Monday 8 July 2013

A Trip to Kilmore and Drumsna (part 1)

Here is an updated trip report from 2011 about our search for the origins of our O'Carroll line.


Drumsna is in Co. Leitrim,
Kilmore & Dangan, Co. Roscommon
(click for  Google map)
On 20 June 2011, Dad, his cousin Adrienne, and I paid a visit to the ancestral home of the Dockery’s and the O’Carroll’s.

Family lore has it that Joseph O'Carroll was born (about 1840) in Drumsna,  Co. Leitrim - a picturesque village on the banks of the Shannon, and the inspiration for Anthony Trollope's novel "The McDermotts of Ballycloran". Trollope worked there in the Post office in 1843.

Just across the border in Co. Roscommon is the small village of Kilmore, where Maria Joan Dockery was living prior to her marriage to Joseph O'Carroll in 1867. They were married in the Roman Catholic Chapel at Dangan, about half a mile from Kilmore.  The two villages are separated by the slow moving Shannon river as it meanders along the upper portions of its course. Kilmore is just a 2 hour jaunt from Dublin on the N4 and we arrived at about 3.30 in the afternoon.

Rev Edward Keough
Our first stop was St Brigid’s RC Chapel at Dangan. The church was built in 1842 by the Reverend Edward Keough, parish priest of Kilmore, who was the officiating priest at the marriage of Joseph O’Carroll and Maria Joan Dockery (according to their 1867 marriage cert).

Drumsna (blue marker),
Dangan (pink) & Kilmore (green)
(click here for Google map)
It also houses the stained glass window that James J Kerrigan describes in his reminiscences, written in 1943 and addressed to his children. In the extract below, GMK & GFK are GrandMother Kerrigan & GrandFather Kerrigan - the latter being James Patrick Kerrigan 1858-1936), the former Margaret Mary ("Doatie") O'Carroll (1870-1928):
“There is a beautiful stained glass window in the church donated by G.M.K & G.F.K in memory of your paternal great grandmother Maria O’Carroll, nee Dockery. I am unable to be sure of my spelling but it sounds like Daugnion where the church is located just before you come into Kilmore approaching from Drumsna.”
In fact, according to the inscription, the window was erected by GMK, not GFK. The window was designed and executed by Joshua Clarke (d1921), father of Harry Clarke (a leading figure in the Irish Arts and Crafts Movement). His address is at the bottom of the cartoon (33 Nth Frederick St, Dublin).

We think the window shows the celebration of a mass by Saint Nicholas of Tolentino, an Augustinian Friar who ministered to the people of Tolentino (near the east coast of central Italy) during a time of prolonged civil strife. He quietly performed miracles and had a great devotion to the recently deceased, frequently having visions of Purgatory. This earned him the designation, the Patron of Holy Souls. 

The window shows a priest at mass (with the typical tonsure of a monk) holding the Blessed Eucharist (as distinct from Saint Nicholas Bread). An Augustinian Friar (presumably) kneels at the foot of the altar and prays with rosary beads. In the background, souls in Purgatory are being rescued by angels who then carry them into heaven. Apparently, people who commissioned works such as these would occasionally be incorporated into the picture. So one of the faces in the background might be that of Margaret Mary O'Carroll.

Cartoon of the design
The window in Dangan RC Chapel
Detail including inscription










Interestingly the inscription at the base of the window differs slightly from that in the cartoon of the window, presumably the template from which the later window was executed. Another unusual feature of the inscription is the absence of any mention of Margaret Mary's father, Joseph O'Carroll. It only mentions her mother. This is rather odd and could suggest that there was a falling out between the children and their father. Did he abandon the family? Why is the mother mentioned but not the father? This is the subject of much ongoing speculation.

St Brigid's RC Chapel, Dangan
Across the road from the church, we popped into Flynn’s grocery store and as luck would have it, we bumped into a lady called Ann James [1] (nee Murray McDermott), and we chatted to her and Mr Flynn about our quest for O’Carroll’s, Dockery’s and Simpson’s. We gleaned several pieces of useful information from this encounter. Apparently, most of the Catholic residents of Kilmore would have been buried in the Church of Ireland graveyard as it had been consecrated for Catholics. Furthermore, we were told that the Dockery family might be more concentrated toward Aughrim way.

