Tuesday, 26 April 2016

From Kinsale to Skibbereen

I recently spent a few days in County Cork and Tipperary, as a planned trip to see my brother and his family. However, as often happens with plans.....things didn’t quite work out as we thought. My brother is a film editor and goes where the work takes him. It took him to Amsterdam for the week we had planned our Irish trip.

We decided to go anyway, see my sister-in-law and my 2 nephews, and have a couple of days just wandering around, knowing how enjoyable such wandering can be in Ireland.

Seeing the family...even without my lovely brother, was great. It is 4 years since we have seen each other, and surprise surprise....the nephews have grown up !   21 year old Michael has turned into a gorgeous, gentle, interesting young man, about to move to Amsterdam ( where he was born), with his delightful girlfriend Kaylee, for some adventures. 13 year old Thomas has become a polite, sensible, hard working, musically talented teenager. It was lovely to spend some time with them.

We always used to joke about how sitting around sister-in-law Catherine’s kitchen table involved a never ending pot of tea and a revolving kitchen door, through which various brothers/sisters/cousin/neighbours would stream.

No sooner had Mark and I sat down at the kitchen table, with Catherine and the boys and Michael’s girlfriend,  that Catherine’s eldest brother arrived. It was good to see that despite us not being visitors for over 4 years, the open door policy continues.

Anyway, after spending time with family, we wandered off on our own.

We followed the Wild Atlantic route from Kinsale to Skibbereen. It was stunning.

The colours of Kinsale will live with me for years. The early morning sunlight made everything glisten. It was one of those mornings when somethings seems almost too bright to look at.
 We found a lovely cafe for breakfast, drank some fabulous coffee and wandered on.

We had to keep stopping for castles,

 fabulous views across bays,

 incredible bird sightings

 and walks along various beaches.

 We were reminded how long journeys in Ireland take.

 Winding narrow roads, driving behind slow farm vehicles, and stopping frequently to take photos...and just to look, takes its time.

Skibbereen was our target, and we arrived in time for lunch. It was a truly fascinating town.

By the mid 1800s, Skibbereen was quite densely populated, with about 400 people to the square mile. The potato was the staple diet for more than half the population of Ireland, particularly the poor. Apparently, with the addition of buttermilk or fish, it provided all the requirements for a healthy diet, although to do this, it required a man to eat up to 14lbs of potatoes a day !

Anyway....when the potato blight ( phytophthora infestans ) hit.....people died. It was a fungal infection which arrived from north America in the autumn of 1845. It spread rapidly and by 1846 there was a 90% loss of the potato harvest in the Skibbereen area.

In the cold winter of 1846 many thousands died of starvation, some in the totally inadequate work houses, but many, just on the sides of the roads, or hidden away in their tiny mud cottages. There were a few public works schemes that were supposed to provide work, and therefore money, for the poor. Thousands involved in the schemes died as they were so malnourished and sick  that they were unable to earn enough to stay alive.

By 1847, Skibbereen was being referred to as the centre of the famine.

Disease was rife, “famine fever” covered a range of diseases, including typhus, relapsing fever or yellow fever, dysentery, and what became a pandemic of cholera in 1848-9. No one knows how many died. Bodies were piled into mass graves, relatives too weak to bury, mourn or to organise funeral ceremonies, died themselves, and were added to the piles of bodies.

The population of the area covered by the Skibbereen Union fell by 37,000 between the census years 1841 and 1851.

It is thought that at least a million people died in those few years, and within 10 years another 2 million had emigrated. Few from Skibbereen were able to flee though. People in the poorer areas did not have the means to emigrate.

Many of those who were able to escape went to America, but first had to leave Ireland to get to England. Thousands flocked to Liverpool, where most of the trans Atlantic crossings began. The Illustrated London News reported that the treatment of the Irish by Liverpool parish officers was worse than that given to cattle. It is estimated that 100,000 Irish famine migrants died in Britain.

At one stage, famine emigrants who were destitute on arrival in England were classed as vagrants and deported back to Ireland.  Some parishes offered rewards for information leading to the discovery of” illegal immigrants”. Nothing changes !

