cross marking their graves that at deteriorated over the years. But I wonder, if possibly there is an older cemetery I may of over looked.<br />
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As I was walking back to the truck, I thought, I am probably related to most of the people buried in St Patrick's Cemetery in one way or another, but that will need to be figured out the next time I return to "The Cape Shore"!</div>
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John William Tobin 1874 - 1960 was my Great Grand Dad on my mother's maternal side. He was born December 1st, 1874 in Ship Cove, Placentia Bay Newfoundland. He was the youngest of ten children to Patrick Tobin and Agnes O'Rielly (from Dunville, NFLD)<br />
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"John Willie" married Mary Bridget Follett "Minnie" from Angel's Cove (the next town south of Ship Cove) around the year 1900. They raised seven children, Patrick Joseph, George (who died at age 7), Ellen Mary (my grandmother), James Joseph, Mary Christine, Agnes and Margaret Lucy.<br />
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I learned a few things about my Great Grand Dad from my cousin Edna during my recent visit to Newfoundland. "John Willie" was actually her Grand Dad, Edna's mother Margaret was his youngest child.<br />
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Edna shared with me that after Grandmother Tobin passed away in 1948, Grand Dad came to stay with them in Point Verde during the winter months. She was just a young girl but remembers he always had a mustache. As children, they were fascinated by his mustache and wanted to touch it. As they would slowly reach up to his face, Grand Dad would snap his hand at them trying to catch their hand. And so, the game became his game!<br />
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Edna told me, fishing was his livelihood, he learned to fish from his father, who learned from his father as well.<br />
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Edna described Grand Dad as a quiet man, she remembers he would always play the Tin Whistle and was really pretty good at it.<br />
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In 1794 the first settler of Ship Cove, Placentia Bay Newfoundland was a man named John Skerry. He came to Ship Cove with his wife Alice, and two young daughters, Catherine age 8 and Alice age 6, from Blackwater, County Waterford, Ireland. Within a few years Patrick Tobin from Wexford, Ireland and James Brennan from Fadown, Ireland, landed at Placentia and made their way to Ship Cove.</div>
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My connection to Ship Cove is from Patrick Tobin who married John Skerry's youngest daughter Alice, they had five daughters and three sons, Patrick built his house in the southeast corner of Ship Cove.</div>
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My Tobin Family History is as follows:</div>
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Patrick Tobin - Alice Skerry (one of the first settlers)</div>
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Ellen Mary Tobin - Stephen Flynn Jr. (My Grandparents)</div>
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By the early 1900's, the population of Ship Cove was 52 residents, the first school was built in 1909. My grandmother Ellen, was born in 1904 and was probably one of the first students to attend the school. she continued her education and became a teacher herself. (I am not sure where she taught school) In 1914, Ship Cove had a thriving fishing Industry. The first motor boats were being used and there were ten boats and approximately twenty fisherman. Although Cod was the main species, some tired their luck at Lobster and for several years two men from Nova Scotia, Johnny Snares and Jesse Masters, operated a Lobster canning factory in Ship Cove.</div>
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By 1935, the population had increased slightly to 66 in 12 families with 11 dories and four motorboats. The 49 acres supported 10 horses and 30 cattle. There were also two factories, and blueberries, partridge berries and cranberries were collected on the barrens. The first bridge was built in 1937. [2]</div>
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Today, there are two remaining families in Ship Cove, descendants of first Patrick Tobin. Stan Tobin and one of his sons, they operate a Slater house that produces organic beef. Mr. Tobin's wife, Delores operated a Creamery for many years, which was recently sold. [4] </div>
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On the west side of the road there was one older home still standing, my guess is it was probably built around the early 1900's, around the time fishing was thriving in this community. Across the road, was the newer home and business of my distant Tobin cousin, he was not home at the time I was in Ship Cove, so I just took a look around and admired the beautiful picturesque view. I walked up the road a bit from his house and found this wood studded foundation. I remember my cousin Edna telling me that my great grandparents house ( John Willie Tobin and Mary Follett) had been moved and then burn down, but that was many years ago.</div>
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After my blog entry "The Tobins", I received a message from a second cousin Monica, she states her mother was Mary Tobin daughter of Patrick Tobin 1901 - 1982 (My Great Uncle) and Hilda McGrath. She recognized her Great Grandparent's photo of John and Mary Tobin, I had posted and she shared, "I fished in the lagoon, caught eels and trout there. My grandfather Patrick, ran the store and the post office in Ship Cove." Uncle Ray had shared a story of how my grandmother (Ellen Tobin Flynn) talked about how as children they always played in the river by their house. It was their job to pick the berries.</div>
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As a young girl, I remember driving from Argentia to Ship Cove, I was sitting in the back of the car on the right side, as we came in I remember seeing the flakes and stages set up in the cove, I asked," What was that, what are they doing?" I was told "that is how they dry the fish".</div>
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[1] Cape Shore Cultural History</div>
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[2] History of Ship Cove</div>
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[4] The Compass - Ship Cove Resident talks life, work, philosophy</div>
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It was a beautiful, cool crisp spring day in Newfoundland when I caught up with my cousin at her home in Point Verde. Edna and her husband Eugene were just coming back from a sailing/fishing trip to Merasheen Island. They invited us in for some hot tea and fruitcake. (Traditional Newfoundland Hospitality)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lt to Rt My grandmother Ellen, her brother Patrick Tobin, <br />