Church of Ireland church, Kilmore
We next drove down the road to Kilmore and visited the C of I church and graveyard on the far side of the village, in search of clues to the burial of Joseph O'Carroll and Maria Joan Dockery. The graveyard is quite well kept and there are some very old headstones, including one from 1760. There were some Carroll’s (which apparently is quite a common name in these parts) and some Dougherty’s, but no sign of any Dockery’s, Simpson’s or O’Carroll’s. Did our branch of the family change their name from Carroll to O’Carroll? In which case, are we related to the Carroll’s of Kilmore? A good example of how DNA-testing might help.

We asked some people at the graveyard if there was a register, and were told there was and that Billy Notley was in charge of it. We drove down the road, found his house, unfortunately disturbed him at his tea, but he was kind enough to pull out the book. The register only started in 1946 so this was a dead end. There is some suggestion that the C of I minister/rector might have some further information about who was buried in the graveyard so this remains an avenue of future research. The registries of births and marriages would also be worth looking at. But where are these? In addition, Billy mentioned that the Carroll’s and the Shanley’s were related (James Patrick Kerrigan's mother was a Bridget Shanley, and her brothers became successful restauranteurs in New York).

So we still don’t know where Joseph O’Carroll and Maria Joan/Jane are buried. Presumably, Maria Joan was buried with her husband.[2] Or alternatively in the Dockery family plot, wherever that might be. Five of their children died relatively young (aged 1-28 years old) and are buried in the same grave in Glasnevin cemetery in Dublin (St Bridget’s section, plot VH 237). From the stained-glass window, and a newspaper notice, we know that Maria Joan died on Dec 27th, 1897 but we have no knowledge of her burial. We suspect that Joseph died some time in the mid-1880’s but have never found his death certificate or any newspaper reports of his demise.[2] And there is still the mystery around why he was apparently visiting San Francisco in 1883. But neither Joseph nor Maria Joan are buried with their children. And as yet we have found no evidence that they were buried in Kilmore.

Burial registry entries for the 5 O'Carroll children buried in Glasnevin cemetery, Dublin



Maurice John Gleeson
June 2011



[1] Ann originally came from Kilmore and has recently returned there. She was a nurse in Leicester for many years. Her husband Ken James played rugby for Seapoint (there is an annual game played in his name). She is a member of the Roscommon Historical Society.
[2] Feb 2021: we found out a few years ago that Joseph died in San Francisco in 1895, a year after his brother James died there. Thet also had a sister Bedelia. I created a YouTube video about their story entitled "The Strange Case of the Wealthy Bachelor Capitalist" - see the video here.

Friday 5 July 2013

Martin M. Gleeson of Stratford-on-Slaney – Educator, Politician, Athlete, Patriot.


In 2003, my Dad (Maurice Hugh Gleeson) wrote this account of his grandfather. The diaries mentioned are from 1888 and 1890 and are still in Dad's possession in Dublin.
Maurice John Gleeson, July 2013

My grandfather, Martin Gleeson, was born in Shallee.  Shallee is small, not even a village, just a townland, in the parish of Killoscully and Ballinahinch, about 12 miles from Nenagh, Co Tipperary. It lies on the slopes of the Silvermines Mountains in the shadow of Keeper Hill. Apart from being the birthplace of grandfather its main claim to fame is that it is one of Europe’s oldest mining sites. In 1848 the Mining Company of Ireland were mining there, extracting lead and zinc and small amounts of silver. In Griffiths Valuation of 1848 (a well-known survey of land ownership) this Company is shown to have been the owner of 26 acres, 3 perches, and 6 roods of land. The rest of the townland was devoted to farming, the land being divided into numerous holdings ranging in size from 225 acres down to 2 acres. The larger holdings were often divided and let to sub-tenants. The names Gleeson and Ryan are conspicuous among listings of the owners and lessees.

Martin M Gleeson c1895


It was in this rather lonely part of the county that John and Anne Gleeson (Anne’s maiden name was also Gleeson) had their home. We can suppose that they had been born in the early 1840’s and that as children they would have lived through the famine years of 1845 to 1848. The records of their children’s births show that John had worked as a farm labourer.

