Red Headed Stepchild
(The Barrett family memoir of Navy Life)
by Sophie Ruth Meranski with photos


105-1509 Forks High School cheerleaders 2001 with Coach Cathy Johnson left front


88-1364 Father Edward M. Hartigan 1889-1978 ordained 1917 jubilee photo 1967 fifty years. IRELAND CONTACTS 1970s Father Edward Hartigan and his sisters Mary and Gertrude and their brothers Jeremiah, James, and John were second cousins of Commander John Barrett 1888-1969. They grew up at corner D and Third Streets South Boston where Jack Barrett often saw them.Jack was very close with their mother and their older brother James, a journalist who died of spinal tuberculosis 1912. After graduation from Boston College 1911 Edward Hartigan accepted appointment at West Point Military Academy and was a classmate of future Army Generals Dwight Eisenhower, Omar Bradley, and James Van Fleet, but when his older brother James died, he felt needed at home and resigned and entered the priesthood 1917. He was in North Weymouth a number of years and 1953-1970 pastor of Immaculate Conception Church in Everett.About 1924 he founded Camp Cedar Crest for boys and girls in Green Harbor, Marshfield, on the Massachusetts South Shore, and his family retired there in the 1970s. His mother adopted a considerably younger girl Dorothy, who became Mrs. James Dunn and whose family were very close with the Hartigans. The youngest of the Hartigan brothers, John, also had a family of four or five who were in the Green Harbor area. Father Hartigan met O Farrell second cousins at Kilbarry, Bandon county Cork while touring 1929, and his sister May was very helpful when Sophie and John Barrett traced Jack's mother's relatives 1970-1971. Sean O Farrell and his sisters Sheila Hennessy and Joan Collins remembered Father Hartigan's 1929 visit and identified scenes in photos he took there. Jack Barrett attended Father Hartigan's 1967 golden jubilee- fifty years a priest, where Boston Cardinal Richard Cushing officiated. Jack was re-united on that occasion with two of his Buckley first cousins in Melrose, Gertrude and Alice Buckley, daughters of his uncle John Buckley and Jenny Cain, born in Warrington near Liverpool England.Sophie Barrett enjoyed many visits with the Hartigans at Green Harbor Marshfield. May Hartigan taught mathermatics at Washington Irving School, Roslindale and lived with her mother and sister Gertrude at 80 Brown Avenue near Sacred Heart Church. IRELAND LETTERS and VISITS 1970s [moved from #1120 p 59] Moskeigh Ireland Ilford England, {I}{B} Year: 1971 Moskeigh Ilford from typed #98 -Loretto Buckley Ann O Farrell -Cyril Buckley-#98 from Sophie Barrett text On September 15, l970 Miss (Ann) Loretto Buckley of Moskeigh Templemartin Bandon, County Cork, Ireland wote a letter that thrilled John junior and me as it promised to open a whole new understanding of the family of Jack's mother- the Buckleys. She wrote, "My dear friends: I have read a letter in the newspaper Saturday the twelfth of September. -that you are seeking information regarding relatives of your husband, stating his grandfather was Daniel A. Buckley from near Bandon. The letter also stated that he corresponded with a Michael Buckley of Moskeigh. Now Michael Buckley was my grandfather.His son Patrick Buckley was my father,and the Buckleys are in Moskeigh all the time since.We are still the only family of Buckleys in Moskeigh for hundreds of years. There are several cousins around here.One of my sisters has passed away - Marcella.I have one living sister and one brother. Mary Ellen is my sister's name, and Richard my brother.I think you are on the right track to get to know your Irish friends ('friends'used to mean relatives in traditional Irish speech).When I hear from you perhaps I will have more news for you,as I hope to seek the parish records for more information.Have you ever come to Ireland? If not, perhaps ye will some time in the near future. I will close now,hoping tht this little bit of news will help you. I remain,your truly, Miss Loretto Buckley.- Moskeigh, Templemartin, Bandon, county Cork, Ireland." On May 15, l97l John's cousin Loretto Buckley wrote again from Moskeigh,county Cork, "My dear John,I have great pleasure in writing this letter and to say how delighted we are that you are to visit us here in Moskeigh.You are very welcome to stay here in my house.Now if you arrive at Shannon airport,Sean O Farrell and I will meet you there and will have you in Moskeigh in a few hours. We will have a motor car as it would be very troublesome to try to make your way by bus out here,and we don't know anything about transport from the Shannon airport, so don't be in any way troubled. Just let me know the day and date and the time you expect to be at Shannon. Clothing stores are available and a very nice lot in all the stores.I will go with you if you would like a helper.Your trip is very much cheaper if you get what is called here a single ticket.You are welcome to remainas long as you wish.Moskeigh and Kilbarry are quite country places.Still I am sure you will like to be with us.Yes, I do see my brother very often- he is only five miles from me.He has not any telephone,nor I haven't got any phone.Sean O Farrell had the phone. Yes you can get to West Cork as the bus does go from Bandon out there.If you don't drive a car,you will be helped out as best I can. We hope to take you to your cousins. I am sure you will have a nice time.You will get fond of the cows and calves.You will be a farmer in a short time.And it is here in Moskeigh you will sleep.I will do my best for you, although I don't do much traveling as the cows and the farm keeps all farmers near home." And Sean O Farrell's wife Anne wrote in May l97l,"Dear Mr. Barrett,I am writing these few lines to help Sean out. You asked for the names and ages of the children. We have five girls and two boys: Katherine sixteen years Anna and Daniel boy and girl twins fourteen and a half Mary thirteen John eleven years Claire seven years and Bernadette six years.I think Sean filled you in with all other information as I join with him by saying that you will be very welcome to Ireland and we will do all we can to make your stay a pleasant one." - Sean's letter "I am very glad to hear that you are to visit us in the near future and you will be very welcome. If you are coming to Moskiegh and Kilbarry, at first we will meet you at Shannon airport so you will have no worries there. As for accomodation you need have no worries as Loretto will be delighted to have you, and we also would keep you.If after having stayed for a few days you may prefer other accomodation,there are plenty places to stay in the local town and also Guest Houses.I think from what I have heard that a round trip would be best for you and I think you will get all that information at an Irish travel agency.Some tourists come to Ireland by chartered flight,but you may be late for that.Now you need not be very particular about clothes- you may need a sweater as the evenings get rather chilly.You can buy all the clothes you want here.It doesn't matter what month you come as our busy periods vary according to the weather.Your query on land records: I believe they are kept in the Land Commission Office in Dublin.Your inquiry on bus service: Well, there is a great service between towns but very little to parts of the country- our nearest bus is three miles.I drive a Volkswagon and pull a trailer with it as it is very quick to go to the creamery with it and markets. I could drive you on many occasions but I would be afraid I wouldn't be always available. I have only two sisters- both married and with family, one living quite near and the other in Cork city. Assuring you of a hearty welcome- my telephone number is Templemartin 18." (p. 577-8( As a result of his correspondence with Loretto Buckley in Moskeigh and Sean O Farrell in Kilbarry, both Jack's Irish second cousins, John left for Ireland July 13, l97l to get acquainted with his kin, but his primary purpose was to collect information to be used in genealogical material for these memoirs, which appear in this and other chapters.We have many letters to me from John in Ireland, which will probably be used later if John writes a book about his travels abroad.In l97l he met about ninety relatives abroad- is most enthusiastic about everything in County Cork where he spent most of his time on dairy farms operated by the Buckleys and the o Farrells. p574When John was in Moskeigh County Cork, Ireland in July and August l97l he received a letter from his father's second cousin Cyril Buckley of Ilford, Essex, England written on 26 July l97l, "Dear cousin John,Thank you for your very welcome letter received a few days ago.I had heard of your existence through my sisters Marcella and Lena who in turn had heard of you through Loretto.I am so glad that our son Gerard was in Moskeigh to join in welcoming you to Ireland.It was a most pleasant surprise to receive your most informative letter. I am most interested in the family history which you have give and would be only too pleased to add any further information to that which you have already compiled. Unfortunately I am at present unable to add very much but am making inquiries with the other members of the famly -my brothers and sisters and sincerely hope that they will be able to contribute something useful.I am unable to say whether my grandfather Michael Buckley l834-l9l8 had any sisters married or otherwise.From the information you have given, I have endeavored to compile a family tree a copy of which I enclose herewith.It is reasonably accurate as far as my information goes.There is so much that I wish to say to you but will refrain in this letter in the hope that you will agree to my following suggestion: We would all like very much if you would come over here to see us.You will be most welcome and it will only take you about one hour from Cork to London airport where we shall meet you.As you know we will be very pleased to have you stay with us as long as you wish.We can then have a good chat and we hope give you some at least of the information you require.If you do decide to come,please let me know your time of arrival. You may telephon me any evening if you