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I found the above photos in my mother's collection. I remember the photo on the left specifically, I remember going to visit Uncle Patrick and his wife Fanny in Ship Cove that day, I was just a young girl about 5 or 6 years old. It is nice to have a photo of my grandmother's family. I showed Edna the photo of the house (on the right) that I believed to be my Great Grandparent's House, John and Mary Follett Tobin, Edna informed me that that was not their house, but their son Patrick's. She goes on to say, that my Great Grandparents house had been moved and then burned down, they then lived in Patrick's House. </div>
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I asked Edna if her mother ever talked about what it was like growing up in Ship Cove, she replied, "My mother never talked much about the old days, except for how hard they always had to work for everything. She did not talk about the past nor about bad things that had happened in her life. It was just how she was, it was how most of the older folks were!" Edna also told me, Aunt Margaret did not like when anyone would come around asking questions about genealogy, she would often ask, "What do you need to know that for?"</div>
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Margaret Lucy Tobin Greene was born March 15th, 1915 in Ship Cove, NFLD, she was the youngest of eight children to John William Tobin and Mary Bridget Follett, she married William Greene in 1945, they raised 4 children in Point Verde, NFLD, William died in 1978, he developed Leukemia and died of a Heart Attack. After William's death, she lived with her daughter Edna and her family for 22 years, helping to care for her grandchildren. Edna states her mother was a bit of a "Homebody" she took one big trip in her life to visit her sisters in New York, when she returned she said "I had a great time, but will never do that again." Aunt Margaret died December 24th, 2000 of Bladder Cancer at the age of 85 years.<br />
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My mother often spoke lovingly of Aunt Margaret and was very fond of her. I remember visiting her as a young girl and playing out in her garden. After my conversation with Edna, I wonder what Aunt Margaret would think of me, asking so many questions about the past? I guess the response I would give her, is that, family history matters, our ancestor's lives and the work they did was important. It paved the way for our future. And, I would really like to know about them!</div>
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It was late spring of 1969 when my family left the U.S Naval Air Station in Argentia Newfoundland, Canada. After 22 years of service, my father was retiring from the Navy due to a chronic illness. After being near my mother's family for the past few years in Argentia, I remember being told we were moving "back to the states", to the Chicago area to be near my father's family. I was eight years old when we left and I have some very vivid memories of our time in Argentia.<br />
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During my recent trip home to Newfoundland, summer of 2013, I put Argentia on my list of places I wanted to visit. Although my Flynn cousins warned me, that there was not much left of the Navy Base and there was not much to see, I found it did not prepare me for the impact of the deserted state of the once prominent Air Station, "Guardian of the North Atlantic"<br />
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We drove from St. John's on Hwy 100, through Placentia, which was about a 90 minute drive. Approaching the base we were greeted by tall fencing and an open gate, with a sign that said "Enter at Your Own Risk". We followed what was left of a road which was extremely rough and worn. There were a few warehouse type buildings to the right or East edge of the base which were fenced off with signs that said, "Do Not Enter" and several designated fenced areas that looked like scrape yards of material, seperated and sorted waiting to be hauled away for recycling or disposal.<br />
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We drove to the far end of the peninsula, the Northside, and came across long strips of pavement in the shape of a triangle, these were the runways or I should say what was left of the runways of the once "Bristol Field".<br />
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Argentia Newfoundland<br />
Me with my siblings and Neighborhood Friends<br />
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I thought how nice it would be if there was someone I could talk to about the history of the base, the memory I was relying on was that of a young child. I did have a old map of Argentia that I had downloaded to my I-Pad, this gave me a visual as we continued our tour.<br />
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I stood at the far end of the Old Base and thought about the childhood memories I had of living in Argentia, I remember directly behind the housing unit we lived in, was the ocean! We had to walk a good bit through the grass and the only thing between our house and the ocean were fallout shelters that we often played around in the summertime. Then came the big rocks by the water, I loved the big rocks! I was only allowed to go down by the big rocks with my brothers or sister. I remember climbing on the rocks as the waves from the ocean crashed into them and shot the water up to the sky making a great sound. Occassionally, I would step directly in the water between the rocks, getting my foot completely wet. We often searched for colorful "sea pebbles" down by the rocks, which were pieces of broken glass that became round and smooth from the ocean's repetative movement, I would collect them and put them in my coat pocket, taking then out to admire the beautiful colors, and sometimes tasting the salt from the sea.<br />
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In front of our house was the road, we had to cross the road to catch the bus that took us to school, and took my brothers to basketball practice on Saturday mornings, and to the swimming pool, bowling alley on the North-side or just about anywhere we needed to go. The bus then brought us back home letting us off right in front of our house.<br />
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My brothers, sister and I often reminisce about the special events held at the Officers Club, especially the time the "Three Dog Night" came and gave a performance in their early years, we would get to have a "Shirley Temple" non alcoholic drink, to toast the special event. Life in Argentia was really pretty good!<br />
