So what was the Ireland that Hugh left behind like? After traveling 3000 miles on an overnight
flight and then another 2 hours by bus before 9 a.m., we found ourselves in
Belfast, N. Ireland. Today’s focus was
on what Hugh left behind. Our visit to
the Ulster Folk and Transport Museum put things into perspective. The Museum can be compared to Old
Sturbridge Village, but on
steroids. Last year’s visit to NI
included a trip to the Ulster Irish American Folk Park, which was phenomenal. This place supersedes it. In the rural areas where thatched cottages of
potato farmers had wisps of smoke curling out of the chimney, the smell of the
peat fires welcomed you into the small kitchen.
The soda bread was right out of the skillet with freshly turned
butter. I wondered if my jet lag was
catching up to me.
Ami, Katie, Victoria, Marcelle, Colm |
As one progressed into the more rural area the strong black
soot of burning coal permeated the landscape and the inevitable change from
cottage life to trade shops and market days was made evident. Time marched on, even in 19th
century Ireland. This was very much Hugh
Cummiskey’s world. And our initiation into
that period of time and evolution in Ireland, only made us wanting to know
more. What is unique about our study of
Hugh is that he is the average man. He surely
would have known the farms and fields we crossed today. He would have been at home on any given
market day in his small township of Crossan.
Hugh never grew to be wealthy or any great statesman, or played a major
role in a historical event. He is everyman. The life he led on his farm, and then the
road he took to town to leave and never come back, is the same story so many of
us could tell of our ancestors.
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Ami makes a lot of friends
Ami and the shoemaker |
Ami and the postman ******************************************************************** |
Enough said |
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