wish in order that I can met you at the airport.Please do come.Thank you for your various addresses and your offer to help Gerard,etc. He was delighted to meet you and will be writing to you soon.I would also thank you for your kind invitation to your home near Boston and perhaps a visit may be possible in the not too distant future.Give our love to May, Loretto, and Jack (Sheehy) and tell them that Bertha my wife and I ay visit them in September next as we are contemplating a visit to Ireland this summer.If you cn't come to London this time- I hope you can- I will write you more fully in the near future.With love from us all to you all over there in Ireland. sincerely, your cousin, Cyril B. Buckley." JOHN BARRETT letter from Moskeigh farm to mother Sophie Barrett 1972: 0,1a #1124 p 59 black notebook eight p. 66 {I}{B} Year: 1972 Moskeigh June 27, 1972 June 26 we called on Jerry Kelleher and his sisters - Julia and Mrs. Hanora O Leary. They are first cousins of Richard O Halloran through their mothers, who were Graingers.There aunt age 86 Miss. Sarah Grainger is at Montenotte [north of Lee River on east side of Cork city]. Their grandfather was William Grainger 1835-1913 whose stone we saw at Kilmurry June 19. His father a protestant married Mary Buckley. They had twelve or thirteen children of whom William was the eldest boy. The oldest girl Kate went to USA. and had a famous son General [Michael] Lenihan.I think Father [Francis] Sweeney of Boston College [English and humanities]has a connection to General Lenihan.There is a very large clan of Graingers who appear to be third cousins of Dad's.Tim O Mahony's mother used to speak of her father's Grainger connections.I believe Mrs. Mary Buckley Grainger was an aunt of Daniel A. Buckley, Dad's grandfater. I think --67-- by her age and the general agreement on a relation that she was a sister of John Buckley Dad's great-grandfather, who owned this farm in 1852.One of the Graingers more recently married Steven Buckley of Grandbeg, a relation of Mrs. Margaret O Sullivan and Mrs. Jim Hallahan.There is still no proof that the Grandbeg Buckleys were directly related to the Moskeigh Buckleys,except through the Graingers.Monday afternoon May Buckley and I walked up Scariff Hill to Hallahans'. Jim Hallahan remembers talk of a "Simon Punch" said to have lived on the upper farm on hat road many years before his own time. Loretto thinks Simon may appear in parish records [his daughter Johanna Punch, married Cornelius Buckley about 1833.]Jim Hallahan may be distantly connected to Daniel A. Buckley's mother through the "Quarry" Murphys of RATHCULLEN Rathcullen.Mrs. Hallahan expects a grandnephew Paul Galvin of Dedham to call about July 4. Graingers have BUCKLEY ancestors not vice versa.Mrs. Hallahan walked with us to see next house where Paddy Horgan is 85-87? He says there was no house eighty years ago on the upper farm - now Brady's-where Michael Buckley constructed a cottage.There was some old structure from which bricks were taken for the cottage.--68--Simon and perhaps Jerry had been there once. Loretto's cousin Leslie Buckley was born there in 1914-1915.The cottage is now the home of Mrs. Lynch. Con Brady has the adjoining 28 acres and built a new house there. I go to Wexford June 30.coming back from Hallahans' we stopped at O Farrells'.Mrs. O Farrell showed May their fine milking parlor,which Sean designed.Martin Desmond was cutting silage for them.John Clarke's nephew was spraying weeds next door. Two Kehily children were visiting.We had tea. I played piano for May.Mrs. O Farrell is to go in soon for tests for gallstones and perhaps diaphragmatic hernia [which] occurred years ago in childbirth.We will probably go out to see Richy Buckley Newcestown tonight[June 27].Pat is permanently now at Cloughduv creamery but assigned last week temporarily to the Templemartin branch.That is why we saw him four or five times last week. The creamery may be replaced by bulk [tank] collection in three to five years.It would cost thousands for Loretto to convert.She may retire or switch to dry cattle.Sean does not like the big investment but will make it if necessary. Mr. Hallahan lost two fine dogs who ate poison on neighbor's land.{Some] dogs did hundreds of dollars of damage to sheep - not necessarily Jim's dogs, but they ate the poison.The poison is supposed to be set only at night.Jim usually keeps his dogs in by night.I'm not sure if the neighbor left it out by day, which is illegal - if so, he would be liable to Jim. Mrs. O Halloran Scartnamuck returned Saturday from visiting sister in Dublin. We may call there Wednesday evening June 28.Sunday June 25 there was a big crowd of Sheehy relations here four to seven pm.Paddy and Norah Manning came from Glanmire east of Cork,with their four children John, Maurice,Mary and Katherine.Mr. and Mrs. John Clarke came up also with eldest son Bob who passed --70--driving test Skibbereen last Tuesday June 20 and daughter Ann. Other sons Jerry and Sean elsewhere. they other sister Peg Mrs. John Murphy came with three of her six daughters- Kitty nineteen engaged Theresa 9 Paula 5-- also a young son of Christy Collins [guest of Murphys] was with the Murphys age 3. We expected Maurice Sheehy.Jack and I went over Saturday night [across the lane outside Loretto's farm]to invite him [Jack's brother Maurice, whose three daughters were expected visiting].But Sunday afternoon Jack and Maurice both skedaddled on us and went out to watch bowling matches over the road at Templemartin. I think the Mannings may have been disappointed, as they came a considerable distance.[Norah Manning is youngest of Maurice's threee daughters.]We served mandarin orange segments & pineapple & cottge cheese as well as the usual tea and cake.Sunday at church Loretto spotted Mr. Jerry Kelleher and made the appointment to call on him Monday evening.That is how we uncovered the Grainger-Buckley information.His sister Mrs. Hanora O Leary is the one who knew the history.We saw Slynes and [Eugene] O Riordan at church also.Sunday night I stopped over to O Farrells with a package of cottage cheese,which they liked.It is still not well known here.Tom O Leary next door to them was out on the road. Sean mentioned a third cousin Con[?] O Farrell--71--North Main Street Cork to whom I wrote yesterday. Monday night May and I were at O Farrells 7-9 pm. as she does not get there often and Mrs. O Farrell is going to hospital, and I did not like to rush away.We walked to road- then Kitty Murphy's fiance Gus O Sullivan gave us a helpful rode to Loretto's driveway. Then Loretto [Buckley] and Jack [Sheehy] and I went to Kellehers. best to everyone--John Barrett" [the O Farrell house Kilbarry is about a quarter mile west of the Buckley house Moskeigh in a direct line through the intervening McCarthy farm, but the walk around by the roads is over a mile. Gus O Sullivan came from the west going to John Murphy's farm Moskeigh and was going past Loretto's long driveway and Maurice's house near the road,which became the home of his son Patrick Sheehy and family after Maurice passed away 1973.] EUGENE O RIORDAN Moskeigh - daughter Ella COLLINS - John Barrett note - On my first visit to Ireland July 1971 Loretto Buckley introduced me to her Moskeigh neighbors Eugene O Riordan age ninety and his wife age 87 and their daughter Ella and her husband Michael Collins and the boys Martin, Mihal, Huey, and Sean. Eugene was very knowledgable about old Moskeigh neighbors including the woods ranger Corly Buckley, and a cottage on the hill that belonged to Simon Punch whose daughter married Corley and had a son Simon Buckley who came to Boston by 1855. Eugene's wife was a member of a Murphy clan - I subsequently had a visit in Boston from her nephew Father James Murphy of Columban Fathers many years in Korea , and I got to know Mrs. O Riordan's nieces and nephew from Ballyheedy Ballinhassig Sean and Peg Ring and their married sister Joan Finn. It was Joan Finn who enabled me to solve a puzzle about relations in San Francisco - the Ring's father came from Ballymartle in south Cork between Ballinhassig and Kinsale, and Joan used to exchange letters with her father's brother's wife in San Francisco, Mrs. Johanna Kerrigan Ring, who proved to be a Barrett relative mentioned in letters of Jack Barrett's California aunts. We traced one Barrett relation Mrs. Mary Mathews, who was in San Bruno California in 1974 at 24 PAcific Avenue. Our principal California correspondent was Joan Finn's cousin Mrs. Eva Kimbrough of Berkeley, who wrote this letter in 1973: p 84-#1331 Eva KIMBROUGH Dec 1973 Year: 1973 p42 # 965 - nbk 8-174 Mrs. Eva M Kimbrough 1336 66th St Berkeley California December 18, 1973 Dear Mr Barrett, I had a letter from my cousin Joan today and she was telling me she didn't get to see you this year. She was telling me about the lovely parties you [actually Loretto] gave and the dancing and Irish singing. The people over there really enjoy the Americans as they think we are all quite wealthy over here. I never heard my mother speak of the Collins[es] you mentioned. I DON'T SEE MARY MATHEWS I don't see Mary Mathews, but I always have a Christmas card every year from her. I know she doesn't know much about her mother's people as her mother, Marie, married a German fellow and they were very close so I'm sure that's the reason she hasn't written to you. I haven't seen Marie Mathews in twenty-five years, and she hasn't ever come to see us. I don't think she cares to be among her relatives. Yes, she is the only grandchild of John Ring. The other boy Neil Ring married late in life. The other two Frances and John Ring never married. They have all been dead for quite some time. I never met Kate Kerrigan or the Coleman woman but my mother used to see her when she visited uncle John Ring. I TOO HAVEN'T MUCH NEWS ABOUT THE RELATIVES AS MY MOTHER NEVER TALKED MUCH ABOUT THEM. JOAN and Peggy I think would be the ones that knew the most of them. Have a nice X-mas and New Year Sincerely, Eva M. Kimbrough." Thanks for photos. -- Daniel Buckley andJohn Robert Barrett with group web p 9- photo #69 Year: 1891 At far right Daniel A. Buckley born Moskeigh Cork about l927 gradnfather of Commander Barrett holds blackthorn