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No 1: New Cork, New Cork

I won an award! (Thank you, May. Your encouragement really means a lot to me).

I am shaking my memory vigorously, like a child with a piggy-bank, to see what could possibly be in there that might be of any interest. Seven things seems ambitious, but we'll see.

Oh, here's a thing, though it's not really about me, as such:

Grandmother
[How I imagine her].

1. My great-great-great-great grandmother was Lithuanian. As far as we know, she arrived here around 1880, presumably fleeing the pogroms, (she was Jewish). I could never quite understand why someone would choose this country above richer, more cosmopolitan places. Lack of choice maybe? But how desperate do you have to be to emigrate to a country that was recovering from a devastating famine only 35 years before?


And then I found a possible answer on the internet:
The refugees, the story has it, were dropped off in Cork at night, by unscrupulous boatmen, who told them that they had reached New York.

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Oh dear. I went on a bit. Tell you what, I'll stagger these, the better for your head not exploding. No 2 coming soon.

Comments

Valery

o dear, seems that times hardly change in this respect...
Good on you for internetting it.

areyoukiddingme?

Nice...

That's a great story, though, as long as you're not the one who had to live it.

QoB

that is amazing. Have you ever been to the Jewish Museum in Dublin?

Every time I get the bus down Harrington St. I say to myself, 'must go there...'.

Womb For Improvement

That made me feel really sad for your g-g-g-g grandmother. I hope the wrong turn turned out for the best!

Twangypearl

QoB, that never occurred to me. Sounds really interesting. Must make a point to go.
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It's such a sad story. But I like to think it worked out for the best - she stuck around, got married, had children. I hope she was happy. Had to be better than Tsarist Russia.

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