The Book of Sullivan


1944: Fred Allen, Age 50

FRED ALLEN: Ah, Mrs. Nussbaum, what is your reaction to American music? MIM: Thanks to American music, I am meeting my husband, Pierre. ALLEN: Pierre likes music? MIN: Life to Pierre is a song. He is courting me with singing. ALLEN: When he proposed? MIN: Pierre is singing "Let me Call You Sweetheart." ALLEN: When you were on your honeymoon? MIN: We are arriving at Grossingers. Pierre is singing "Down the Old Lox Road." If such stuff of the year 1946, conceived and written by 52 year old Fred Allen, born in Cambridge Massachusetts Fred Florence Sullivan, warmed the heart of postwar America and allowed me, then seven, an extra half hour of radio time on Sunday night, (though I would much have preferred to have been outside playing rolly-up with the Greek kids across the street) Allen's nostalgic vaudeville popularity was not long lived. It remained then for Allen, a genial Irishmen putting words in Jewish mouths, or the opposite, as Edgar Bergen was to do for Charlie McCarthy in the following half-hour slot. Allen's fifties were difficult years in which the once magic of his radio wit eroded with the advent of new forms of entertainment followed by the giant success of television. Stop the Music snatched Sunday evening away from Allen, and the attempt to redo the Allen style in such tv adaptations as The Colgate Comedy Hour were mercifully short lived. Chronic high blood pressure and a series of ominous circulatory mishaps provided an ominous warning. Drink had once threatened to get the upper hand, so he had forsworn it in his forties.

On Oct 13, 1950: Dear Groucho:

. .every sunday, after mass, we stop for breakfast at the stage delicatessen. at this hour Max, the proprietor, is host to a motley throng, horse players, bookmakers, cream soda lovers and sturgion gourmets. how I, a gentile, get in there, I dont know. since the same characters meet every sunday there is a friendly atmosphere rampant that no airwick can subdue. When the lox is running good and the cream cheese is spreading easily those assembled, between smacking their chops and wiping their greasy fingers on their vests, will discuss some topic that is currently engaging the general public. Yesterday, the air conditioning not functioning at the stage, there was a gamey flatulent essence dominating the room but the flanken was lean and spirits were high. talk turned to the Talulah show. Every tout, every bookie and every questionable customer present had seen the program. eating was suspended, chicken fat was shaken from fingers to point them. Novy was shredded from snags of teeth to make way for encomiums....

Allen was writng to his friend groucho Marx about the new 90Śminute Sunday evening radio extravaganza, the Big Show, radios last attempt to compete with television. Hostess was Talulah Bankhead and among the array of stars signed up for the $100,000 a week show were Allen and Marx. I was in the 6th grade. The show closed with a millioncdollar loss in its second season. Nor did the televised Colgate Comedy Hour, introduced that same fall to compete with ironically The Ed Sullivan Show, fare much better. Fred Allen, it appeared, was not going to make the transition from radio to television.

But Fred Allen had friends... John Steinbeck, Herman Wouk, Edwin O'Connor... with the latter, recovering himself from a stroke, visited Ireland in the mid 1950s....

Acerbic, sometimes inclined to be a little sharp tongued when riled, he was loyal to both the young writers who had once worked for him and to a motley group of scattered drunks and jailbirds to whom he often sent money, as often as not anonymously. Lacking a formal education, he was widely read had a way with words that other writers and wits whom Allen had helped in some way along the way cc especially if they were either Jewish cc Wouk, or Groucho Marx cc or Irish cclike Edwin O'Connor and John Steinbeck. They helped him overcome bitterness. It occurred to him that he could overcome his obselescence. It was John Steinbeck and O'Connor especially, then in his best writing years with The Last Hurrah in progress, who encouraged Allen to write, and so in the last half of his fifties he produced his popular memoir to radio comedy, Treadmill to Oblivion. Self reflexive and testimony to thje impermanence and or the word, and perhaps in that sense tesimony to the everpresent opportunity for freshness. He died with an unfinished letter to Groucho Marx in his typewriter, of a sudden heart attack, at age 61.