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We got back into the truck and drove toward the entrance, I remember reading that the housing section was on the south-side, I got out and there they were, the big rocks I remembered. ( This was the only area that had big rocks) The earth in this area seemed to be out of place, possible from removal of the cement footprints of the buildings or fallout shelters. I sat for awhile just looking around and then walked down by the water. I think we were pretty close to the area where we had lived.<br />
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The US Naval Air Station was decommissioned in 1973, and land was transferred to the Canadian Government in 1975. Until 1994, the runways of the former airfield were utilized by the Royal Canadian Air Cadets. [1]<br />
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The US Naval Air Station was an important facet for my family as far as economic stability, with many family members finding employment on the base. My grandfather, Stephen Flynn Jr, who then found a job for my mother, my Aunt Agnes, "Uncle Bill" my mother's cousin who work for 29 years on the base.<br />
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Below are some photos I took during my visit, I thought they would be of interest to those who had lived on the Naval Air Base - Argentia at one point in their life. Please feel free to leave comments or memories of your time in Argentia.<br />
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Flynn's Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06610646672451100502noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244997831490536974.post-22544638349590902002014-03-05T15:42:00.001-08:002014-03-28T14:18:07.405-07:00An Afternoon at Bowring ParkFor me, the year 2013 will always be remembered as "The Year of Two Springs". When I left Wisconsin in May, we had had 3 weeks of bright yellow daffodils, sweet pink apple blossoms and fragrant lavender Lilac Bushes. So, when I arrived in St John's Newfoundland, I was pleasantly surprised to find the excitement of spring beginning all over again.<br />
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A spontaneous visit to Bowring Park one afternoon with my Aunt Doris turned into a delightful, refreshing adventure.<br />
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Less than 10 KM west of downtown St John's Newfoundland you will find a beautiful old-style English park, Bowring Park. Visitors can enjoy feeding ducks and swans, walking or cycling the meandering trail network or view historical monuments. [1]<br />
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Bowring Park, located in the Waterford Valley, St John's is one of it's most scenic parks in the city. The park has many recreational facilities including tennis courts, swimming pool and playground.<br />
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A two hundred acre park created in 1914, July 15th. The land was purchased and donated to the city in 1911 by Sir Edger Rennie Bowring on behalf of the Bowring Brothers Ltd, on 100th anniversary of commerce in Newfoundland, operating retail stores focused on gifts and home decor.<br />
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The Peter Pan Sculpture was erected in memory of Sir Edgar Bowring's grand daughter Betty Munn, who had drown along with her father at the sinking of Florizel at Cappahayden. The statue was unveiled on August, 1915 with the following inscription.<br />
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I remember seeing this Statue of Peter Pan when I was last home in 1987. My son Brian, daughter Audrey and my cousin Janet's daughter Shannon, enjoyed a visit here, as well!</div>
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[1] Bowring Park - www.newfoundlandandlabrador.com/planourtrip/Detail/201407<br />
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Although I was some distance from the harbor, the elevation at which "The Rooms" were situated and the direct view out into the harbor, made me feel as if I were right there in the bay.</div>
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I stood extremely still, captivated by the view, watching, observing and admiring, as a tiny tugboat made it's way through "The Narrows" out to the sea. It was on it's way to greet and guide a larger vessel into the port.<br />
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I noticed Signal Hill to the left, and the rapid movement of the thick billowing clouds on the right, pushing into the harbor. The clouds separated the clear blue sky from the land and water, creating quickly changing shadows on the banks and adding depth and dimension to the color of the sea.<br />
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Before my trip to Newfoundland, I had done quite a bit of research on the Flynn Family History through family notes, stories, interviews with aunts and uncles and by scanning over old photographs. My research lead to working on-line and learning about a place called "The Rooms" - Provincial Archives in St John's Newfoundland, Archives - Art Gallery - Museum.<br />
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With documents dating back to 1662, The Rooms Provincial Archives is the guardian of the historical record of the people, places and events of the oldest colony in North America. Soaring into the skyline of historic St John's, The Rooms combines twenty-first century technology with a striking visual reference to our past. It's unique design mirrors the "Fishing Rooms" where families came together to process their catch. [1]<br />
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The description above sounded perfect to this family historian/genealogist, I planned to spend some time here hoping to find some answers to my family history. Shortly after getting settled in Newfoundland, I made my way to downtown St. John's to "The Rooms", a one time registration fee of 10 dollars, gave me access to their reference staff, to research archival resources and to be able to return how ever many times I would like, in my life time!<br />
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I met with an Archivist, who gave me an introduction and tour of the Research Indexes available. He asked me several questions about what I was looking for, to help me get started and commented, he was surprise at how much I already knew. I explained that I had been working on this project for the last 5 years!<br />
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What is a "Fishing Room"? you may ask, here is a description by Fred Pafford found on Gen Web NL<br />
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A fishing room was an area on the shoreline where a fisherman or a group of men landed their fish, kept their boats, stored their fishing property and built flakes to dry their fish. It most often required the clearing of forest, building a shelter for storage of fish and material and a dock of some sort for their boats. In the early years of Newfoundland fishery it was important to have such a place to return to each spring and not have to rebuild every year.<br />