cane from Ireland, which Jack found at 640 East Seventh Street after Mollie died of cancer October 11, l967. Jack identified his grandfather in this photo next to Jack's father John Robert Barrett l854-l942. Picture is most likely while John Robert Barrett and Jack were living next door to Buckley in-laws - grandparents on Park and Baxter Streets Melrose l889-l894 after Jack's mother died.Other persons in photo are unidentified, though Jack had an idea they might be friends in Stoughton he may have met l890's, He visited relations in Milford with aunt Minnie about l893.The nearer relations passed away, except for the parents of Helen Buckley and the Carlins, who moved from Philadelphia to South Boston, then Milford l896-l898 - then located permanently in Buffalo, New York, where John Barrett junior met Helen Buckley and her cousin and husband Richard and son Bob JAN. 1972 AT 44 BENNETT VILLAGE TERRACE AND THE LARGE CLAN OF CARLIN COUSINS - TEN CHILDren of Helen's older sister- at James Carlin's store in Blasdell with about five of his sisters present. LETTER of MOLLIE BARRETT's second cousin Mary Elizabeth Lynch about Lanes-Lynches not direct Barrett or Buckley O Farrell relations: Dr. Mary Lynch 23 Winborough Street, Mattapan, Massachusetts 02126 December 11, l969.Dear John,-Mollie often spoke of you.She was very fond of you as you no doubt know.Although we did not see her regularly,we always kept in touch and enjoyed her visits very much.I am afraid that I cannot be of any great help to you in searching her family background,but I am happy to give you what little information I have. Mollie's grandmother was my grand-aunt, the sister of my grandfather Lynch.They were two of eleven children born in Kenmare, county Kerry on the ploughlands known as Tulley.Their mother was a Palmer, and her mother a Sullivan-Christian. Of the eleven children of the Lynches -1- Daniel married Mary Gill and inherited the land.-2- Mary married Daniel Gill and remained in Kenmare also (a double wedding).He inherited the adjoining farm.-3-Katherine married James Lane of Kenmare. Some of their children were born there,but others were born in Portsmouth, New Hampshire.They moved to Malden and then to Melrose, where they built a house on Grove Street and established a plastering contractor's business.A friend Mrs. Rossiter had preceded them to Malden.Her grandson or great-grandson is Monsignor rossiter of Boston.-4- Denis settled in Portsmouth. He had two daughters.One married John Lambert,whose son John was a journalist in Boston.He represented the Hearst newspapers in Washington for some years and later became publisher of the American.The other daughter married a Duffy.One of his daughters was Agnes.She taught in New York city.-5- Ellen married a a McCarthy in Michigan and later moved to California.-6- Felix went to University of Pennsylvania, married the daughter of a German professor,and moved to Michigan.They had four daughters.-7- James married Sally Foley and remained in Kenmare.Their sons were John and Bartholomew. John came to New York. His only surviving child is Father Dennis Lynch, S.J., of Manila, Philippine Islands. Bart had a big family in Kenmare.-8- Bartholomew came to Portsmouth.One of his grandsons James lives in Pennsylvania. -9- Timothy went to Texas and dropped out of correspondence.-10- John came to Portsmouth, married and had ten children, -11-Thomas settled in Worcester.He had four children.One of his daughters married a Carroll who was police chief in Worcester. One of their daughters is married to Dr. Robert McCarthy, academic dean at Boston State college. Most of the above information came from Mollie's aunt Kate Lane Kernan.She was a voluminous letter writer, possibly because early loss of hearing cut off avenues of communication.She had been a talented pianist- in fact she often accompanied her former school friend, the opera singer Geraldine Farrar. All that went with the hearing. I have no idea of the dates, but I understand there is a large family plot at the cemetery in Portsmouth (N.H.) which should have some dates. Bill Lane of Grove Street, Melrose would know about that, since he has taken an interest in keeping it in repair.I retired a year ago after twenty years as head of Biological Sciences at Boston State.My sister (Helen) who is nine years younger, is a school psychologist in Boston.We travel a great deal in her vacation time. Last summer was spent in East Africa- a fascinating experience.I wonder if you had seen the enclosed clippings about Myles Lane?Shortly before this appointment (as a judge) Governor Rockefeller had made him permanent chairman of the New York crime commission.He and his wife (an artist) spent their vacation last summer in Kenmare.My very best wishes to you and your mother.Of course I met both of you at Mollie's just after you came back to the States (l947). Sincerely, Mary Lynch."Sophie Barrett note-telephone Augusat l970. John thinks that Mary and Helen Lynch are daughters of a man who was born in Ireland and came over to Melrose. Check further.) In the 1970's they moved to Hatters Hill Road, Medfield. Kate Kernan appears next to her sister Mrs. Mary Lane Barrett in photo at 640 East Seventh Street back yard l932 or l933 with Mr. Barrett, Mollie and Kate Barrett, and John Lambert.


105-1510 Jack Barrett left w. another destroyer TRUXTUN officer 1929 [possibly Selman Bowling?] near Zamboanga or Jolo Philippines


{G} prob. duplicate prepared D 22'98 this is the first time I have tried the reverse maneuver copying material from Website to E mail. Let's see how it goes. I am putting entries on the Website from my father's father's plumbing shop account books for 1890- he bought two copies of Gen Benjamin Butler's book - one for his wife's brother - various presents, rent, oranes, grapes along with three hundred handwrittten pages of plumbing shopaccounts. Merry Christmas. (He entered small 1892 Christmas presents in the account book)- Keep well - try FLAXSEED - delicious and especially healthful arteries, cancer, blood sugar. Flaxseed is the perfect food, it seems- JJohn Barrett John Robert Barretts paternal grandparents were named Robert Barrett and Catherine Sullivan. They remained in Cork, Ireland, as did one daughter Mary, who married Cornelius Kerrigan in the Ballymartyle area near Kinsale.Tax censuses of Cork in 1827 and 1852 show a Robert Barrett on the east bank of the Bandon River, south of Bandon not far from Ballytmartle and Kinsale. The main source of early history is a September 1911 letter by Robert Joseph Mehegan, Boston Herald printer 1857-1925 to his son Robert junior working in land office Evanston Wymong, who was about to visit relative in San Francisco. It tells that a group of five children of the above couple came to Boston in 1841 - Robert, Kate, Ellen, Johanna, and Margaret. Of these Robert the eldest was probably born about 1815, worked as a milkman, married and moved late 1840s to near St. Peter and Paul Church on West Broadway, and had four children that grew up- records suggest a baby named Robert died, Michael may have been born 1850, Mary is definietely l852 while family was near A and West Third or Athens corner Second. The family was on Goddard Street Dochester when John Robert was born November 29, 1854, but the location near old wetlands and Lark Street and Saint Augustine Church was part of the 1855 Washington Village annexation to Boston and a few years later was renamed West Eighth Street. While living in downtown Boston in 1840s Robert Barrett appears to have placed an advertisment in the Irish newspaper "The Pilot" seeking to locate his maternal cousin surnamed Sulllivan, who had emigrated 1846 from Cork to St. John New Brunswick. Of the four sisters who accompanied him to Boston 1841, the older two Kate and Ellen married brothers Charles and John Mehegan from Ballyheedy, Ballinhassig, county Cork. These two families have numerous descendants whose surnames have included Hoarde, Maloney,Carty, Brennan,Soger, Craig, Sullivan. The two younger girls Johanna and Margaret crossed Panama by muleback to Panama 1854 and lived many years at 2023 and 2043 Polk St, -Johanna became Mrs. Hession marrying an engineer- one daughter married Emil Fahrbach, an executive of Dinkelspiel stores. The milkman Robert Barrett had a second daughter Kate in 1855 or 1856 and died December 18, 1859 of lung disease. Little is known of his wife Catherine Daly. Records conflict whether she was born in Masschusetts or Ireland. Daly is a strongly localized West Cork name, especially from around Skibbereen. The Dalys were bards and associated with the powerful O Mahony landowners of the area. Spelling of the name varies in records and often followed the preference of clerks and centsus takers. The Irish form properly should be O Daly or O Dailey. When her grandson John Berchmans Barrett was born August 28, 1888 his godfather was Andrew Dailey at the christening by Rev. Johnson at Gate of Heaven Church at I and East Fourth Streets - possibly some kin. It is not possible to identify him positively in Boston directories - a few years earlier an Andrew Dailey was listed as a cigar maker on West Seventh Street - he does not appear thereafter in boston directories, but John Robert Barrett kept plumbing shop account records 1890 to 1894, and in these D. Dailey of West Seventh Street appears several times as a customer, and another Dailey on Second street was also a customer. Mrs. Robert Barrett nee Catherine Daly died of tuberculosis in 1863. Jack Barrett stated that her sister-in-law Ellen Barrett Mehegan adopted the two daughters Mary and Kate while their mother was still living, but that his father John Robert Barrett preferred to live with a baker Michael Thompson "at City Point" in one of the oldest houses east of L Street, at 640 East Seventh Street. Jack Barrett apparently learned that his father had some resentment on his sisters being taken away while their mother was still alive, but quarantine for tuberculosis was probably the reason. Jack Barrett in later years did much probate and land court legal work and historical research also, and he may have found probate procedings concerning his aunts, with whom he corresponded regularly