By: rlm


1975: One More

There was some fear this part of the Beare Clan would die out as all other males had produced only female offspring. On March 1st this was saved by the birth of Paul Todd Sullivan at Exeter, NH. He returned to Ireland to work briefly in 1997 and 1998 returning to NH after a bout with the appendix (now missing). Whether he returns to Ireland or not, there is still hope O'Sullivan Beares will live on



1935: Tony's Tatoo

My father, Anthony Sullivan, usually called Tony, has a tatoo on his forehead he has had since childhood which reads

By: D. Sully


1890: Weds Bridget

In 1888 my grandmother came to the US from Co Leitrim. Soon after she met my grandfather, who was a teamster, and they wed and raised 5 sons At the turn of the century they moved the family to Park Slope, Bklyn. We stayed there for three generations. Now the family is dispersed throughout the country and I'm trying to construct a family tree so the generations to come know their Sullivan ancestors.

By: Reggie


1916: Oldest Man in Centralville

Mortimore O'Sullivan, one of the oldest residents of Centralville (Lowell, MA) died yesterday at his home, (aged 78) after a brief illness. Deceased had been a member of St. Michael's parish since its organization and always took a deep interest in parish affairs. He leaves four daughters, Mrs. Margaret Shea, Mrs. Hugh Leonard (Kate) Mary O'Sullivan (she always insisted they were O'Sullivans, as opposed to the dropped O)and Mrs. James Riley, and one son, Daniel J. Deceased was a member of the Holy Name Society and Division 11, American Order of Hibernians. The obituary failed to mention that he had spent ten years in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and has lost his wife, Mary, six years earlier.

By: Kerry Sullivan


1998: Chicago Sullivans

My great grandparents Eugene and Mary Sullivan of Belvidere, Illinois had nine children. The second eldest was Roger Charles Sullivan who became a prominent political figure in Chicago before the turn of the century. He was the first president of the Democratic Cook County Party and a political "boss" as head of the Sullivan-Nash "machine." Sullivan High School on the north side of Chicago is named for him. His brother, my grandfather Francis Joseph Sullivan was the youngest minority leader in the history of the Illinois House of Representatiives. He was a trial lawyer. My brother Frank Sullivan, a reporter for the Chicago- Sun Times. He evidentally served as Mayor Daley's press secretary. He was the person whho announced Dasley's death.

By: Margaret Sullivan Moga


1998: That Gambling Sullivan

My father's father Robert Lesley Sullivan was a wild and infamous character. He owned a bar/gambling joint near Nampa, Idaho. He had to be sort of secretive because his father Claude Latimore Sullivan was the sheriff. Unfortunately Robert had a tendancy to get into a lot of bar brawls which made his father Claude look kind of foolish being that the bar/gambling was illegal. So Claude kicked him out. Robert migrated to Nevada with a young family consisting of his 3rd wife, my grandma Emma Myra Tiffany and two sons Jerry and Gene. He thought he would start a new bar/gambling hall/boarding house in Golconda, Nevada. At first the venture was successful because the road was being built through Nevada and the crew needed somewhere to stay. But Golconda never did amount to more than a few houses and a bunch of tumbleweeds. So when business/gambling went bad Robert the professional gambler and entrepeneur hit the road. He didn't remember to take his young family with him; he just got another one in California where he landed next. That guy was a wild thing! I am looking for ancestors of Parker Sullivan who may or may not have been the first ancestor to come to America from Ireland

By: Angie Sullivan


1842: O Sullivans in New Zealand

My great great grandfather being John O'SULLIVAN, born on Corpus Christi Thursday 1806 in the parish of Kilmeen, County Cork, Ireland. John being the son of Daniel O'SULLIVAN of the same place of the race of the "Beare and Bantry" in the County of Cork. John emigrated to England 1824, 1831 married to Ellen O'CONNELL and together they had nine children. In 1841 John left England and emigrated to N.Z. Ellan followed shortly after with four of their children, they both landed at Nelson and there they started their new life and produce a further four more children. [they lost one child before leaving England]. I am the great granddaughter of their youngest child DENIS O'SULLIVAN who married Elizabeth Ann HIGGIN.

