Miss Nellie Blanch was about 13 years old in this 1900 photo. According to her daughter Bernice Roberts, Nellie's hair was a beautiful strawberry blond. There were 10 children born to her parents and Nellie was number 7 in line.
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A wee bit larger than a babbling brook
The coat of arms of Murphy of Muskerry (Cork / Kerry). This sept is said to be a branch of the Wexford sept, descended from Felim, a younger son of Eanna Cinsealach, progenitor of the Kinsella sept.
The Rapids ~ Skibbereen in West Cork
Lough was a freshwater lake up to 4000 years ago
A gathering place for the photos, stories, genealogies of this amazing Murphy family.
The Immigration of Murphy's With A Dream; the ancestors of Nellie Blanch Murphy
Were they pushed or were they pulled from their lush and lovely Skibbereen?
It starts with 4 Irish brothers that immigrated to America. Don't most stories start with 3 or more Irish brothers? This is more than a story, it is a legacy. Joshua Murphy (O'Morchoe) and his wife Suzanna Porterfield came to the land of promise with their sons, Francis, John, and James from Skibbereen of County Cork, Ireland. Little Zacarhi passed away during the journey, with Susanna painfully giving her son to the foaming ocean grave. This is a story of courage, ingenuity and good ole' Irish grit.
Old Skibbereen by Patrick Carpenter
- O, father dear I often hear you speak of Erin's Isle
- Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild
- They say it is a lovely land wherein a prince might dwell
- So why did you abandon it, the reason to me tell
- My son, I loved my native land with energy and pride
- Till a blight came over all my crops and my sheep and cattle died
- The rents and taxes were to pay and I could not them redeem
- And that's the cruel reason why I left old Skibbereen
- 'Tis well I do remember that bleak November (/December) day
- When the bailiff and the landlord came to drive us all away
- They set the roof on fire with their cursed English spleen
- And that's another reason why I left old Skibbereen
- Your mother, too, God rest her soul, lay on the snowy ground
- She fainted in her anguishing seeing the desolation round
- She never rose, but passed away from life to immortal dreams
- And that's another reason why I left old Skibbereen
- Then sadly I recall the days of gloomy forty-eight.
- I rose in vengeance with the boys to battle again' fate.
- We were hunted through the mountains as traitors to the queen,
- And that, my boy, is the reason why I left old Skibbereen.
- Oh you were only two years old and feeble was your frame
- I could not leave you with my friends for you bore your father's name
- So I wrapped you in my cóta mór at the dead of night unseen
- And I heaved a sigh and I said goodbye to dear old Skibereen
- well father dear, the day will come when on vengeance we will call
- And Irishmen both stout and tall will rally unto the call
- I'll be the man to lead the van beneath the flag of green
- And loud and high we'll raise the cry, "Revenge for Skibbereen!"
Old Weir Bridge
A wee bit larger than a babbling brook
Murphy Coat of Arms
The coat of arms of Murphy of Muskerry (Cork / Kerry). This sept is said to be a branch of the Wexford sept, descended from Felim, a younger son of Eanna Cinsealach, progenitor of the Kinsella sept.
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Lough Hyne
The Rapids ~ Skibbereen in West Cork
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Lough Hyne
Lough was a freshwater lake up to 4000 years ago
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