until their deaths in May and November1923. The trancontinental railroad was completed in 1869, and they went in 1871 to San Francisco, where Kate lived with the Barrett immigrants on Polk Street, while Mary entered the teaching order of Presentation Nuns 1871 under the name Sister Mary Joseph. She was many years in San Francisco, at Sonoma 1890, where she sent newspaper articles and postcards and a photo in which she was standing in front of the convent with mountains in the background - then for many years she was Mother Superior of the Presentation Girls High School in Berkeley California, where Robert J. Mehegan juinior visited her in 1911. She selected Jack Barett's middle name Berchmans, honoring a Belgian child canonized as a saint 1887. When her sister Kate died May 1923, she wrote Jack Barrett explaining a complex will under which Kate Barrett in 1915 received half of the estate of her immmigrant aunt Johanna Hession, for whom she made a home many years - thye remained stayed in the Hession -Fahrbach family. Then Jack Barrett received a legacy from his aunt Kate Barrett in 1926, after a life estate to her cousin Kate Kerrigan, who came from Ballymartle Cork to San Francsico in 1897. This led to tracing several Kerrigan relations because Kate Kerrigan's sister Johanna Kerrigan had married John Ring from the Ballymartle-Ballinhassig area, and his nieces Mrs. Joan Finn and Peg Ring and their cousin Ella Collins of Moskeigh took an interest and were extremely helpful in 1971. They kept in touch with a Ring descendant Eva Kimbrough of Berkeley, whose daughter had attended the Presentation School there. Nano Nagle was the founder of the Presentation Order in Cork. Interest in this history was whetted because Robert Barrett's landlord 1855-1859 on Goddard Street-West Eighth Street was named Michael A. Ring, and he played an active role in charity and church affairs in the South Boston Irish community. He started out in junk and gunny cloth according to directories, and he had a number of children, including Thomas Ring, who became a trustee of Saint vincent de Paul, which look out for the needs of the poor, especially children. A will of Michael A. Ring some years later lists twenty-four grandchildren. He lived near Vinton Street, across south of Old Colony Boulevard, also in the 1855 Washington Village annexation.In the 1970s John Barrett junior had an extended telephone conversation regarding this history with retired United States House of Representatives Speaker John W. McCormack, who lived on Vinton Street as a child and was most interested in the local history.Directories indicated that one of the Goddard Street neighbors was a Mrs. Welch,who was a sister of the baker Michael A. Thompson who adopted John Robert Barrett 1862. Her photo and that of another sister Mrs. McGlinchy appeared in the oldest Barrett family photo album. John Robert Barrett was listed as a resident at 640 East Seventh Street the Thompson home in the 1870 United States census. For a year or so at some point John Robert went somewhere in the Middle West to live and work with his older brother Michael, but he returned to Boston and was apprenticed to the master plumber William S. Locke in the 1870s, and he later worked for Locke prior to establishing his own plumbing shop first on Atlantic Avenue and Federal Street near South Station and after 1908 to 1922 aT 112 HARRISON AVENUE near present day Tufts Dental and Medical School and Chinatown. JohnRobert Barrett's Boston poll tax payment records from 1875, l876, and 1877 were found in the South Boston home after the death of his daughter Mollie october 11, 1967. John Robert Barrett married Catherine Agnes Buckley April 19, l884 at Gate of Heaven Church - ceremony performed by Reverend Lee. They lived for a time a Thomas Park on Dorchester Heights and also at P St City P{oint. Their son John Berchmans Barrett was born August 28, 1888 at 654 East Sixth Street, but his mother died of unknown causes June 8, 1889, when he was less than ten months old. John Robert Barrett went to live with the Buckley in-laws, who had moved tp Park Street. Melrose in 1884. Aunts Minnie and Maggie Buckley and grandparents looked after young Jack while his father commuited by train to the plumbing shoip on Boston. Many of John Robert Barrett friends can be identified from old family photo albums. There were at least fine photos of his wife Catherine Buckley, and onew of her mother and one dated 1872 or her brother John - a separate locket of her youngest sister Minnie - a tintype of John robert Barrett's older brother Michael, and shots of his sisters Mary and Kate in San Frnacisco- photos of plumber William S. Locke and his brother Ned - photos of Mrs. Welsh and Mrs. McGlinchy - two Buckley cousins in Milford an older man an younger woman- of Civil War Veteran George Varnum in uniform -Jack Barrett recollected that he was in parades in 1890s- or Con Crowley, whom Jack believed a plumbing inspector and a friend Wally Sweeney.Also cousin [Robert Joseph] "Mehegan" and next to him "Kate" his sister Mrs. Craig who later lived near Blossom Street and Massachusetts General Hospital.


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{I} Grainger 85-1337 I-R-E-L-A-N-D {I} Year: 1972 Quarry Murphys were from Rathcullen B8:73 Mary Buckley born about 1810 married Protestant William Granger and had 12 or 13 children. First son William 1835-1913 was born at Curraclogh, Kilmurry, and his recent tombstone in Irish is at Kilmurry churchyard. Eldest daughter Catherine born about 1836 resided in Milford, Mass in 1858 and married James Lenihan of neighboring Hopkinton. Large family included Brigadier General Michael Lenihan born Hopkinton 1865. Gerard and francis Sweeney of Milford are descended from Catherine Granger through their mother.The elder William Granger and his wife Mary Buckley moved from Curraclogh to Lackareigh, Kilmichael, where most of their large family were born.There is a strong tradition that the Graingers were closely related to the Moskeigh Buckleys. Loretto's father Pat and his brother Michael and their sister Mrs. Kate O Mahony [at]The Lake, Castle Lack all spoke repeatedly of the close relation. I believe Mrs. Mary Buckley Granger was a sister of my great great grandfather John Buckley of Moskeigh and of his brother Cornelius.If the names of her second son and daughter can be learned, they may provide clues as to the baptismal names of her parents. One of her daughters, Mary, married Steven Buckley of Grandbeg. the [74] Grandbeg Buckleys are related to Mrs. Hallahan of Moskeigh and to Mrs. Margaret O Sullivan through their common grandmother, a Grandbeg Buckley who became Mrs. O Sullivan. There is no proof of relationship between the original Grandbeg Buckleys and the Moskeigh Buckleys.However, a large group of descendants of Steven Buckley, senior, are related to the Moskeigh Buckleys through their mother Mary Granger and her mother Mary Buckley of Lackareigh.Steven Buckley,junior, has four daughters, Mrs. Neville,Mrs. Leary, and two Mrs. Barrys married to brothers. Steven Buckley, junior had two brothers in Australia, two sisters who were nuns, and perhaps one more sibling.Mary Buckley has two grandchildren in St. Mary's home Montenotte Cork City[1972]. Miss Sarah Grainger is eighty-six years and grew up near Lackareigh. Her grandmother was a Murphy Derbh [pronounced 'Deriv'] related to ninety-eight-year-old John Murphy of the Whiteboys whose funeral Sarah attended in 1896.Sarah's late brother Michael was the father of Dr. Dermot Grainger now in practice at Cloughduv and his sister Miss Sheila Grainger of Kilbarry Road, Dunmanway. we were [75] assisted in our research by Mr. Richard Halloran, now of Ballincollig.His mother was a sister of Sarah Grainger.He has two brothers in England who are friendly with the Ilford Buckleys. Two more brothers are in Dublin and one in Cork.Richard Halloran himself often heard Mrs. Kate O Mahony Castle na Lact speak of the close Buckley-Grainger connection.He formerly lived east of Crookstown and went to school with Loretto {Buckley] and Jack [Sheehy].He is a carpenter, and his wife has two sons and three daughters.Hr referred us to his cousin Jerry Kelliher of Knockavadra,Aherla, whose mother was another sister of Sarah Grainger.Mr. Kelliher lives with his sisters Julia Kelliher and Mrs. Norah Leary.Another sister Mrs. Cotter lives elsewhere with four children. Mrs. Norah Leary was the first person to state positively that her great-grandmother was Mary Buckley.She gave accurate information about her own grandfather William Grainger and his sister Catherine, who became Mrs. James Leniham in USA and was the mother of Brigadier General Michael Lenihan.She states that the Lenihans came from Mallow in northern County Cork.The Massachusetts records show James Lenihan and his wife both twenty-two years old in 1858.He was a bootmaker. His parents were Pat and Ellen [76]Some of Mary Buckley Grainger's younger children went to San Francisco. Her sons included Henry and Edward - names said to have originated in the Protestant Granger family of Inchegeela in West Cork. This 'Ned' Grainger moved east to the Ballinhassig-Knockavilla region.He had a daughter Margaret. Another daughter was originally Catherine, but when she joined the Presentation order, her name in religion was Sister Margaret Mary Grainger.For many years she was at the same convent in South Dakota with Loretto's aunt, Ellen Mary Buckley.They were second cousins.Years ago Mary Ellen O Mahony Castle-na-Lact visited them in USA. They returned to Ireland in 1932 for the Eucharistic Congress in Dublin, at which time Ellen Mary Buckley was home in Cork for a week, and Loretto saw her.It is because of these two nuns that the Moskeigh Buckleys often heard about Grainger relations.Loretto also remembers that during World War I her grandfather Michael Buckley was proud of a photograph of U.S. Brigadier General Michael Lenihan -second cousin of John's grandmother.The third and youngest of Ned Grainger's daughters is Mrs. Nan Grainger O Mahony who had a career as a nurse after leaving a convent in France where she was dissatisfied with manual chores and grasping financial practices. She was giving