By: Josie SHEAFF


1946: Travelling Sullivans

From the years of 1946 thru 1964 we traveled the United States over. My dad, Leonard O. Sullivan, his brothers, James and Guinn Sullivan, and their dad, James N. Sullivan were all insolators from Corpus Christi, Tx. They were in a union out of Corpus but traveled from Detroit,Michigan to Brownsville, Tx., between Lincoln, Nebr. to Oak Ridge, Tenn. They worked mostly on power plants, insolating with fiberglass or asbastos, these items kept what ever that was running thur the pipes, hot or cold. I remember well, lots of Fridays we'd come home from school and Daddy had been layed off. He'd call Corpus to find out where another job was and we'd pack up our trailer (home) and off we'd go. The following Monday we'd be in another state and at a new school. When I graduated from high school I had attended twenty-three schools over my twelve years in public school. Most people don't understand how our family could have been so stable after all this moving, but I think it was because it didn't matter where we were, the fact that mama and daddy were always there made us six kids feel at home.

By: Anna Penny


1847: Brother of Wild Bill

I am looking for any information on the descendancy or ascendancy of my great great grandfather Alexander (Eleck) Sullivan. He was the son of Thomas Sullivan and Mary Polly Workman, and the grandson of Thomas Sullivan, SR. who founded Sullivan's Hollow, MS near Raleigh. Eleck was the brother of Wild Bill Sullivan, the violent and eccentric local character who is center of many regional books and stories. Please write to me at the following email address if you can help... or if I can help you!

By: Connies


1867: Ireland to Newfoundland

I am looking for the Sullivans connection from Ireland to Newfoundlandanywher frm 1800 to1867.My husband's grandfather Jeremiah came from the south of Ireland with two brothers,one of whom was named Tom. they went first to the U.S. then returned to Nfld. we know very little except thar he was a tinsmith. We would be grateful for any help.

By: Vivian Sullivan


1846: A Revolutionary Soldier

This story is about my 4th great-grandfather... Benjamin Sullivan the text of the story is written as it appears in the original text which was found in the basement of my Grand Parents house...the late Charles and Emma Sullivan. Through this document and some of research, it was learned that my family was descended from the "Berwick Sullivans" which include "Master" John and his wife Marjory. I would be interested in hearing from others from this lineage.

A Revolutionary Soldier

DIED in Dover, N.H. on the 7th. of November, 1846. Mr. BENJAMIN SULLIVAN, aged 86 years. Mr. Sullivan was born in Berwick, Maine, in 1761, where his remains were carried, and buried under Arms. --- Military honors being performed by the Dover Artillery.

In 1776 He enlisted and served for two months in the REVOLUTIONARY WAR.

In 1777, shipped on board the Rowly, Capt Thomas Thompson. The first United States ship that sailed out of Portsmouth. After cruising a month they took two large British ships, carried them safely into St. Louis, France. They then sailed into the English Channel, where the outward bound Jamaica fleet, under convoy of 8 or 10 armed vessels was discovered; two of them which were taken and carried into the port of St. Louis. Then he returned to the United States, and went to Rhode Island in 1778 under Gen. SULLIVAN-was in the battle and in the rear guard when he made his retreat.

In 1779, shipped on board the privateer SULLIVAN, of Portsmouth Capt. Thomas Manning- was taken prisoner by the British frigate 'Roebuck', and carried to Newfoundland, where he was confined in irons for two months , when he was exchanged and sent to Boston. Then shipped on board a merchant vessel at Portsmouth, bound for the West Indies. Again taken prisoner and forced to do duty on board an English frigate for two months; then taken to New York - put on board the old Jersey prison ship; here he remained for five months and ten days with the bare timbers for his bed ----- a scanty allowance of bread and beef --- half a pound of each per day; after an exchange, he again enlisted , was ordered to Portland, under Col. Joseph Prime --- was employed in building the fort which closed his services in this war.

In 1813 he enlisted and served one year under Gen. Hampton on the lines. Mr. SULLIVAN was a staunch and unwavering republican of the old school, and strongly attached to those principles which recognize the natural and inalienable rights of all men; which is to enjoy liberty. His last sickness, which was long and painful, he bore with patience, and sought with deep penitence the pardoning mercy of God, which enabled him, without a murmur, to say in his dying moments 'THY WILL BE DONE'. He has left a numerous circle of friends to mourn their loss - but they mourn not as those without hope.

