My 3rd great grandmother on my mother’s side.
Mary, called Mamie, was born on Feb 19, 1812 in Leixpix, County Kildare, Ireland to Will McNally c. 1785 and Margaret Mary Kelly c. 1785. She and her husband, John C. Tyrrell Immigrated in 1848 with their children.
John was born in Ireland, probably Kildare due to his parents, Patrick and Jane both living there. He marries Mary McNally on Jul 1, 1833 Maynooth, County Kildare, Ireland. They immigrated to America in 1848. John and his wife, Mary lived in Paterson, New Jersey. John served as a Union Soldier in the American Civil War April 12, 1861 – May 26, 1865.
John C. Tyrrell and Mary McNally were my 3rd great grandparents on my mother’s side. ~JD
Warnings: When on paid genealogy sites try to pay monthly. Many do not offer it that way. Usually it’s a yearly subscription but look and see. I say this having found that their help or support on a few of these sites can be non-existent.
I found this problem mostly with the DNA management areas. Trying to set up my brother’s DNA on my account was a nightmare. In the end my brother and I had to just stop trying and accept the loss of money we paid. It seems to me they just wanted him to pay the full amount on an account of his own instead of letting me manage his DNA on mine.
These sites also can spit back what you’ve already put in on your tree in the form of hints. If you are on more than one site like I am, free and paid, they may find your information on another genealogy site send it to you on their site in a hint.
DNA is still relatively new and research into finding your past still has some flaws I think. For instead, the percentage amounts for the countries your ancestors came from change with every new country tested even if your ancestors had not lived in them. I think DNA science might take some time yet to develop in this field and in the meantime this seems to be a money maker for this industry.
Just my thoughts. ~JAN
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| Ike as Santa about 1960 Prospect Park |
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| Ike Grad-Eastside High School |
We lived in Prospect Park New Jersey, a small community for some time that was adjacent to of Paterson new jersey, for about 7 years. It was a Dutch community at the time and we were supposedly Irish so we thought, and weren't really accepted there. Though now we know we had as much as they did. My mother would get hang up phone calls in calls calling her names. She always suspected The neighbors but I suspected it was my father's mother's friend old friend. There was a small grocery store and butcher shop in the '50s and '60s on our block in prospect Park and my mother had an account there she would pay it weekly.
One day Ike, age 5 or 6, not knowing you had to pay for things in store went into the corner store and told a candy bar and went on his very way. The man called my mother and she said, sorry, just put it on our bill, thank you.Years later and after his parents died, his dad in June 1970 and his mom a year and a half later, Ike was orphaned at age 17 and lived in the YMCA, then with his closest friend, Tom G and his family.
Ike went into the Navy. There was some high jinks with some friends one day and the police got involved and instead of going to jail the police drove him to the recruiting station where he enlisted in the Navy. He much of his time on the USS Lyndsay McCormick (a battle ship) for about 4 years. After he got out, for a time he live with me, sometimes with Tom's family and sometime with his young brother and his wife in New York. He worked fixing cameras and as a letter carrier in the Post Office, Paterson, NJ. He along with Tom and his wife, Elaine, bought a house on 8th Street in Paterson. Ike finally received his college degree in history and Post Office a Postmaster. After his death, the family learned he would have gotten that promotion.
I was working full-time and living next door to my mother-in-law during this time. I wouldn't have lived there if I could have afford it somewhere else but it was a cheap place to live because it was lower middle class area. My husband, Bud, a childhood name, as he was call was living in Pennsylvania with his aunt Lena, his mother's sister, while he interned at Temple University to be a nuclear medical technologist. I always wanted to play the piano and Ike knew this and he wrote me a letter and said he was sending money for me to buy a piano.
Ike, and his friends Tom and Elaine had bought 2 houses together. One was on 8th Street Paterson.
Fortunately the property wasn't worth much with the house in less than livable condition. Heart disease in my family. Our Dad died at 49, and Ike died at 35 from a heart attack. We all care about Ike and he would tell us things that we felt were symptoms. He promise us all he was. After he died, Tom and Elaine who lived up stairs in a house the three of them bought together told us Ike did not take care of himself. He would just tell us that. Ike would say I know I'll die young. Ike died on August 8, 1989. He was 35.
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| Charlie, 1930 |
Carmelo Amenta called Charlie most of this life, served in the USA army the length of WWll. While in the army he made $100 a month, half he sent home to his mother and to pay for life insurance on himself for his mother if he died in the war. Was a machine gunner in Europe attached to the transport unit supplying Patton's tanks in the European theater: Italy, France, Austria, Germany, and first stationed in the Philippines before the war in 1939/ 40 when the USA feared the Japanese would attack the islands. While there he developed malaria and was sent to Panama where the only tropical disease hospital the army had. He told us that when the men ran a fever they would look for a stream to stand in up to their ankles to bring their fevers down. Shortly after he left for Panama his division in the Philippines was wiped out by the Japanese. Then while he was recovering he was working fueling submarines using fishing boat and dressed as a fisherman from Panama to the Galapagos Islands to meet the subs and fuel them and give the men fresh water. He did this for months before going to North Africa. From there to Italy were they pushed the Nazis back into Austria. He was there at the battle of Brenner Pass, the main way into Italy where Charlie was wounded. He was sent to a hospital in Austria set up in an old castle. When he was back on his feet he and others, able to walk, decided to explore the castle. They ended up in the wine cellar and all took as many bottles as they could for all the wounded. On their way back, they came around a corner and right into the Major who was the higher ranking officer there. Seeing them with all the wine bottles he asked what they were doing. They replied, “exploring the castle, Sir.” The Major shook his head, grabbed a bottle and left. This was a jailing offense if caught.