a pound to her father when it was snatched away by an exceptionally tyrannical senior nun, and she soon left the Order. She knew a Mrs. Mary Meskill and Mrs. Lena O Brien in Ballinhassig, whose maiden name was Buckley. It is thought they were second cousins of Loretto's father. and that their mother was a Scartnamuck Sullivan related to Mrs. Dan O Halloran.. I think Nan had three brothers one perhaps in USA. Another was William with a son Liam who was a lumber dealer in Blackrock south of Cork city. Somewhere on this line is a young Theresa Grainger who married Tom Buckley. Nan pointed out this young couple to Loretto one day at Montenotte, They were leaving as she arrived.Nan's other brother (John?) had an only son John who lived at Grainger's Cross, Ballyheedy. He died of skin cancer aged fifty leaving a widow the former Mary Barrett of Killeady and five young children. She is related to Sean O Farrell through her eighty-eight year old mother and the large Hurley clan. She told us in 1971 about her husband's aunt Mrs. Nan Grainger O Mahony in Montenotte, and Loretto called there in September 1971,and has become very friendly with Nan because of the long association of Loretto's aunt with Nan's sister in South Dakota. There is a property in northern Moskeigh and the adjoining part of Scariff [78] which was owned in 1833 by Simon Punch.At some date it came into the possession of Loretto's grandfather Michael Buckley who moved there about 1910 building a cottage for himself and his unmarried daughter Mary.He relinquished the main farm to Loretto's father.Then he relinquished the [north] property to Loretto's uncle Michael,whose youngest son Leslie was born at the hill farm 1914 or 1915.The property was sold by the Buckleys by 1920. The [north] cottage is owned by the Lynches and the [north]farm by Con Brady.The oldest neighbors there are Jim Hallahan (81) Paddy Horgan (87?) Mrs. Lynch (95) and Eugene O Riordan.They say no one was living there in 1890, and Michael Buckley built the present Lynch cottage. Some stones from the long-abandoned Simon Punch cottage were used in building Eugene O Riordan's house [near main road in Moskeigh].Newcestown parish records show a Cornelius Buckley married to Johanna Punch. They had a daughter Julia in 1835. I believe this Cornelius Buckley was a brother of my great great grandfather John Buckley of Moskeigh. I think his wife was a daughter of Simon Punch, and they had a son Simon [Buckley] born betwen 1832 and 1835. He came to Boston by 1855 and appears [at Boston Wharf at north end of A Street South Boston in 1855 Massachusetts State Census] in the same house with my great grandfather Daniel Buckley in the State Census of 1855. They would be first cousins.There was a Jerry Buckley older than Simon and a Dennis younger at the same house perhaps brothers of Simon.Dan and Simon appear together in the Boston City Directory for the year 1856 only at Boston Wharf, which runs [ran] north of A Street,South Boston [then at water's edge prior to filling.]




Forks cross country autumn 2001 Emily Perkins Ken Santman Steve Nielsen --- Fri, 22 Jan 1999 14:17:14 -0600 To: "John Barrett" From: "Prof. Peter Nathan" Subject: Re: Sophie thesis extract & Navy material "Xanthos" John: I've been in and out of town a lot these past few weeks, which is why I have been a poor e-mail correspondent. This is just to let you know that I will want to respond shortly to your several welcome e-mails. Peter --- At 02:19 PM 1/20/99 -0800, you wrote: PETER- I SENT THE TEXT BY MAIL LAST YEAR - I am typing it out for the website currently. I found some interesting material from 1958 or 1959 that mentions you and your wedding to Florie Baker at Temple Emmeth - on Thanksgiving Day - we retrurned after a big family gathering in Hartford, where mother saw her three sisters, her two nephews in medical school at Jefferson and many others - I can probably figure out if that was in 1958 or 1959, but probably you can tell me - was your wedding 1958 or 1959. You went in Army reserve, and mother mentions you were living in Lexington MA when she was writing memoir around 1970. There were eleven notebooks - three with main text, and eight with letters and notes and drafts. After 1993 thefts I have most of text of five note books - fortunately with nearly all of main text, but some key items from three other notbooks "#2,5, 6" were photocopied, and this material on Thanksiving 1958-or-9is in notebook two. I also found a January l928 letter my father wrote to New York Post under pen name "Xanthos." He had recently been to sea Dec. 1927 in very poorly equipped small harbor tug PENOBSCOT when every available vessel was rushed to try to help small submarine S-4, which sank in very deep water off Provincetown Cape Cod, when S-4 surfaced without warning in front of Coast Guard cutter PAULDING, which was not proved in any way at fault - captained by my father's schoolmate at Revenue Cutter School Jack Baylis, whom I visited in New Jersey 1970. There is material on website about S-4 by my father's friend from Naval Hydrographic Office DC Gershom Bradford - native of Kingston MA 1879-1978 - he helped lay out the test course off Provincetown about 1902. and know one of the PAUILD NG officers >who stood up for Baylies when he was critcized. The PENOBSCOT, the tug >my father was on after being called out in middle of night about 18 >Dec 27 had weak radio, lacked food and blankets for long trip and was >otherwise lacking equipment for hifgh seas.. She was assigned to get >in touch with another ship the CHEWINK, which was trying to recover >some pontoons - someone hoped they could be used to refloat the S-4, >which proved to be in water too deep for rescue, though survivors >could be heard tapping for two weeks. When the modern sub THRESHER >sank off Boston 1963, there was still no technology to rescue crew >from great depth and pressure. My father's letter dopes not deal >specifically with the S-4 but dealt with the general issue of >presparedness and Navy budgets in the period when Hitler and Tojo were >coming to power and gradually eluding the weak-minded democracies. The >name Xanthos originally mean +fair+ or "blond" in Greek, but it was >the name of the horse that warned the great hero Achilles who killed >Trojan Hector to avenge his friend Patroclus that his turn was coming >soon too -Achilles got the bad news in no uncertain terms "from the >horse's mouth" as they say at the race track - then the gods >intervened to hush the unnatural speech and warning. My father was >considered at times a prophet of gloom and doom Pearl Harbor, etc >--like the talking horse of the Iliad - and there seems to have been >some fanciful allusion to his red hair - perhaps based on humor at >Boston Latin in class of 1906 - though in goodGreek "xanthos" means >blond not red. Jack Barrett in the 1906 "Class Prophecy" was called >Pyrrhus, in allusion to his sunburned freckled countenance asfter mush >time boating in South Boston during school years. It was natural to >extend it from red face to red hair =Pyrrhus to Xanthos. The actual >content of the letter has to do with Naval budgets in context of >disarmament treaties, in which Britain and Japan scrapped plans to >buiild ships while US gave up existing ships. German -Americans >were influential through religious groups in neutralist anti-armament >movements and isolationism, many people were entirely sincere - there >was a Pacifist movement 1930's at Oxford, but the German government >skillfully exploited the sentiments - see Admiral Knox's introduction >to first volume of fifteen-volume "History of U.S. Navy in World War >II." My father had several assignments in War Plans - he took junior >Course at Naval War College Newport RI 1923-1924 - I am starting t >type his TACTICS thesis for website - he participated in 1925 War Game >Hawaii that demonstrated vulnerability of Oahu and Pearl Harbor - he >was in War Plans and Reserve Training three tiimes New York 1927-9; >Boston 1932-3, and Philadelphia 1936-8. He drilled a great many Naval >Reservists out of Charlestown Navy Yard 1932-3 on EAGLE 19 built by >Ford motors, and the Springfield Republican newspaper told of the >last cruise in a front page story Sunday June 18, 1933 with photos of >my father in uniform and the EAGLE 19 and members of the Springfield >unit. Then President Roosevelt cut the budget attempting to keep his >1932 campaign promise to balance the budget. President Hoover buiult >no new ships in fouryears. Then President Roosevelt heard about the >fiscal ideas of British Lord Keynes and the Labor party that fiscal >deficits are necessary to stimulate demand and employment in >depression times, so he turned around and suported rebuilding the >Navy, but Hitler and Tojo got an amazing headstart. (This may be >happening today on FUSION ENERGY). My father saw the Atlantic war >close up at Branch Naval Hydrographic Office New York, where he was in >charge 1940-41 - then he was shocked at stupidity and comp[lacency and >refusal to plan when he was sent to Pearl Harbor as Assistant War >Plans Officer Fourteenth Naval District July-October 1941. He was >transferred to personnel Oct. and ran Overseas Transportation Office >four years till October 1945. evacuating families after Dec. 7 attack >-shipping very short till after Midway June 4 1942. In 1946 he was on >courts martial - supported Capt. Paul Washburn who believed there was >reasonable doubt when uncorroborated Reserve Officer with political >connections accused career Naval officer of thefts from commissary - >Nimitz and Navy Sec. Sullivan were angry - there was political >pressure for conviction. Head of court Washburn found the witness >evase - he was demoted by Nimitz but it was rescinded. The 1950 >Uniform Code of Military Justice was suposed to reduced this type of >"staff influence" pressure for conviction without fair procedure. >Nimitz had racist views about immigration around 1920. He did good job >with intelligence for Battle of Midway 1942 - made good judgment >permitting Orlin Livdahl gunnery officer on czrrier ENTERPRISE to >re-position new Swedish guns Sept 1941 to save four airplane spaces on >carrier deck and increase firing angle of guns - Livdahl