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Hmm? I wonder? Did my Flynn Ancestors have a "Fishing Room"?<br />
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In my grandfather's notes, he states, "My grandfather, Michael Flynn married Elizabeth Dunlae and at that time settled on the south side of Harbour Main, <u>waterside</u>, as fishing was the main source of living at that time"……..….<br />
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[1] The Rooms Provincial Archives, Connecting with the Past, BrochureFlynn's Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06610646672451100502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244997831490536974.post-82200318752488268262014-01-16T14:54:00.001-08:002014-01-18T17:30:09.690-08:00Mary Ellen Flynn 1887 - 1977<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This past summer, I unexpectedly received a letter in the mail from a second cousin, Lorraine from Massachusetts. She had found my Flynn Family History Blog and wanted to get in touch with me. Lorraine is a descendant of Mary Ellen Flynn (my grandfather's sister) and had information about her grandmother and also her Aunt Betty (Elizabeth Flynn). Lorraine and I started corresponding via e-mail and I quickly learned I had the story of Mary Ellen Flynn incorrect. I promised Lorraine, I would make corrections to the Blog regarding her grandmother. Her story is as follows:</div>
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Mary Ellen Flynn was born December 15th, 1887 in Harbour Main, Newfoundland Canada. She was the third child and the first daughter born to Stephen Flynn Sr. and Mary Ann Tubrett, making her my Great Aunt.</div>
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According to Ancestry.com, Mary Ellen arrived in MA in 1907 she was 20 years old at the time. (possibly when this photo was taken) Four years later, she married William J. Holden in 1911 in MA. He was from Salmonier, Newfoundland.</div>
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Lorraine states they had four children, all born in Newfoundland. So for some reason, after they were married in MA they returned home to Newfoundland and started a family. Lorraine's mother Gertrude Agnes was born July 10, 1912, then George in 1914, Michael in 1917 and last William in Oct of 1919.</div>
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Shortly after William was born the family traveled back to MA to live (probably for work opportunities) , Lorraine states the family story passed down was that on their way to MA, "they threw the dirty diapers out the window of the train.". She is thinking they arrived in Boston, MA sometime in the spring of 1920. They had only been in MA for about six months when Mary Ellen's husband William Holden was struck by a truck and died.</div>
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I was able to find - U.S Records of Aliens Pre-Examied in Canada (again through Ancestry.com) dated 07/02/1920 of William Holden, his wife Mary Ellen and their four children. It states they were coming from Bell Island, Newfoundland, Williams occupation is recorded as Machinist, destination East Boston, MA to the address of William's brother, James. They had 300 dollars in their pocket and that their purpose in coming to the states was for permanent residence. </div>
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Lorraine shared that it was very difficult for her grandmother after her husband's death, she could not afford a burial plot for him but a relative offered her one, she believes he is buried in Needham, MA. Mary Ellen went to work as a cook for a wealthy family in the Boston Area. Lorraine's mother Gertrude, being the oldest had to drop out of school at age 16, to help support the family.<br />
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Some years later, by 1940, Mary Ellen remarried to William Morse who was from Newfoundland as well. He was also widowed and had 8 children. When Mary Ellen's second husband passed away, she went to live with her daughter Gertrude and her family in Malden, MA. Lorraine states, her grandmother was very dear to her. Mary Ellen died Oct 6, 1977, two months before her 90th Birthday. She is burried along side her sister Elizabeth, and 3 of her 4 children in the Woodlawn Cemetery in Everett, MA.<br />
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Lorraine expressed that her grandmother was a very strong woman, to raise four children on her own so far away from home and family, she feels that her life and experience growing up in Newfoundland is what made her so strong.<br />
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This is another heart-breaking story in the Flynn Family History, Mary Ellen's father Stephen Flynn Sr also died that year on Oct, 5th 1920.<br />
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Thank You Lorraine for sharing Mary Ellen's story!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Your Cousin, Elaine</span></b><br />
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Flynn's Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06610646672451100502noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244997831490536974.post-54567192700342784712014-01-07T08:02:00.000-08:002014-01-07T08:02:29.185-08:00 Stephen Flynn Sr's Family - Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, here are seven of my Great Grandfather Stephen Flynn Sr.'s children, missing only second born, Thomas </div>
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Flynn's Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06610646672451100502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244997831490536974.post-12628775356308663052014-01-06T14:56:00.000-08:002014-01-06T14:59:16.173-08:00Michael Flynn 1884 - 1916<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Michael Flynn was born 09/06/1884 in Lakeview Harbour Main/Chapels Cove, Newfoundland Canada. He was the first of eight children born to Stephen Flynn Sr and Mary Ann Tubrett, making him my Great Uncle. He was named after his grandfather Michael Flynn who died the year he was born.</div>
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As a grown man he lived and worked on Bell Island, N.F.L.D., which is about 40 miles Northeast of Harbour Main, in Conception Bay. He married Catherine Mary Kent born Sept, 1883 from Bell Island. Her parents were William Kent and Ellen Grangel. According to Baptismal Records of St Michaels Parish, BI found in the N.F.L.D. Grand Banks Genealogy Site, Catherine had a twin sister named Bridget Ann.</div>