Charlie was sent to the transport division afterward and was there when a concentration camp was entered. He said it was the worst thing he ever saw. But Charlie was done with the Army. He was haunted by one single event. The mission was searching villages going house to house weeding out the enemy. Charlie came across what could have been a devastating incident. But a deep feeling inside told him that this one house was not one he should enter firing his rifle. Inside was an older woman huddling in a corner holding on to two small children. Thoughts of what could have come to pass were unbearable.
Once back in the United States, -after the war, Charlie was stationed in California and with army buddies, one who was a priest named, Fr. Mike were helping to build a Shrine in (late 1940s). One day, this crew passed June Alison, the actress, whose car had a flat tire. They stopped and fixed it for her and the next day she came to the Shrine with a case of beer for them.
Charlie served in the army for 9 years total. For servicing in WWII and he received medals; Bronze Star for 30 days or more straight in combat, the European medal, Pacific medal and a good conduct medal. He was a laborer working many different jobs after that. I don’t believe he was a happy person but he was a hero. He died on April 11, 2014, in Oregon, Ohio, at the age of 92, and was buried in Arlington National Cemetery, in Arlington, Virginia, United States of America.
Ind., and Ruth Catherine Dunn. Her siblings were L Day, J Day, Ira (Ike) Reese Day, Jr, and D Day. The family lived in and around the Paterson, New Jersey area.
Doris passed away on the 26 Nov 2017. She leaves behind a daughter, C. Winterberg whom Doris said was her best friend and the light of her life. https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/257793229/doris-ann-day
We never know where our lives will lead even if you think you have it well planned. Being busy living we rarely notice when we’ve lost sight of our dreams. Floral Hill seems like a nice place to live. There hasn’t been a murder in 40 years. Jane Burke was the brains behind their financial success of her family. Though her husband, Don misguidedly thought he was. They owned two successful bars; one being the Judge Brennan and the other bar, The Celtic House and other personal properties. When Jane went looking for Don when he didn’t come home all night she certainly did not visualize her search would throw her family into the situation she found herself in; Don asleep, in the arms of another, younger woman in the Judge Brennan’s basement. Worse yet, the dead body of their bartender/school teacher lying upstairs behind the bar was more pressing problem. Jane, herself would unwillingly be a murder suspect. But as was her nature, she put that aside and quickly began to form a new life plan for herself as the old one abruptly ended. And Don, as usual not so quick on things gives the impression nothing has changed. Don had another thing coming as his good life fell away. Though I can’t forget to mention the outsiders that added to the chaos helping him along him new path.
This was a good read which I enjoyed. I haven’t much time for reading lately except for a few authors whose books I have collected over the years. But I’m very glad I picked up this one.
US Navy pilot Dieter Dengler was a German-born United States Navy aviator. He served in Attack Squadron 145, VA on the USS Ranger and flew A-1H Skyraiders. While flying missions near the North Vietnam-Laos border during the Vietnam War in 1966 Dengler was shot down and taken prisoner by the group called the Pathet Lao.
His father was drafted into the German Army and died in WWll. Dengler’s mother struggled to feed her children. During that war, a bomber flew over head and the small boy saw an airplane for the first time. At that moment Dengler’s dream was to fly.
During his six months of captivity in a Laos POW camp, Dengler suffered months of torture. He endured large bamboo slivers pushed under his fingernails and being hung upside down over a nest of hungry ants and almost drowned in a well.
Along with five other prisoners Dengler escaped and were rescued by US forces on August 11, 1966 and became only the second captured airman to escape during the war.
After the war, he became a test pilot for private aircraft and a commercial airline pilot.
Dengler’s story of survival and escape from a POW camp in Laos during the Vietnam War has become an inspiration to many.
Photo: Dieter Dengler with his squadron from VA-145 following his rescue
Dieter Dengler’s book about his escape: “Escape From Laos”.
Read more about US Navy pilot Dieter Dengler:
Clementine Raphael Ferla And Carmelo Amenta , about 2005
Clementine R Ferla Amenta was born on February 29, 1920, in Janesville, Pennsylvania, to Marie Giardina, age 37, and Santo Ferla, age 40. Clementine Ferla, who was nicknamed, Clem, was born on February 29, 1920, in Janesville, Pennsylvania, her father, Santo, was 40 and her mother, Marie, was 37. She eloped with Carmelo on October 11, 1947, in Bronx, New York. They had two children during their marriage. She died on March 29, 2010, in Oregon, Ohio, at the age of 90.
Clem met Carmelo Amenta, called Charlie after his grandfather, Carmelo Amenta 1842-1916, by his family met when the two families went to visit a relatives who were prisoners of war in a US prison camp who both fought for Italy in the 2nd world war. The Ferla’s were visiting a cousin, Angelo Giardina and the Amenta's were visiting a cousin who as well, though we don’t have a name. Josephine and Clem became friends and Clem went to their house where she met Charlie when he came home on leave. They were married a few days later in a civil service and later in a church.
Philadelphia. Census Records 1940 • FamilySearch
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