was friend of >my father from destroyer CLAXTON 1936. Have you had chance to look >through website ? best wishes - John Barrett DON QUIXOTE frees GINES DE PASAMONTE vol 1 ch 22 To: "Jon Goldstein" , "David S. Hibbett" , "Annie Knight" , "Bruce Knight" , "King F Lowe" , "Ken Markham" , "Prof. Nathan" , "Ellen Peebles" , "Thalia Price" , "Michael Richardson" , "Peter Thomas Richardson" , "Heather L Wadsworth" , "Judy Warnement" , "Tyler K Weston" , "Griff Winthrop" DON QUIXOTE frees Gines de Pasamonte + chain gang of prisoners en route to king's galleys - Ormsby translation: Part I of DON QUIXOTE by Miguel de Cervantes Translated by John Ormsby CHAPTER XXII OF THE FREEDOM DON QUIXOTE CONFERRED ON SEVERAL UNFORTUNATES WHO AGAINST THEIR WILL WERE BEING CARRIED WHERE THEY HAD NO WISH TO GO CIDE Hamete Benengeli, the Arab and Manchegan author, relates in this most grave, high-sounding, minute, delightful, and original history that after the discussion between the famous Don Quixote of La Mancha and his squire Sancho Panza which is set down at the end of chapter twenty-one, Don Quixote raised his eyes and saw coming along the road he was following some dozen men on foot strung together by the neck, like beads, on a great iron chain, and all with manacles on their hands. With them there came also two men on horseback and two on foot; those on horseback with wheel-lock muskets, those on foot with javelins and swords, and as soon as Sancho saw them he said: "That is a chain of galley slaves, on the way to the galleys by force of the king's orders." "How by force?" asked Don Quixote; "is it possible that the king uses force against anyone?" "I do not say that," answered Sancho, "but that these are people condemned for their crimes to serve by force in the king's galleys." "In fact," replied Don Quixote, "however it may be, these people are going where they are taking them by force, and not of their own will." "Just so," said Sancho. "Then if so," said Don Quixote, "here is a case for the exercise of my office, to put down force and to succour and help the wretched." "Recollect, your worship," said Sancho, "Justice, which is the king himself, is not using force or doing wrong to such persons, but punishing them for their crimes." The chain of galley slaves had by this time come up, and Don Quixote in very courteous language asked those who were in custody of it to be good enough to tell him the reason or reasons for which they were conducting these people in this manner. One of the guards on horseback answered that they were galley slaves belonging to his majesty, that they were going to the galleys, and that was all that was to be said and all he had any business to know. "Nevertheless," replied Don Quixote, "I should like to know from each of them separately the reason of his misfortune;" to this he added more to the same effect to induce them to tell him what he wanted so civilly that the other mounted guard said to him: "Though we have here the register and certificate of the sentence of every one of these wretches, this is no time to take them out or read them; come and ask themselves; they can tell if they choose, and they will, for these fellows take a pleasure in doing and talking about rascalities." With this permission, which Don Quixote would have taken even had they not granted it, he approached the chain and asked the first for what offences he was now in such a sorry case. He made answer that it was for being a lover. "For that only?" replied Don Quixote; "why, if for being lovers they send people to the galleys I might have been rowing in them long ago." "The love is not the sort your worship is thinking of," said the galley slave; "mine was that I loved a washerwoman's basket of clean linen so well, and held it so close in my embrace, that if the arm of the law had not forced it from me, I should never have let it go of my own will to this moment; I was caught in the act, there was no occasion for torture, the case was settled, they treated me to a hundred lashes on the back, and three years of gurapas besides, and that was the end of it." "What are gurapas?" asked Don Quixote. "Gurapas are galleys," answered the galley slave, who was a young man of about four-and-twenty, and said he was a native of Piedrahita. Don Quixote asked the same question of the second, who made no reply, so downcast and melancholy was he; but the first answered for him, and said, "He, sir, goes as a canary, I mean as a musician and a singer." "What!" said Don Quixote, "for being musicians and singers are people sent to the galleys too?" "Yes, sir," answered the galley slave, "for there is nothing worse than singing under suffering." "On the contrary, I have heard say," said Don Quixote, "that he who sings scares away his woes." "Here it is the reverse," said the galley slave; "for he who sings once weeps all his life." "I do not understand it," said Don Quixote; but one of the guards said to him, "Sir, to sing under suffering means with the non sancta fraternity to confess under torture; they put this sinner to the torture and he confessed his crime, which was being a cuatrero, that is a cattle-stealer, and on his confession they sentenced him to six years in the galleys, besides two bundred lashes that he has already had on the back; and he is always dejected and downcast because the other thieves that were left behind and that march here ill-treat, and snub, and jeer, and despise him for confessing and not having spirit enough to say nay; for, say they, 'nay' has no more letters in it than 'yea,' and a culprit is well off when life or death with him depends on his own tongue and not on that of witnesses or evidence; and to my thinking they are not very far out." "And I think so too," answered Don Quixote; then passing on to the third he asked him what he had asked the others, and the man answered very readily and unconcernedly, "I am going for five years to their ladyships the gurapas for the want of ten ducats." "I will give twenty with pleasure to get you out of that trouble," said Don Quixote. "That," said the galley slave, "is like a man having money at sea when he is dying of hunger and has no way of buying what he wants; I say so because if at the right time I had had those twenty ducats that your worship now offers me, I would have greased the notary's pen and freshened up the attorney's wit with them, so that to-day I should be in the middle of the plaza of the Zocodover at Toledo, and not on this road coupled like a greyhound. But God is great; patience- there, that's enough of it." Don Quixote passed on to the fourth, a man of venerable aspect with a white beard falling below his breast, who on hearing himself asked the reason of his being there began to weep without answering a word, but the fifth acted as his tongue and said, "This worthy man is going to the galleys for four years, after having gone the rounds in ceremony and on horseback." "That means," said Sancho Panza, "as I take it, to have been exposed to shame in public." "Just so," replied the galley slave, "and the offence for which they gave him that punishment was having been an ear-broker, nay body-broker; I mean, in short, that this gentleman goes as a pimp, and for having besides a certain touch of the sorcerer about him." "If that touch had not been thrown in," said Don Quixote, "be would not deserve, for mere pimping, to row in the galleys, but rather to command and be admiral of them; for the office of pimp is no ordinary one, being the office of persons of discretion, one very necessary in a well-ordered state, and only to be exercised by persons of good birth; nay, there ought to be an inspector and overseer of them, as in other offices, and recognised number, as with the brokers on change; in this way many of the evils would be avoided which are caused by this office and calling being in the hands of stupid and ignorant people, such as women more or less silly, and pages and jesters of little standing and experience, who on the most urgent occasions, and when ingenuity of contrivance is needed, let the crumbs freeze on the way to their mouths, and know not which is their right hand. I should like to go farther, and give reasons to show that it is advisable to choose those who are to hold so necessary an office in the state, but this is not the fit place for it; some day I will expound the matter to some one able to see to and rectify it; all I say now is, that the additional fact of his being a sorcerer has removed the sorrow it gave me to see these white hairs and this venerable countenance in so painful a position on account of his being a pimp; though I know well there are no sorceries in the world that can move or compel the will as some simple folk fancy, for our will is free, nor is there herb or charm that can force it. All that certain silly women and quacks do is to turn men mad with potions and poisons, pretending that they have power to cause love, for, as I say, it is an impossibility to compel the will." "It is true," said the good old man, "and indeed, sir, as far as the charge of sorcery goes I was not guilty; as to that of being a pimp I cannot deny it; but I never thought I was doing any harm by it, for my only object was that all the world should enjoy itself and live in peace and quiet, without quarrels or troubles; but my good intentions were unavailing to save me from going where I never expect to come back from, with this weight of years upon me and a urinary ailment that never gives me a moment's ease;" and again he fell to weeping as before, and such compassion did Sancho feel for him that he took out a real of four from his bosom and gave it to him in alms. Don Quixote went on and asked another what his crime was, and the man answered with no less but rather much more sprightliness than the last one. "I am here because I carried the joke too far with a couple of cousins of mine, and with a couple of other cousins who were none of mine; in short, I carried the joke so far with them all that it ended in such a complicated increase of kindred that no accountant could make it clear: it was all proved against me, I got no favour, I had no money, I was near having my neck stretched, they sentenced