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It is believed by Michael's descendants, that he worked in the Iron Ore Mine on Bell Island. Michael died December 23rd, 1916 of Typhoid Fever, at the age of age 33 years. In my recent trip home to Newfoundland. I spoke with his grandchildren about this heartbreaking event in their family history. They shared with me that when Michael died, his wife "Kitty" was pregnant with their fifth child, she became very distraught and saddened, refusing to talk with anyone.</div>
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After Michaels death, the young family needed to be quarantined, for fear of the possibility that they too were infected. Food was delivered to the house and passed through the window to minimize exposure. Men would be seen outside the house, kneeling in the snowbanks mourning and praying for the family.</div>
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Michael's wife did become sick with Typhoid Fever though and died 3 months after Michael, on March 29th, 1917, one month after giving birth to a daughter Catherine (or Kathleen?) Their five children were cared for and raised by family members, </div>
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Mary Ellen (Molly) age 8, by George and Esther Lahey (Michael's sister)</div>
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William A. age 6, by Stephen Flynn Jr (Michael's brother)</div>
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Elizabeth age 4, by William and Susannah Kent ( Catherines brother)</div>
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Thomas age 3, and Catherine/Kathleen infant, by Daniel and Mary Ann Steele ( Catherines Aunt?) [1]</div>
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The above photo of Michael Flynn completes my search of Stephen Flynn Sr.'s children. The only photo that is missing is of Thomas Flynn 1885 - 1903 (second child) who is believed to have died of Typhoid Fever also. Because he died at a young age, I do not believe there is a photo of him to be found.</div>
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Thank you, to my second cousin once removed, Maureen, who forwarded these photos of her Great Grandparents to me.<br />
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Aunt Agnes once shared with me, that what she missed the most when she moved to the "States" were the Christmas Traditions of back home, in Newfoundland. She explained that during the Christmas Season, they would get dressed up using whatever they had around the house, disguising themselves the best they could, for when they went out visiting the neighbors. I listened and nodded my head as she told me this story. </div>
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The neighbors, would try to guess who the special visitors were as they played instruments, sang songs and danced on their kitchen floors, their hoods would not come off until they guessed right. After much merriment, the visitors would be given fruitcake, cookies and treats and occasional sips of port wine! Aunt Agnes added, "They would laugh and laugh all the way home!. </div>
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I remember this story well, it was just a few years ago that Aunt Agnes had shared it with me, but it was not until I was home to Newfoundland this past summer did I truly come to understand the tradition she was telling me about. I was visiting my cousin's family and I saw over in the corner, on the dining room buffet, a pair of colorful figurines holding instruments with hoods covering their faces. They sparked my curiosity! "Oh those are Mummers!" I was informed. "Mummers?" I questioned. "Haven't you heard of Mummers before?" My reply was "No!" at first, but as I listened to the story of the Mummers I soon realized that this was the tradition Aunt Agnes had told me about, she just never used the term "Mummers" in her story!</div>
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I thought to myself, I never imagined that this is what Aunt Agnes meant by dressing up and going around to the neighbors houses! I laughed at the thought, and of the delight and fun they must of had during those cold snowy winter nights!</div>
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Christmas in rural Newfoundland can be a Christmas like no other. The excitement of the season continues long after the presents have been opened and the turkey dinner eaten, for the Twelve Days of Christmas (from December 26 to January 6) is the time for mummering.</div>
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House visits like this have been part of the Newfoundland Christmas since at least the early 1800's, as settlers to the Island brought with them their many folk traditions from West Country England and Southern Ireland. For those early settlers and their descendants, Christmas was the one time of the year when work was set aside and merrymaking took its place. [1]</div>
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Follow this link to hear "The Mummers Song" by Bud Davidge</div>
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<b> Merry Christmas and Happy New Year - Elaine</b></div>
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Note: Computer problems are now fixed, so I will be able to get caught up on my long overdue Blog Entries, sorry for the delay! Stay tuned!</div>
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Flynn's Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06610646672451100502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244997831490536974.post-20813024487880306912013-10-28T18:11:00.000-07:002013-10-28T18:13:06.570-07:00A Sunday Drive - Part 2 - Brigus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We continued down the road, North on Hwy 60 from Lakeview, Harbour Main that first Sunday after I arrived in Newfoundland. The main road was located inland from the actual coastline of Conception Bay, we turned off onto a side road that lead to the small fishing community of Brigus. This historic town is located in a sheltered bay and has been home to many fisherman and their families, it was first settled in 1610.<br />
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The town's well kept old style architecture, rustic stonewalls, lush green gardens, winding narrow lanes are reflective of it's English, Irish and Welsh Heritage. Brigus is home of the Hawthorne Cottage National Historic Site, the former home of Captain Bob Bartlett who was hailed as the "Greatest Navigator of the 20th Century". [1]<br />
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Our first stop was just before entering the town itself. The rough rocky shoreline and immense size of the boulders caught my attention. We got out to stretch our legs and take in the incredible view! This was the point that my camera came out and I started taking photos! It was just so different from the Midwest landscape that I am used to seeing on a everyday basis.<br />