My great great grandparents, William and Mary Whelan, appear on the 1851 census, in Liverpool. Their birthplace is listed as “ Ireland”, and their eldest child was born in Ireland in the mid 1840s. I don’t know where in Ireland they came from, but they were clearly part of the movement, escaping the famine. Their son, my great grandfather, was born in Birkenhead. His son, was my grandfather, for those of you that know a bit about my family....the bigamist grandfather. 

Our bit of the Whelan family had escaped, and survived. Due to the fact that William and Mary Whelan survived, our family has spread to England, Australia and New Zealand..... and maybe Michael will re settle in Holland, who knows ? Jessie, my daughter, lives in Liverpool, not far from where William and Mary settled and where my grandfather spent part of his youth.

Our trip to Ireland was wonderful. We caught up with family, we visited beautiful places, but the horror of what happened there, not so very long ago was haunting.


  1. The tragedy of Ireland has left it's mark through the years and migrations. You post has made me consider the plight of those poor people trying to make a better life for themselves who are given nowhere to go, but who still dream of safe passage somehow to a better life. I have only been to Ireland once and it was a wonderful and memorable visit. I've often wished for a return trip as it seems to be a place of never-ending discovery. Enjoyed your pictures and post very much, Janice!

    1. LOvely to make contact again ....I'm afraid I have been bad at keeping up with blogs recently. I'm hoping to catch up with things that have been going on in my blogging friends' lives soon !
      My Skibbereen trip certainly made me think about the current plight of refugees, and worry, that we are never likely to get things right.

  2. Hello Janice, so nice to see your blog again. What an interesting trip you had, and you have introduced me to Skibbereen, which must go on my wish list immediately. HB and I also have ancestors who fled the famine and how interesting to go to this place and see the reminders. The scenery is lovely indeed, and I hope we get to follow your tracks in September. And I hope you are doing well, you certainly are looking good :) xx

    1. You must do the Wild Atlantic Way route....it goes on for hundreds of miles, and is completely spectacular. We only did a small fraction of it, having done some of the more northern bits before. Do you know where in Ireland your family came from ?

  3. Not much changes for refugees, does it?
    Is the Skibbereen Eagle still going? It used to warn foreign dignitaries that it had its eye on them...let the mighty tremble!

    1. No...depressing stuff isnt it...nothing changes. As for the Skibbereen Eagle.....It closed down in 1929...replaced locally by the Southern Star, which took a much more nationalist view of the world than the Eagle, which despite its fame for keeping its eye on things, was seen as supporting British imperialism, pro unionism and the Protestant landowners.
      I have come across a couple of references to an on line version of the Eagle.....but have not tracked it down. Jx

  4. How interesting, thank you for sharing. xcx

  5. Now it's my turn to apologise! I read this wonderful post when you shared it on Facebook - as always, so well written, so informative and full of your pleasure and involvement in life and history. I wanted to comment but as I was on my phone and it has an annoying habit of duplicating comments on blogs, I thought I'd wait til one of the offspring happened to raise themselves from the PC and give me a chance to comment properly. I think I must have waited well over a week! I am still following everything you write and share. And be assured that we are all settled back into the usual chaotic routine and apart from the anxiety of not knowing of whether Mateo can get enough points to enter University this year - but if he doesn't, he will do for next year - we're all rather well just now!
    Can't wait to give you that hug in the autumn. Logic says this is some distance in the future but experience tells me that it will happen much sooner than I expect!! Here's to a wonderful summer both in France, Spain and the UK.

    1. You said it Annie.... autumn seems a long way away right now, but we both know how quickly the summer dashes by. I cant believe I've been back in Yorkshire for 6 months and now its just 10 days before we head back to France. What is brilliant about this next 6 months is that I dont have to come back to the UK for 4 monthly check ups at the hospital anymore. ....its only every 6 months now. That feels like freedom ! Hugs xxxxx

  6. Sorry to be so late in reading your post - I'm always amazed by your family history research .

    1. No need for apologies. I know I'm really bad at keeping up with blogs that I used to read all the time... I find I have a backlog...and then end up missing some really important ones ! Hope all is well with you. jx

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