Family traditions

Julia and Edward Deane 1955 My great-grandparents, Julia and Edward Deane, ca. 1955.

In my previous blog post, I wrote about my Irish great-grandparents raising their children in Holyoke, Massachusetts. Yet as I began sorting through my genealogical research in preparation for NEHGS’ upcoming Irish Family History Day on March 6, I began to think more about their decision to leave Ireland in the first place.

My Nana’s parents, Julia and Edward Deane, left their home in the village of Geesala in County Mayo for America in 1909, when they were 28 and 31 years old. Julia would often recall her difficult journey across the Atlantic, plagued by terrible sea-sickness, travelling on the Titanic as she used to say. “Mama, it was the Teutonic! The Titanic sank!” my Nana used to correct her.

According to the ship manifest, they arrived on Ellis Island with just $10 in their pockets and an address for Edward’s brother, Frank Deane, in Holyoke. Julia would later tell her children that once their ship had docked after the long and difficult crossing, she swore she could never endure another transatlantic crossing. The Deanes settled in a small tenement in Holyoke, where they would have eight children (five of whom survived into adulthood) and spend the remainder of their lives until their deaths in the late 1960s.

Like many immigrants, Julia remained torn between a longing for her homeland and the new life she had built with her husband in America. My Nana often heard her crying when she thought of her parents and the siblings she had left behind in Ireland, especially when she received the letter reporting her father's death. My mother recalls that when they vacationed at Misquamicut Beach in Rhode Island with her grandparents in the 1950s, Julia would look out at the ocean and point to Block Island, saying “Ireland is just across this ocean. I like to look out and pretend that that’s it there, not too far away.” Yet, while they would both often have this sadness and homesickness, they felt that they had no choice but to leave. “If you saw where I came from,” Edward used to say to his children, “you would understand.” As Julia had sensed when she set foot on Ellis Island on a June day in 1909, they would never again return to Ireland or see the family they left behind.

Nana in Ireland 1973 My Nana (right) in front of her mother’s home in Ireland in 1973, with her Irish cousins.

In 1973, however, less than five years after her parents died, and decades after they had emigrated, my Nana flew across the Atlantic to Ireland. She wrote to her relatives who had remained in Geesala all those years, and visited the very house that her mother had grown up in, still occupied by members of the family. It was a small, thatched cottage with no plumbing and a dirt floor, located on a remote farm with chickens running about the yard. My Nana often said that she was struck by a sense of feeling at home in this village her parents grew up in, as well as a realization of how different her own life would have been had they stayed there. While her cousins grew up in this small cottage farming the land, she was able to attend night school in Holyoke, become a manager of a store, own her own home with her husband, and send many of her eleven children to college.

As anyone with an interest in genealogy knows, this pull to an ancestor’s country of origin, and the appreciation of how immigration affected so many lives, persists in each new generation. Over a hundred years after my great-grandparents boarded the Teutonic, there is no question that my family is now thoroughly American. Yet despite the years, and the changes that have come to pass, many tales and traditions that my great-grandparents brought with them from Ireland remain in my family.

An old story about a man falling in love with a mermaid is known to everyone by heart, each New Year the “man of the house” is the first to walk through the door according to custom, and almost every family gathering features an old Irish tune played on an uncle’s fiddle or a jig danced by the aunts and cousins. When I recently took my own trip to Ireland, I found that there were even more traits and subtleties that were passed through the generations: a glimpse of my father’s wit in someone’s joke or story, a reminder of my grandmother’s hospitality as a woman greeted me with a hug and an offer for tea, or a turn of the head as I saw my mother’s face on a passing stranger on the street.

As I continue in my research, I hope to learn more about the lives that my great-grandparents left behind when they immigrated to the U.S., and to uncover further connections to Ireland that have been passed down through the generations. If you are interested in discovering more about your Irish heritage, I invite you to join NEHGS and the Ulster Historical Foundation for Irish Family History Day in Boston on March 6. I hope to see you there!

Kathleen Mackenzie

About Kathleen Mackenzie

Kathleen leads the Member Services team in growing the NEHGS constituency and oversees daily operations for membership communications, gift processing, and reporting. Kathleen joined the NEHGS staff in 2014 and has led the Member Services team since February 2018. Kathleen previously worked at Boston Ballet, and interned at Historic Northampton and the Skinner museum of Mount Holyoke. She graduated from the University of Massachusetts Amherst with a BA in History, and is currently earning her Master’s in Library and Information Science from Simmons College.View all posts by Kathleen Mackenzie