me to the galleys for six years, I accepted my fate, it is the punishment of my fault; I am a young man; let life only last, and with that all will come right. If you, sir, have anything wherewith to help the poor, God will repay it to you in heaven, and we on earth will take care in our petitions to him to pray for the life and health of your worship, that they may be as long and as good as your amiable appearance deserves." This one was in the dress of a student, and one of the guards said he was a great talker and a very elegant Latin scholar. Behind all these there came a man of thirty, a very personable fellow, except that when he looked, his eyes turned in a little one towards the other. He was bound differently from the rest, for he had to his leg a chain so long that it was wound all round his body, and two rings on his neck, one attached to the chain, the other to what they call a "keep-friend" or "friend's foot," from which hung two irons reaching to his waist with two manacles fixed to them in which his hands were secured by a big padlock, so that he could neither raise his hands to his mouth nor lower his head to his hands. Don Quixote asked why this man carried so many more chains than the others. The guard replied that it was because he alone had committed more crimes than all the rest put together, and was so daring and such a villain, that though they marched him in that fashion they did not feel sure of him, but were in dread of his making his escape. "What crimes can he have committed," said Don Quixote, "if they have not deserved a heavier punishment than being sent to the galleys?" "He goes for ten years," replied the guard, "which is the same thing as civil death, and all that need be said is that this good fellow is the famous Gines de Pasamonte, otherwise called Ginesillo de Parapilla." "Gently, senor commissary," said the galley slave at this, "let us have no fixing of names or surnames; my name is Gines, not Ginesillo, and my family name is Pasamonte, not Parapilla as you say; let each one mind his own business, and he will be doing enough." "Speak with less impertinence, master thief of extra measure," replied the commissary, "if you don't want me to make you hold your tongue in spite of your teeth." "It is easy to see," returned the galley slave, "that man goes as God pleases, but some one shall know some day whether I am called Ginesillo de Parapilla or not." "Don't they call you so, you liar?" said the guard. "They do," returned Gines, "but I will make them give over calling me so, or I will be shaved, where, I only say behind my teeth. If you, sir, have anything to give us, give it to us at once, and God speed you, for you are becoming tiresome with all this inquisitiveness about the lives of others; if you want to know about mine, let me tell you I am Gines de Pasamonte, whose life is written by these fingers." "He says true," said the commissary, "for he has himself written his story as grand as you please, and has left the book in the prison in pawn for two hundred reals." "And I mean to take it out of pawn," said Gines, "though it were in for two hundred ducats." "Is it so good?" said Don Quixote. "So good is it," replied Gines, "that a fig for 'Lazarillo de Tormes,' and all of that kind that have been written, or shall be written compared with it: all I will say about it is that it deals with facts, and facts so neat and diverting that no lies could match them." "And how is the book entitled?" asked Don Quixote. "The 'Life of Gines de Pasamonte,'" replied the subject of it. "And is it finished?" asked Don Quixote. "How can it be finished," said the other, "when my life is not yet finished? All that is written is from my birth down to the point when they sent me to the galleys this last time." "Then you have been there before?" said Don Quixote. "In the service of God and the king I have been there for four years before now, and I know by this time what the biscuit and courbash are like," replied Gines; "and it is no great grievance to me to go back to them, for there I shall have time to finish my book; I have still many things left to say, and in the galleys of Spain there is more than enough leisure; though I do not want much for what I have to write, for I have it by heart." "You seem a clever fellow," said Don Quixote. "And an unfortunate one," replied Gines, "for misfortune always persecutes good wit." "It persecutes rogues," said the commissary. "I told you already to go gently, master commissary," said Pasamonte; "their lordships yonder never gave you that staff to ill-treat us wretches here, but to conduct and take us where his majesty orders you; if not, by the life of-never mind-; it may be that some day the stains made in the inn will come out in the scouring; let everyone hold his tongue and behave well and speak better; and now let us march on, for we have had quite enough of this entertainment." The commissary lifted his staff to strike Pasamonte in return for his threats, but Don Quixote came between them, and begged him not to ill-use him, as it was not too much to allow one who had his hands tied to have his tongue a trifle free; and turning to the whole chain of them he said: "From all you have told me, dear brethren, make out clearly that though they have punished you for your faults, the punishments you are about to endure do not give you much pleasure, and that you go to them very much against the grain and against your will, and that perhaps this one's want of courage under torture, that one's want of money, the other's want of advocacy, and lastly the perverted judgment of the judge may have been the cause of your ruin and of your failure to obtain the justice you had on your side. All which presents itself now to my mind, urging, persuading, and even compelling me to demonstrate in your case the purpose for which Heaven sent me into the world and caused me to make profession of the order of chivalry to which I belong, and the vow I took therein to give aid to those in need and under the oppression of the strong. But as I know that it is a mark of prudence not to do by foul means what may be done by fair, I will ask these gentlemen, the guards and commissary, to be so good as to release you and let you go in peace, as there will be no lack of others to serve the king under more favourable circumstances; for it seems to me a hard case to make slaves of those whom God and nature have made free. Moreover, sirs of the guard," added Don Quixote, "these poor fellows have done nothing to you; let each answer for his own sins yonder; there is a God in Heaven who will not forget to punish the wicked or reward the good; and it is not fitting that honest men should be the instruments of punishment to others, they being therein no way concerned. This request I make thus gently and quietly, that, if you comply with it, I may have reason for thanking you; and, if you will not voluntarily, this lance and sword together with the might of my arm shall compel you to comply with it by force." "Nice nonsense!" said the commissary; "a fine piece of pleasantry he has come out with at last! He wants us to let the king's prisoners go, as if we had any authority to release them, or he to order us to do so! Go your way, sir, and good luck to you; put that basin straight that you've got on your head, and don't go looking for three feet on a cat." 'Tis you that are the cat, rat, and rascal," replied Don Quixote, and acting on the word he fell upon him so suddenly that without giving him time to defend himself he brought him to the ground sorely wounded with a lance-thrust; and lucky it was for him that it was the one that had the musket. The other guards stood thunderstruck and amazed at this unexpected event, but recovering presence of mind, those on horseback seized their swords, and those on foot their javelins, and attacked Don Quixote, who was waiting for them with great calmness; and no doubt it would have gone badly with him if the galley slaves, seeing the chance before them of liberating themselves, had not effected it by contriving to break the chain on which they were strung. Such was the confusion, that the guards, now rushing at the galley slaves who were breaking loose, now to attack Don Quixote who was waiting for them, did nothing at all that was of any use. Sancho, on his part, gave a helping hand to release Gines de Pasamonte, who was the first to leap forth upon the plain free and unfettered, and who, attacking the prostrate commissary, took from him his sword and the musket, with which, aiming at one and levelling at another, he, without ever discharging it, drove every one of the guards off the field, for they took to flight, as well to escape Pasamonte's musket, as the showers of stones the now released galley slaves were raining upon them. Sancho was greatly grieved at the affair, because he anticipated that those who had fled would report the matter to the Holy Brotherhood, who at the summons of the alarm-bell would at once sally forth in quest of the offenders; and he said so to his master, and entreated him to leave the place at once, and go into hiding in the sierra that was close by. "That is all very well," said Don Quixote, "but I know what must be done now;" and calling together all the galley slaves, who were now running riot, and had stripped the commissary to the skin, he collected them round him to hear what he had to say, and addressed them as follows: "To be grateful for benefits received is the part of persons of good birth, and one of the sins most offensive to God is ingratitude; I say so because, sirs, ye have already seen by manifest proof the benefit ye have received of me; in return for which I desire, and it is my good pleasure that, laden with that chain which I have taken off your necks, ye at once set out and proceed to the city of El Toboso, and there present yourselves before the lady Dulcinea del Toboso, and say to her that her knight, he of the Rueful Countenance, sends to commend himself to her; and that ye recount to her in full detail all the particulars of this notable adventure, up to the recovery of your longed-for liberty; and this done ye may go where ye will, and good fortune attend you." Gines