Trying to find a way to peer over the brick wall I grew up with has become an obsession. It wasn't until Ancestry came along that my sister and I understood that my father's mother, Kathleen Cunningham—Kay—had been born in Montreal to parents who had emigrated from Ireland, and that she had eight brothers and sisters. EIGHT! Who knew?
All the documents said Irish, and for a long time, the DNA even said Irish. It just didn't square with my Dad's attachment to his thistle-etched crystal glasses, a faint memory of someone saying "not green, orange," and the fact that Uncle Norman, who we understood was not exactly our uncle, seemed extremely British. Somehow... they were and weren't Irish.
And if they were indeed from Ireland, wherever in Ireland were they from? And if they weren’t Irish, then... what am I? Then our DNA estimates changed. Mine went from mostly Irish to just 4% Irish and a whopping 57% Scottish, which I noticed recently has updated again to say “57% Central Scotland & Northern Ireland.” Original identity crisis solved, and replaced with something even more complicated: we are descended from Scots who settled in Ulster, Scots-Irish or Ulster-Scots. That little hyphen hides the whole story, and is what got me started climbing the walls.
Because I love maps.
Cassell & Co.(1898) p05.238 - Map of Antrim
The template said to call this part "A brief history" but, I'm here to assure you there is no such thing.
The research landscape is strongly shaped by its history. The places where my ancestors lived are today in Northern Ireland, and much of the evidence is archived separately from the Republic of Ireland. So, many of the records I am searching for are located in what is today Northern Ireland, while the events they document took place in Ireland before Northern Ireland existed. My ancestors' lives were shaped by—and in their small ways, helped shape the always passionate and often bloody conversations about economy, politics, church, and colony that characterize the turbulent history of the island.
In an effort to stay respectful, curious, and clear-eyed about the long conflicts I have come to study by necessity, I repeat the names of the counties, the townlands, the towns, and the cities like mantras, and try to use the correct names of the places in time. While the land underlying the history changes names and boundaries again and again, and though that landscape may look completely different today, it is the same land my father's mother's people knew and, I imagine, loved—with all the complications that love seems to always entail.
Any mistakes are my own. Please email me at sarahmiles@grovefiles.com with any corrections, suggestions, insights, or other feedback. Please note: I write from what feels like the whip end of the diaspora. I've never been to either Northern Ireland or the Republic of Ireland, and will be particularly grateful for any corrections or viewpoints from those who have been there, or even better, actually live there.
The 1859 marriage record of Janette Parker and Arthur Kirkpatrick has become the anchor of the research because it confirms the Kirkpatrick–Parker connection and names their fathers, John and Hugh respectively, both listed as farmers — one in Ballymacrevan, the other in Crumlin, both in Camlin Parish, County Antrim.
I'm currently lost in the tithe applotment books, Griffith's Valuation, and the Valuation Revision Books, trying to pin both families to their townlands. I think I have located the correct John Parker in Ballymacrevan, but Hugh Kilpatrick is still at large. Hopefully the historical Ordnance Survey maps will serve as the bridge between record sets that don't quite speak to each other, since every record served a different purpose and, it seems, used a different ruler.
On the other side of the Atlantic, my grandmother's entry in the French-Canadian baptismal register has a blank where her birth date should be. A 1910 border-crossing manifest and a 1915 New York State census have filled in some gaps, but the Cunninghams seem to have been cheerfully imprecise with dates on official documents. So all in all, there are still quite a few bricks in the wall!