By: Paul Sullivan


1880: Coal Mine Sullivans

My Great GrandParents Daniel and Mary Cain Sullivan lived in on near Centralia,Pa where they gave birth to Terrance My Grandfather(1880s)(married Rose Mahan) This was a coal mining family,money poor and family rich ..there where other children by my GGrandparents ....Daniel,Michael,Mary(Hothersal) Nettie(Haney),Anna(Echols),Katherine(Starck)Elizabeth (Drake)and Margaret (Ruetter) .Terrance left Cantralia for NYC than later moved to Holmesburg Pa were My Aunt Rose (Fehecete/Brown) and Mother Helen (Bott) where born. Daniel/Mary who where thier parents and where are ALL thier descendents?? Maybe your one of them(decendents that is) .....if you think so or know someone who might be write me

By: Joe Francis Sullivan Bott


1850: Grandfather Arthur Told Me

My grandfather Sullivan told me that my great-great grandfather Mike O'sullivan fled Eire in the mid 1800's. He was a member of the I.R.B Whistlers, Signal Corps, County Cork. The signal corps literally whistled to warn of approaching British troops. He was confronted by a British offical in his home one evening and what ever the circumstances he ended up thrashing the guy with his cane. After the confrontation he made his way out the back door with his family and ended up in America. When he arrived in America he droped the O off his name and settled down.

By: Kenneth E. Hannah


1915: General Pershing's Driver

My grandfather, Jeremiah Bernard Sullivan, Jr., was General Pershings driver in WWI. In General Pershing's memoirs, he noted that "Sgt. Sullivan was most resourceful at finding items that were needed, especially tires for the staffcar". My grandfather married Catherine Garvey, I believe both from Fitchburg Mass about 1915 or so. He passed away in 1964.

By: Kevin Sullivan
Email: spepper@kvnet


1845: Sullivans in Niagara

My Great,Great Grandfather was named John J. Sullivan and is believed to have come over to Canada in the hieght of the Potato famine. He settled in St Catharines Ontario was married to Margarite whose maiden name also was Sullivan. He is believed to have been born in county Kerry but I haven't found that yet. It has always been said that the Irish were ditch diggers, well, John and his son's went one better by working on one of the biggest ditches, the Welland Canal. They all worked as sailors or dock workers. John and his one son Patrick born in 1858 both worked on the 2nd canal as locktenders. Both John, Patrick, and Patrick's son Frank(my grandfather) and my father Victor had at least 7 or more children This is just one part of the Sullivan family. We are vast in number. I am still finding out more each day of the history of this line. If anyone happens to know anything to help me feel free to drop me a line.

By: Patrick Sullivan


1864: Meifs Mary E.Sullivans prayer Book

When my father passed away, my half sister passed on to me two books and some pictures of lost relatives. One book is dated 1864 and scribe on the front cover Bridget last name not readable. The second book's cover was scribe Meifs Mary E. Sullivan's prayer Book Otonabee, Ontario. I know from reading this site that Jeremiah "Darby" Sullivan and Alice( nee Kelly) came to Canada with their many children in 1825. One of the children's name was Mary. My grandfather was William Gregory McCarthy and my Grandmother was Frances Edna Ryan of Hurley Wis. resettled to Flint, Michigan in the 20's or 30's. How the Sullivans tie into our lineage is a mystery to me. Anyone know anything about the Sullivans of Otonabee?



1888: Killed in Rocklin

the Sullivan siblings in America

By: Julie Hu


1890: First of Five

(1) John Sullivan (d.1943) moved his wife the former Nora O'Sullivan (d.1948) from County Cork Ireland to Forge Village MA in 1890 (no inbreeding jokes!!). He was a horsetrainer, she a governess. In America they were factory workers. They had a son (2)Francis (1894-1954) a lawyer whose distinguished career is capped when, as legislative head of the American Legion, he helps to write and pass the G.I. Bill. In the pictures and films of the signing ceremony he can be seen immediately to the left behind Roosevelt. His son (3)Richard (b.1939) also a lawyer, retired from the government after spending most of his career at the Department of Commerce. Richard's son (4) Kevin is planning to add (5) another boy Sullivan in OCT '98).

By: Kevin Sullivan


1872: John L. Visits, Shows Belt

my gma grace sullivan (tresham cole) born d.c. dec 17, 1872 told a story about john l sullivan visiting their home when she was a child in staten island or brooklyn, n.y. he held up his championship belt for them to see.... she never said he was a relative, but perhaps he came from the same place??? did he come from county kerry? her father dennis j. sullivan b eng parents b ireland was 30 on the 1880 census in staten island, he had married frances louisa beach b baltimore parents born va, probably 1870 71...many children incl joseph and louis, fredrick died young in brooklyn. dennis and frances louisa disappear about 1893......WHERE DID THEY GO????????where from??? HELP!!!!!!