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We stopped in town for lunch at The Country Corner Restaurant. I enjoyed a bowl of their famous Fresh Cod Chowder, which was "Out of this World" delicious! It was served with a Hot Tea Biscuit and followed by Blueberry Crisp with Ice Cream and Blueberry Sauce, my first authentic Newfoundland Meal! And yes, I ate every last bite!<br />
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It caught me by surprise!, as I tried to take it all in. It was not quite as I remembered.<br />
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The barn was faded an ashen grey, and you could see slight remnants of red stain from the last time it had been painted many years ago. It blended in with the nearby trees, making it hardly visible to see from the road. <br />
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The wood-wire fence that defined the meadow space was completely gone and the meadow itself was now overgrown with brush, trees and weeds.<br />
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The house my grandfather had built still stood, with the Mountain Ash Tree I remembered, by it's side. The house looked tired and worn as the years of time had taken it's toll.<br />
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But, the great hill behind my grandparents house stood tall and grand, and green, with magnificent Spruce and Fir trees lining it's ridges and covering its trails that once were used to get to the top.<br />
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We continued down the road to get reacquainted with the area for when I would return later in my visit. <br />
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Below, are Uncle Martin's references to his family - statements were taken from various segments of the conversation between cousin Joe Flynn and Uncle Martin in 1993<br />
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My cousin Joe, asked Uncle Martin, "Do you have any memories of your brother Mike (Joe's<br />
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Uncle Martin was honest with his response, "What can I say! because I was not there very much" (pausing), then he continued, "not very much, because I was a kid and he was a man." Michael Flynn was born 1884, and Martin Flynn was born in 1900, with 16 years between them, Michael was probably living on his own by the time Martin was old enough to remember.<br />
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Uncle Martin did go on to say that he remembers his brother Mike lived on Bell Island., " he did pretty well, he worked as a Foreman on Bell Island" adding "he was pretty smart and pretty strong too!<br />
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"I loved when they were all up to the house in Harbour Main, I was probably 9 or 10." Uncle Martin recalled. "When they would come in they always had something to give me, a piece of candy or something, cuz I was the youngest, the little fellow."<br />
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"Mike, that brother of mine! Uncle Martin recalled, "He was the oldest boy, I tell you, he used to get a hold of me sometimes and say, now don't you say nothing about what you seen, or I won't give you<br />
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" I remember a lot of things like that, he was quite a boy!"<br />
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Joe asked Uncle Martin about Mike's wife, Catherine Kent (Kitty Kent), "I heard she was a good singer!" Uncle Martin replied, "Oh Sure! She would come up from Bell Island to Harbour Main on Holidays, and she would sing, she was a hell of a nice person, she would always tell us stories."<br />
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Uncle Martin mentioned several times in his conversation with Joe, about his brother Pat (Patrick) from Hamilton, Ontario, that he had a large family. He stayed with his brother for about a year or so before coming to New York City to live.<br />
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George Lahey he'll of a nice guy too!"<br />
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Joe went on to ask about Uncle Martin's brother Stephen (my grandfather), "Stephen was a well educated man?" Uncle Martins response, "We'll he should be, No I wouldn't say well educated, he educated himself."<br />
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Uncle Martin referred to his father Stepher Sr, " Now there was a One Shipmate!," which I am interrupting to mean, he was a good sailor of the sea.<br />
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I have listened to this tape recording of my cousin Joe's visit with Great Uncle Martin from 1993 many times now. During my recent trip home to Newfoundland, I was able to share this tape with Uncle Ray (my Mom's brother). We spent a rainy afternoon together playing the tape, pausing it for Uncle Ray to explain the parts I did not understand, discussing its content and enjoying Uncle Martin's stories. Uncle Ray was intrigued to hear the voice of his Uncle, who he had never met, who had come before him and who had grown up on Flynn's Hill just as he had and who had went off to make his way in life.<br />
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My favorite part of the tape recorded visit was when Joe asked Uncle Martin, "Can you tell me what part of Ireland we all came from?" After a lengthy pause and careful thought, Uncle Martin replied in a firm and assertive tone, "You didn't come from Ireland my friend, No Sir! You were born in Newfoundland! If you are any relation to me! Because I was the youngest and my fathers name was Stephen..............<br />
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Thank you Uncle Martin, we will never forget our roots from Newfoundland!<br />
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Joe's conversation with Uncle Martin continued for sometime, talking about when he was young, sharing stories about his family, places he had traveled and his job as an Iron Worker when he first came to New York City years ago. </div>
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Uncle Martin eagerly goes on, "Well, I was out there when it sunk, (pause) I was just a young kid, (pause) it's kind of a long story, (pause) but my father went out there fishing in a little boat, with a buddy. My mother, she had the other children and went to the farm, well, we called it a farm, which was a little ways from the house."</div>
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My Uncle Ray explains, that back in 1912 when the RMS Titanic sunk 350 miles off the southeast coast of Newfoundland, information or news about such an event traveled "around the bay" by "word of mouth". People in that area mainly relied on what had been passed along without knowing all of the details about the tragic event but eager to help anyway they could.<br />