Their first child, Martin, was born on Tuesday, July 3, 1866. Only two days later the infant was baptized in Ballina, a town on the Tipperary side of the Shannon and a sister town to Killaloe on Shannon’s West bank. In those times when infant mortality was higher than now, such a prompt Baptism would not have been unusual. It may have been that John or Anne had supportive relatives in Ballina and this may have encouraged them to undertake the journey of 15 miles with their new infant.  A few days later (Wed, 18 July 1866) his aunt Winifred Gleeson formally registered the infant’s birth. Sadly it must be recorded that Aunt Winifred did not sign her name to the document but instead inscribed “her mark”. [A similar situation arose several years later, in 1877, when John Gleeson came to register the birth of his own daughter, also Winifred, and had to place his “mark” rather than his signature to the record]. [MJG: the X mark was required on all certificates and was not necessarily a sign of illiteracy. However, they probably were illiterate. In the 1901 census, Anne Gleeson is described as being able to read but not write]. 

During the next few years John and Anne’s family was increased by the arrivals of Timothy, Nora, Winifred, Paddy and Mary.  Except in the cases of Martin and Winifred (Feb 9, 1877) their exact Dates of Birth are not known. [MJG: we now know the birth dates of all the children except Paddy] All five of these younger siblings eventually emigrated, Timothy and Winifred to Australia; Nora, Paddy and Mary to the U.S.A.

As he grew up during the 1880’s young Martin developed a great interest in sports of all kinds, excelling especially in weight lifting and throwing, and in Gaelic Sports, both football and hurling. He was enthusiastic enough to be in frequent correspondence with the Editors of  “Sport”, a newspaper devoted to sporting activities.  The formation of the Gaelic Athletic Association (see note below) in 1884 provided him with a focus both for his energies and also for his patriotic ideals, so that in 1885, at the age of nineteen, he was instrumental in the formation of the Killoscully Hurling Club. He was proud of his athletic achievements as may be seen from his diaries that follow.

In spite of the apparent illiteracy of his Father and Aunt, Martin seems to have studied well and in 1888 he was acting as a teacher in Ballinahinch National School near Newport on the other side of the mountain. He had been substituting for a Mr. Herbert who was “away on training”. Of course all substitutions come to an end and with the impending return of Mr. Herbert, Martin applied for and obtained a post as assistant teacher in Baltinglass National School, which was under the management of Rev. A. Wall, the Parish Priest. In his letter of application Martin gave the name of his friend, Mr. Mallen (of Grange Con), as a reference. The friendship with Mallen lasted throughout his lifetime and indeed continued into the following generation between their respective sets of sons who became boarding students in Rockwell College, Cashel, Co. Tipperary.

Martin arrived in Baltinglass on June 2nd, 1888 to take up his new position. He immediately threw himself into his work (and social activities) and continued to exercise his prowess as a weight thrower. Fortunately he kept a diary of this important first year in Baltinglass. This diary is quite a small one, measuring only 4½” x 3” so that the writing is correspondingly cramped and the sentences incomplete. However, the diary has been transcribed and can be found in the latter part of this memoir. His enthusiasm for native sports remained undiminished and during that first year in West Wicklow he joined the Baltinglass (Maurice Davins) Football Club and “played with them until the club broke up”.

His efforts as a teacher seem to have found favour with his School Manager, Fr. A Wall, because within 18 months in Baltinglass he was appointed to the position of Principal at the National School at Stratford-on-Slaney; a small village with less then 400 inhabitants about seven miles from Baltinglass. This school was also under the management of Fr. Wall. His work in Stratford commenced on 1st Jan 1890.  It is interesting to find that he had received no formal training in teaching until 1892 when, as Principal, he undertook a one-year course in St. Patrick’s Training College in Drumcondra, Dublin.

His two diaries, the second of which was written after his transfer to Stratford, show that he had a serious turn of mind with an interest in both the philosophical and practical aspects of his profession. These diaries also show his over-riding interest in sports of all kinds, but especially in Gaelic football and hurling. His competitive temperament is clearly shown. However he did not neglect other aspects of life and he notes his attendance at various social events and dances and the ladies whom he met at them. He was obviously of a romantic disposition (but at age 24 weren’t we all!). Amongst the press cuttings that are included in his diary are numerous entries of poetry and doggerel. Those lines dealt mainly with “love”, and “friendship” and had been submitted for publication to the Students Column of the “Irish Emerald” under the pseudonym of “Old Jeff”. Was “Old Jeff” really our young Martin? Yes! I think so!