de Pasamonte made answer for all, saying, "That which you, sir, our deliverer, demand of us, is of all impossibilities the most impossible to comply with, because we cannot go together along the roads, but only singly and separate, and each one his own way, endeavouring to hide ourselves in the bowels of the earth to escape the Holy Brotherhood, which, no doubt, will come out in search of us. What your worship may do, and fairly do, is to change this service and tribute as regards the lady Dulcinea del Toboso for a certain quantity of ave-marias and credos which we will say for your worship's intention, and this is a condition that can be complied with by night as by day, running or resting, in peace or in war; but to imagine that we are going now to return to the flesh-pots of Egypt, I mean to take up our chain and set out for El Toboso, is to imagine that it is now night, though it is not yet ten in the morning, and to ask this of us is like asking pears of the elm tree." "Then by all that's good," said Don Quixote (now stirred to wrath), "Don son of a bitch, Don Ginesillo de Paropillo, or whatever your name is, you will have to go yourself alone, with your tail between your legs and the whole chain on your back." Pasamonte, who was anything but meek (being by this time thoroughly convinced that Don Quixote was not quite right in his head as he had committed such a vagary as to set them free), finding himself abused in this fashion, gave the wink to his companions, and falling back they began to shower stones on Don Quixote at such a rate that he was quite unable to protect himself with his buckler, and poor Rocinante no more heeded the spur than if he had been made of brass. Sancho planted himself behind his ass, and with him sheltered himself from the hailstorm that poured on both of them. Don Quixote was unable to shield himself so well but that more pebbles than I could count struck him full on the body with such force that they brought him to the ground; and the instant he fell the student pounced upon him, snatched the basin from his head, and with it struck three or four blows on his shoulders, and as many more on the ground, knocking it almost to pieces. They then stripped him of a jacket that he wore over his armour, and they would have stripped off his stockings if his greaves had not prevented them. From Sancho they took his coat, leaving him in his shirt-sleeves; and dividing among themselves the remaining spoils of the battle, they went each one his own way, more solicitous about keeping clear of the Holy Brotherhood they dreaded, than about burdening themselves with the chain, or going to present themselves before the lady Dulcinea del Toboso. The ass and Rocinante, Sancho and Don Quixote, were all that were left upon the spot; the ass with drooping head, serious, shaking his ears from time to time as if he thought the storm of stones that assailed them was not yet over; Rocinante stretched beside his master, for he too had been brought to the ground by a stone; Sancho stripped, and trembling with fear of the Holy Brotherhood; and Don Quixote fuming to find himself so served by the very persons for whom he had done so much.




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p.106 #1516 Dr. Israeli Peter Meranski stands just behind right shoulder of Free French leader Charles DeGaulle May 8, 1945 while serving as Army doctor at hospital in France. {F}


web page 106 photo # 1516 Dr. Israeli Peter Meranski stands just behind right shoulder of Free French leader Charles DeGaulle at VE Day parade May 8, 1945 [Victory Europe] while serving as U.S. Army doctor at a hospital in France. Dr. Meranski and two uniformed American officers at left of photo are wearing the medical insignia cadeuceus. A copy of this historic photo of Free French World War II leader Charles De Gaulle honoring American medical officers 1945 in France was given to me early 2002 by my mother's brother's daughter Deborah Meranski Sonnenstrahl, now living in North Potomac Maryland and professor emeritus in art history at Gallaudet University, Washington DC. Her father born November 1903 Hartford Connecticut was a 1921 graduate of Hartford Public High School and a 1925 grad of Trinity College and a 1929 graduate of University of Maryland Medical School in Baltimore, where his future wife Jeannette Goldberg and her parents gave him much assistance --he met her shortly after his arrival September 1925, and married her June 9, 1929 and became a pediatrician in Baltimore. They lost their first two children at young age because of birth defects, but Deborah born 1935 and Daniel born after the war 1951 survive. Dr. Meranski entered the United States Army in 1942 and served first at Fort Benning Georgia and then 1944-5 at a hospital in France, where on one occasion he helped locate his nephew Arthur Meranski, who served in tanks under General George Patton in Normandy, June 1944 and in the rapid breakout that circled through Brittany and then east. Dr. Meranski sent news of Arthur's location and safety to his mother Sadie Meranski in Hartford, CT. In this photo the leader of the Free French and first postwar government of France General Charles de Gaulle [very tall] stands in the center, and Dr. Meranski fairly short] stands at DeGaulle's right and photo left, near DeGaulle's left shoulder. Some chronology - Dr. Meranski seventh Meranski child - youngest son born November 1903. At Hartford Public High School Israel Peter Meranski participated in debating and glee club according to 1921 Year Book, which I saw 1988 in Hartford collection at Hartford Public library. Some materials from Ttinity College library sent by archivist Peter Knapp were stolen in West Roxbury 1993. There was an excellent photo of "Pete" from 1925 or 1926 Yearbook, which I would like to get another copy of - the accompanying letter said "1926" which might be a type as he was class of 1925. In 1950s "Pete" was active in Trinity College alumni in Maryland area.In the spring of 1925 when Sophie was junior faculty in Economics and Sociology, "Pete" escorted one of the Patterson sisters of Detroit to her senior prom at South Hadley, because her fiance was too far away to attend - it gave Pete a change to see the college and his sister. Sophie Barrett attended a dance at University of Maryland Medical School probably 1926 and met Jen Goldberg and her parents and aunt at that time. Sophie also attended the wedding June 9, 1929, twelve days before her own wedding, and in June 1957 Sophie and her husband Jack Barrett had a wonderful visit with her brother and his family at the wedding of Pete and Jen's daughter Debbie to Alfred Sonnenstrahl, then a ship architect, with whom Jack Barrett had enjoyable conversation. This was also a chance for Jack and Sophie to get to know Danny Meranski then seven years old going on eight. Jack Barrett followed the fortunes of the Baltimore Oriole baseball team for more than eleven years following the Baltimore visit. The Barretts also saw the Baltimore family at Albert Geetter's bar mitzvash spring 1948, at David Geetter's Trinity graduation 1955, and David Geetter's marriage 1958 to Joan Trouboff in Brooklyn, and at Thalia Geetter's marriage June 10, 1961 to Michael Price from Brookline, Massachusetts. The Geetter family made possible many wonderful family gatherings of the Meranskis, Pollacks and others over many years. Dr. Meranski developed pancreatic cancer diagnosed June 1962 and died September 1962, about two months prior ro his fifty-ninth birthday. Among Sophie Barrett's stories - the eldest girl in the Meranski family was Esther born October 19, 1894, who was working as an accountant while the younger chldren were in school. Esther bought the family a piano and phonograph records, and was very generous with boxes of chocolate candy - maple walnuts were a favorite. One time Sophie thought 'Pete" was eating apples, and remarked "Be careful where you throw the cores", but Pete was eating some of Esther's chocolates, and answered, "There aren't any cores in these apples." At Hartford Public High School one time around 1919 Pete got an excellent grade for an essay entitled "My old Clothes". In the large Meranski family clothes were often handed down from one brother or sister to a younger one, and Pete at first laughed at his old clothes, but concluded he was nonetheless glad to have them. The text has not been preserved. Then his sister Sophie tried to adapt the idea for English composition at Mount Holyoke, but received only an averagegrade. As a young boy, one time Pete had an ear infection, and his mother tried putting some type of oil on the sore part, until a doctor advised her, with a comical immigrant accent - [or possbily because of dental problems] "I don't want any more hoil in the ear!" It became a family joke, as Pete a number of times imitated the doctor's speech. As the youngest son like the scriptural Benjamin - Pete was held in great affection by his father and mother. Unlike many families in the early twentieth century, it seems the Meranskis managed without corporal punishment, and it was a joke that when their father David Meranski was not-very-seriously trying to maintain harmony, he would sometimes tell Pete, "Get the stick!" - there was no stick, being the point of the story. I hope this story will not be misunderstood, as this was always in good humor and seems worth preserving from Sophie's conversational recollection. -- I should add a few more items - in the memoir text, my mother says when Pete entered the High School 1917, he at first walked to school with her - I think a couple of miles, but "he soon began to walk with the boys" as he made friends. I can add some chronology of family visits - sadly his father David Meranski traveled to Baltimore early March 1933 to see the first baby, - then developed pneumonia and died in Hartford, I believe March 29, 1933 age about 68. The family often circulated round-robin letters and kept as close as possible sharing news. There was a 1939 Thanksgiving get-together at aunt Bertha Pollack's home in Overbrook Pennsylvania near Philadelphia, where my family living in bala Cynwyd and your family from Baltimore got together with the Pollacks.