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Uncle Martin was actually 12 years old at the time the Titanic sunk, but for an old man of 93 years the event left an impression in his memory, that he wanted to share with his great nephew Joe who came to visit him one summer in 1993. Joe, who just happened to tape record the visit for his father, and who I was able to hunt down and who share the tape with me so I could then share this story with all who are interested!Flynn's Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06610646672451100502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244997831490536974.post-19877023433161210402013-07-18T19:39:00.000-07:002013-07-18T19:41:00.141-07:00A Visit with Great "Uncle Martin", Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When my cousin Joe went to see Uncle Martin in 1993, Uncle Martin was 93 years old at the time. Joe found him living in a nursing home in Nassau County, Long Island New York. He had heard the story of Uncle Martin growing up in Lakeview Harbour Main and wanted to talk with him about his life and about his older brother Michael, Joe's grandfather. Uncle Martin had been away from Newfoundland for a long time, but he was the last living relative of Joe's grandfather's generation. <br />
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Joe told me, as he entered the nursing home he remembers seeing an elderly man in a wheelchair near the front door. He was wearing a "Salt and Pepper" Cap and red flannel shirt, they said hello and Joe proceeded down the hallway to the Nurse's station and asked where he could find Martin Flynn. The nurse took Joe back to were he came in, to the man with the "Salt and Pepper" Cap and red flannel shirt.( The "Salt and Pepper" Cap is a traditional cap worn by Newfoundland hard working men.)<br />
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After explaining who he was, Joe began his visit with Great Uncle Martin. Uncle Martin recalled his early years as a young man when he first came to America. "I came to Sydney, Great Britain, from there I went to Halifax, came across the boarder from my brother Pat, who lived in Hamilton Ontario, where I worked for about a year and came away with one of his children." later in the conversation, Uncle Martin states that he was in Bell Island for a while, mentions Labrador and that he "moved around a lot" before coming the States. Being 93 years old, it was a little difficult at times for Uncle Martin to summons the exact details of certain times of his life, overall he did very well and as Joe described "He was a pleasant old man, full of stories about home."<br />
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Joe asked, " What did you do? Where you an Iron Worker?<br />
Uncle Martin replied, "Yes, when I started out, see that Water Tower over there? I worked on that, back in the day you worked long hours, 10-12 hours a day, not like they do today! When I came to the States, I had about 18 - 19 dollars, that was a lot of money back then". Uncle Martin went on to say, he was a steel climber, and when asked if he was afraid of heights, he replied, "No, I wasn't afraid of heights, Oh No! I wasn't afraid of anything like that!, My brothers would say, Jesus Christ, you shouldn't do that, you might fall off." Uncle Martin then laughed.<br />
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Uncle Ray shared the story he was told as a young boy, that Uncle Martin went off to WWI at a very young age, too young to join the war and that he never returned to Newfoundland. When Joe asked Uncle Martin about being in WWI, at first he did not have any recollection. Joe asked," Were you in the war? there was a long pause, Uncle Martin's response was a question, "War?" another long pause followed, you could tell he was really thinking back in time, Joe, "You were too young, so you didn't go to war?, Uncle Martin, "No", Another pause, " I do remember something!, I was up through the Dardanelles, I can't seem to get it all together." Joe, "That was near Turkey?, So you were in the War!" Uncle Martin replied, "I believe I was".<br />
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In 1915, during WWI, the Western Allies sent a massive invasion force of British, Indian, Australian, and new Zealand troops to attempt to open up the Dardanelles Strait which connecting the Aegean Sea to the Sea of Marmara in Northwestern Turkey. [1] Uncle Martin was part of the British Forces and was 15 years old at the time.<br />
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Imagine trying to recall something that happen 80 years prior! I think experiences like war and hardship can sometimes be pushed to far corners of our memory. The story fits the unidentified photo I found in the Flynn Family Photo Collection and also is a fit to the story my Uncle Ray was told as a young boy about his Uncle Martin.<br />
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[1] "Dardanelles", Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia<br />
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when my 2nd cousin Joe Flynn, who was living in the United States at the time, decided he wanted to find his Great Uncle Martin and meet him. Joe was interested in learning more about his Grandparents Michael Flynn and Catherine "Kitty" Kent who both had died at a young age of Typhoid Fever, leaving behind five young children, and thought Uncle Martin might be able to share some information about his older brother Michael. Joe had heard of Uncle Martin as a child growing up in Lakeview Harbour Main, but had never met him. So Joe contacted my mother Mary, who was living in Illinois and asked her if she knew how to get a hold of Uncle Martin. Now, my mother was the right person for him to ask, for if she did not know where Uncle Martin was, she would surely find out how to get a hold of him. My mother was always one to stay in touch with family, it was just how she was.<br />
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Joe found Uncle Martin in Nassau, New York, with my mother's help and tape recorded his visit for his father, William. A Christmas Card was sent that year to thank my mother for her help and Joe described Uncle Martin as a "Pleasant Old Man full of stories about home, and states that his Dad really enjoyed the tape." My mother saved this Christmas Card and I came across it six years ago, while moving her to a new place. I had just started researching the Flynn Family History and thought the card was very interesting, so I put it aside in hopes of one day finding my 2nd cousin Joe Flynn and possibly hearing the stories on this tape.<br />
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So I put the word out, and the message was passed along that I was looking for Joe, and sure enough I found him! Joe sent me my own copy of the tape this past May! Joe described his visit with Uncle Martin on the telephone and in person during my recent visit to Newfoundland. He was concerned that the tape did not have the stories I was looking for, stories of how the Flynn's came to Lakeview Harbour Main, Newfoundland from Ireland. And, although that is true, the stories from Uncle Martin, just hearing his voice are a Real Treasure! <br />