In his diaries he makes several references to measuring fields and calculating their areas for various farmers, who might have needed the results for the purposes of sales or lettings. In those days this task seems to have been a normal duty for the local schoolteacher as one who could be trusted to do the necessary measurements and calculations in an accurate and impartial manner. This aspect of his work seems to have continued throughout the years. As late as October 1934 he refers to it in a letter to his son Jack.

In 1891 we find that he had become Hon. Secretary to the Tullow Teachers Association and in that capacity he was writing to Government Departments and to the newspapers about the various issues that were concerning teachers at the time, e.g. the need for legislation to enforce compulsory attendance at school; the fact that pupils (or their parents) had to pay towards their tuition; teachers pensions, etc. It was probably through this organization that he met his future bride, Mary Walsh, who was a teacher in Ballyconnell National School, near Tullow, Co. Carlow. Martin’s work with this organization may also have sparked off his later interest and involvement in politics, 

His interest in Sports and Athletics continued in spite of his extra responsibilities and he took part in, and organized, several Athletic meetings and in 1896 he founded the Stratford-on-Slaney Football Club.

The diary of Martin M Gleeson (Aug to Nov 1890)

In his diaries Martin makes few references to his mother or to his siblings. His father is not mentioned at all so it is probable that John Gleeson had died prior to 1888, [MJG: we now have a death record from 1885] leaving a young family (the youngest, Mary, would have been an infant in arms when Martin first came to Baltinglass). The presumed early death of his father seems to have thrown Martin into the role of “head of family” and as such he undertook the care of some of his younger siblings. We find that in 1890 his youngest brother, Paddy, was lodging with him in Rathbran (near Stratford) and eventually acted as godfather to Martin’s firstborn, Jack, in 1898. His sister Mary also stayed with him in Stratford and appears on the 1901 Census Form as a member of the household. His earlier diary of 1888 also notes that he sent 10 shillings to his brother Timothy (a contribution to Timothy’s fare to Australia?). In 1900 his brother Paddy emigrated to the USA at the age of 20 accompanied by his sister Nora who was already resident in America. In the Passenger manifest Nora’s age is given as 25. By that time Winifred and Timothy had probably made their journeys to Australia. Family lore has suggested that the family went through some turmoil following their mother’s re-marriage to Ryan (Christian name unknown) [MJG: Patrick Ryan, per 1901 census and 1895 marriage record] and this seems to be confirmed by the unsettled residences of the two younger members of the family.

The courtship of Martin and Mary continued through 1896 and included the exchange of many cheerful and affectionate letters, those of Mary having survived. In these she addresses Martin (perhaps ironically) as “Mr. Gleeson”. On Thursday, Jan 7th, 1897 Martin and Mary Walshe were married in Ballyconnell Church  (in the District of Hacketstown in the Union of Shillelagh) with Lucy Walshe (later Goggin) as bridesmaid and his longtime friend and colleague Patrick Browner as best man (Mary had previously worked “as Literary Teacher in charge of children in Industrial School for nearly two years” at the Convent of Mercy in Clonakilty, Co Cork, and had come to Ballyconnell NS about 1892).

After a respectable interval their first child, John (Jack), arrived on June 18th 1898 to be followed by Anne (Ciss), Martin (Steve) and Lucy (Baby).

By 1901 they had moved into the house at the Stratford-on-Slaney crossroads just opposite his National School and the R.I.C. Barracks. This house came with land – i.e. an orchard at the rear, a farmyard containing a cowshed, a hay barn and a stable, and a field of some three acres which was used as a paddock for the pony that pulled the trap, as well as for grazing cattle. The house was double-fronted and according to my childhood memory the entrance hallway was flanked at one side by the parlour and at the other side by the dining room. The house had a large kitchen with a larder or storeroom at the back.. Upstairs were 5 bedrooms, one of which was later converted to a bathroom in the mid 1930’s. At the front of the house was a conservatory that Martin used as an office and to hold his large library. At the rear of the house was a dairy where the milk of four dairy cattle was churned into butter. By the purchase of the house and the land he had now become a farmer and landowner. This was a big “come-up-in-the world” for one who had started life as the son of a farm labourer and it must have given him immense satisfaction and pride.