By: joan rosand


1998: Sullivan Goes Home

The great great grandson of Denis Sullivan of County Cork and Mary Driscoll of Ireland (exact place unknown) Paul T. Sullivan of Hampton, New Hampshire had the fortune to be the grandson of Michael and Catherine (Monigle) Cantwell of Cork City and Malin Head, Donegal. He was thus able to claim his due citizenship in the old/new country and has returned to Dublin to seek his fortune. Will this be the start of a new movement of Sullivan's?

By: Paul (Dad)


1988: Gigalo O'Sullivan

I being a first generation American was very young when my father realized that yes his father Edward Sullivan was indeed a "gigalo." It was in 1988 that my father James Michael met his older brother Edward O'Sullivan, for the first time. It is apparent that my grandfather was known to impregnate women marry them and then run off only to marry and impregnate another. So in turn I have some cousin over there on the emerald isle. A flamin Eamon and a Fiona. As for my grandfather I never met who is to assume that he was a bad man for running up in all sorts of women. I suppose someday I may come to find I have cousins and relatives all over the world because of the looseness to my grandfathers belt.

By: Kathryn Sullivan


1820: Kerry O'Sullivans

Im a Tralee O'Sullivan with quite a lot of O'Sullivan history - we've traced back as far as Callinafercy, Killorglin, Co Kerry in 1800s but church records were burned before that so looking for any info

By: micki
Email: michelle.o'


1998: Connemara Sullivans.

I'm doing some family tree investigations to determine how long my family roots exist in this part of Ireland. I have traced direct lineage back to 1770,and from other families named Sullivan in this region I would estimate that Sullivan's have been here for a couple of centuries previous to this .I am inferring this from the geographical dispersion of existing families and note that none indigineous to this locality have an O' as a prefix to their name. I would be interested in hearing of any comments or suggestions that would extend my knowledge. Thank you.

By: jim sullivan


1998: We Take Care of Our Own!

In this story I constrained from using some specific information for reasons that I hope will become clear. All my life my grandmother told me "... if nothing else my dear, you must always remember that we take care of our own. When you think there is nothing left, you still have family.". It wasn't until a few months ago that I learned how much she lived her life by this credo. My grandma, Cate, was the middle of nine children born to John and Lizzie Sullivan. When she was 16 she dropped out of school and went to work in a factory to help support the family.In her mid-twenties (which was approaching spinsterhood in those days!) she married my grandfather inspite of her parents adjections. "It was the first time I ever defied my parent, but then I had a husband, so it didn't matter anymore!" Together my grandparent worked through the boom and bust of the 20's&30's, got a house, raised my aunt, and cared for my granddad's aging mother. Then as my grandmother was approaching her mid-forties her youngest sister had "gotten herself in the family way" and been shipped away. My grandparents decided to adopt the baby. People told her she was crazy. She was too old, my granddad health was not very good, they already had a grown daughter, why would they want to start all over. She would smile and cripticly reply "We take care of our own.". Since only a very few close family members knew who the real mother was, her statement was open to many interpretation. This story was told to me by two different family member's, but it only confirmed what I had always felt down to my bones. I am a Sullivan. Maybe not in name, but in something stronger than words, IN BLOOD! Too many people, that don't know one of my parents is adopted, have told me all my life that just by looking at me they knew I was a Sullivan, or that I have the "Sullivan" laugh or temper. If you have any comments or would just like to say hello you can E-mail me at the address below.



1937: Life after JWN

I was amazed to find the story of John William Navin Sullivan and his reported demise by Time magazine in 1937. I can continue the story and answer speculation as to "raising rosey cheeked children in a London suburb." To my knowledge he had one child, a son named Patrick Evelyn John Sullivan, who was indeed born in a London suburb! JWN was my grandfather, and I'm intreged as to who sent in this story as I've never seen the Time obit, though I do have the obit from The Times newspaper (I believe JWN was The Times' science correspondant). Please contact me if you have anymore information.