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I will share some of the stories from Uncle Martin in my next Blog Entry!<br />
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My second Great Grandparents Michael Flynn and Elizabeth Dunlea had seven children, the oldest, my Great Grandfather Stephen Sr. 1845, five daughters, Louisa 1847, Mary 1848, Josephine 1850, Catherine 1852,, Sarah 1854 and the youngest son Thomas 1856.</div>
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According to my grandfather's notes (Stephen Jr.), he states that the youngest son Thomas "died at a young age", there was no further information about Thomas to be found until recently, when I came across an entry for a Thomas Flynn on the Newfoundland Grand Banks Genealogy Site under Cemetery Listings for St Peter and Paul Roman Catholic in Chapels Cove, NL.<br />
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The photo shown on the left is not very clear but is of Mary Quinlan Fling and her daughter Mary Bridget Fling (Flynn) (Fewer) circa 1900.<br />
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In my recent trip to Newfoundland, while exploring the Chapel's Cove Cemetery, I found the Headstone for Thomas and Mary Flynn. The dates and age of death seem to match the time frame for being my great grandfather's younger brother. Not far from Thomas and Mary Flynn was their daughter, Mary Bridget (Flynn) Fewer's Headstone, as well.<br />
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I believe, the note made by my grandfather of Thomas Flynn was intended to be related to his own brother Thomas who died at age 18, in 1903 not about his Uncle Thomas. I discussed this possibility with my second cousin Joe Flynn a couple of months ago and he agreed with my conclusion. I did find other siblings of my great grandfather's, sisters Louisa and Sarah buried in the Chapel's Cove Cemetery.<br />
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Recently, I received a message from a Laurie Bollard, who is looking for information about her grandmother Mary Flynn from Chapel's Cove, stating she thinks there is a connection to the Fewer's.<br />
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So Laurie, maybe this information is helpful, please let me know if it is. And if it is, then we are related! Send me your e-mail so we can talk further.
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It will be two weeks tomorrow, that I have been back from my month long trip home to Newfoundland Canada. I have spent most of that time trying to get caught up on all the things that did not have my attention while I was away, especially my vegetable garden! I can say now, after two weeks," It is almost there!" Lesson learned - next time I will hire someone to tend to it while I am away!<br />
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Spending the last 2 weeks in my garden though, has given me time to think, process and absorb all the incredible, amazing experiences I had during my trip home.<br />
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Visiting with relatives, old and new, some I had never met before, hearing their stories, tasting traditional Newfoundland dishes, climbing the Great Hill (mountain) behind my grandparents old house, and of course, the music, songs and laughter.<br />
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I felt extremely welcomed in each and every place I stayed and visited! I felt very much a part of the Flynn Family!<br />
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But I also realized, that there is so much I do not know of my Newfoundland Heritage and Culture.<br />
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My trip was exciting, informative, intriguing and at times, exhausting! I was challenged a bit by the Newfoundland accent and their expressions especially with it being so long since I had been home. ( 26 years). My relatives were patient, understanding but found me amusing in my repetitive questioning of what they were saying. After asking where I was from, a second cousin acknowledged that he should speak slowly for me! My response was "Yes!, Please do!"<br />
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So, I have many stories and photos to share of my trip, and will be doing so in the next few weeks on my Flynn Family History Blog. But first there were a couple of entries I did not have time to post before I left in May. I will post them so that they do not get lost or overlooked.<br />
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Thank you so very much! to All My Flynn Family Relatives for making my visit memorable and for welcoming me into your homes and your hearts. I hope to stay in touch and get back home soon!<br />
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I have learned a lot of new information for my Flynn Family History Blog from my second cousins Frank and Joe Flynn, and have also learned of a few adjustments I need to make, as well. </div>
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I will post the corrections here, so then, current followers will be aware of the changes, but I will also make the adjustments to the pertaining entries.<br />
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#1 - My reference to "Flynn's Hill" as the mountain behind my grandparents house in Lakeview Harbour Main is actually "Charlie's Mountain" named after an early settler, cousin Joe believes it was a Charlie Hynes of that area. Behind the mountain to the west, there is also a pond called "Charlie's pond". "Flynn's Hill" is the land and the road that passes in front of my grandparents house, which continues up the hill in front of William Flynn's house. At one point, the Flynn property was probably much broader then we are aware of.<br />
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I remember Aunt Agnes telling me there was a fence they had to climb over when they went up the mountain, I remember this fence too. She said they would refer to it as going "In the Pen", I think this fence separated the land from the mountain, maybe a property line.<br />
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#2 - Joe and Frank also informed me that their grandfather Michael Flynn, my Great Uncle died on December 23rd 1916. Their grandmother was Catherine Kent born on Bell Island, (not Catherine Sweeney as I had posted) She was referred to as "Kitty Kent" and her father was William Kent.<br />
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Joe states they do have a photo of Michael and Kitty from two separate occasions taken sometime before 1916, that can be added to Stephen Flynn Sr's family page. I look forward to seeing the photos.<br />
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