In the early 1900’s Martin would have enjoyed the social status of being school principal, while Mary was the Principal of the girl’s School. As well as being a District County Councilor  (he was elected a DCC in 1912) he also became a Peace Commissioner and was (in todays jargon) a “mover and shaker” for the local community. Amongst his many interests was the development of the Irish language and among the newspaper clippings are reports of Gaelic concerts that he organized in both Baltinglass and Stratford.

He was a stalwart supporter of his Church, and I remember attending Mass with him in Stratford Church (this was in the mid 1930’s). It must have been shortly after Easter because the names of people who had contributed Easter dues were read out together with the amount of each individual contribution. At £3-00, Martin’s name topped the list jointly with that of Tom Wade, a prosperous farmer who lived across the road in Stratford Village. (And yes! You have read it right, the names and amounts of dues were individually read out from the pulpit).

Ireland in the years 1910 to 1922 was a troubled country in a political ferment. A Home Rule Bill had been passed, and then held in abeyance when the 1914/18 War intervened. Many Irishmen enlisted in the British Army in the belief that they were fighting “for the rights of small nations” (including their own). Then came the Rebellion of Easter 1916 and the War of Independence which finished in 1922. Martin has left no written record of his political views of this time, but the records show that he was acquainted with Arthur Griffith, the leader of Sinn Fein, and that he had supported the Treaty of 1922. In spite of the turmoil the education of his children had continued and all of his family had been sent, as boarders, to Secondary Schools: the boys to Rockwell College and the girls to Tullow. A County Council scholarship enabled his eldest son, Jack to go to UCD where he gained a degree in Civil Engineering. Jack’s brother, also Martin (nick-named “Steve”) and his sisters trained as Primary School Teachers.

After the formation of the Irish Free State Martin continued to be active in local politics. One of his initiatives in 1924 was to influence, the Land Commission to acquire the Lord’s Wood, near Baltinglass, for division into allotments for people in the town. In this matter he acted in partnership with a Mr. Byrne TD. Although the purpose of the Land Commission was to provide land for agriculture and small-holders, this particular piece of land finished up as the site for Baltinglass Golf Club, somewhat to the annoyance of the local Baltinglass population and, possibly, to the dismay of Martin himself. He remained a Councilor until at least 1936 and maybe even later.

In July 1932, after thirty-five years of marriage, his wife Mary died. She is buried in Baltinglass Cemetery in the part known locally as Teachers Row. She died of cancer but knowing that she was about to die she had nevertheless insisted to her daughters, Ciss and Lucy, that they should not delay their forthcoming marriages. The two marriages were therefore celebrated as previously planned within four weeks of her death. What a pity that she did not live long enough to see her daughters’ marriages!

 Martin survived her by eight years into a mellow old age and my childhood memories of him date from this time. Some memories stand out. On one occasion he took me to the orchard behind the house, pointed out an apple tree and said that it was mine. I’m not sure if I ever had any fruit from it, but what an original and nice present for a ten-year-old!

On another occasion my brother Gerard and I were given the task of cleaning some tiles that were about to be laid on the new conservatory floor. Granddad gave us a six-penny piece each. I immediately protested on the grounds that I had cleaned many more tiles than my younger brother. I was immediately led to the kitchen where he opened a drawer in the table and took from it a number of pennies, which he pressed into my willing hand.  It is interesting to recall that the tiling of the conservatory floor was part of a bigger project involving the construction of an indoor toilet and bathroom. Up to then, the toilet facility was primitive, being a noisome* hut in the back yard and a place to be avoided except in case of dire need. When the work was finished Lucy and Dick Barron moved from Baltinglass and took up residence in Stratford as company and care for the old man.

I remember him as a kind, tolerant and loving grandfather, very interested in the progress (scholastic and otherwise) of all of his grandchildren. He died on Saturday, Jan 13 1940, and quoting one of the newspaper obituaries having had a “brilliant and well-spent life”. He is buried in Baltinglass Cemetery beside his wife and his granddaughter Anne Marie Gleeson, my sister, who died in 1939, aged 4.

Martin M Gleeson c1930



Maurice Gleeson 


10 Nov 2003


*noisome, very smelly indeed