By: John Patrick Sullivan


1941: San Francisco Doctor: WWII Hero

Dr.James M.Sullivan born May 7 1892 responded to US Army summons after WWII broke out in Europe. A Medic in WWI, he had kept active in the Reserves. Now it was the fall of 1941. He was needed. "Go to the Philippines and convert the Sternberg Hospital into a military one." It was a call.and the most difficult decision of his life. He was a family man with a beloved wife, Marguerite, and five growing children. Months later on Correigador when given the choice by General McArthur to go with him to Australia, he was quoted by a surviving Bataan nurse as saying, "I will stay; the men need me." And they did - as the army retreated before the advancing forces of the Japanese forces, he performed surgery on the wounded without the equipment and sanitary conditions of a hospital operating room. Later, a fellow "Hell-Ship survivor, Sgt. Sydney Stewart, in his late 20's then, wrote Marguerite and said, "Colonel Sullivan had been injured on the second boat at Takao, Formosa (both cattle ships were carrying surviving prisoners to mainland Japan, and were bombed by US planes).Even with his injuries he did all he could to help the other injured men on the boat.. The doctor would hardly rest at all because he felt he must do all he could for the boys the minute we reached the shore, even administering to the wounded Japanese and they would not even give him so much as a drink of water. .Colonel Sullivan died the second day after we arrived at Moji [Camp Fukuoka, Kyushu] Feb. 1, 1945. He was such a good man. When we arrived there were 120 of us left. By March there were only 26 of us alive.." P.S. [Use your discretion whether to add this.] I visited Japan, Hiroshima, Moji, and the city of Fukuoka in 1995 as an act of forgiveness and reconciliation with the Japanese people. Going through the Hiroshima Memorial, my father's death shrank to dwarf size. I went on to Kyushu with my Jesuit priest cousin on my father's side and we prayed at Moji and Fukuoka for all the families and survivors of WWII on both sides of the conflict. On the way to Tokyo, I stayed at a Convent School with which I had ties. One of the Sisters told me after hearing why I came to Japan that her father died at Hiroshima. We embraced. May Peace among people come globally.

By: Joan Therese Sullivan


1998: Where Are The Rest Of Them?

My name is Vicky Lynn (sullivan) Dishman I know Im a Sullivan my birth certificate says so, but i think the rest of my family all disappeared. You see I was born to a Kenneth Lee Sullivan and Phyllis Ann (Sturges) Sullivan on May 1,1953 at camp Attebury in Edinburg Indiana or at least thats what my birth record says. My Dad disappeared after that and Mother remembers nothing anymore. But this is what I do know

By: Vicky (real)


1581: Half Breed Liam O'Sullivan: Future Pirate.

The time was fall of 1580 one week after Samhain, the English Soldiers marched into County Cork. On their murderous bloody trail was a house, the woman who's name was Shenian O'Sullivan. The only surviving member of her imediate family she worked hard in the fields. But she was helpless against the slodiers who raped and abused her. (I refuse to go into detail as this part upsets me greatly.) The summer brought along with it's beutiful warm days a beutiful baby boy. She named Liam. She made it a point to never tell er only child of the tradgedy that befell his mother, and thus spare him the agony and horror of Elizabeths soldiers's deeds. The boy was a burden on her for years but her beauty brought her a wonderfull husband who was a fisherman. They raised the boy as their own for seven years. One morning the boy was walking through the village. The local drunkard, (incedentally also a sullivan but by a different line) Took the boy aside. And said. "Poor lad, wish your mother my best blessings and let her know that I tried to rush to her aid as soon as I heard but I arrived as the bastards were gettin' there." Curious as all hell. Young Liam asked what the man was talking about. And the Drunkard spilled the whole story. Starting with... "Aye boy your sure old enuf to hear it...." Horrified Liam rushed home, not metioning a word of it to his parents. But asked his father if he could learn to sail. And spent the next 9 years of his life doing nothing but sailing, fishing, and swordfighting. At the tender age of 16 he conviced a friend (An O'Neil) to take poor O'Neil's fathers boat across the channel to England. The Seas were rough but they soon landed in Wales. And Liam bid his friend a fond farewell. The O'Neil boy never made it back to Ireland. Liam on the other hand made the trek from Wales to London. and in six months lost his accent. One night as he had planned he fell asleep in a tavern. her magesty's Gaurds Shanghighed him and rushed him on horse to where a ship was waiting for him. They set sail the next day. Liams drunken stuper that lasted more than 24 hours ended as the ship was casting off for sea. Unlike the others in his place, this was exacly what he wanted. He at 16 was the most experianced sailor aboard. And was made the Capitan's Cabin boy within a month. The ship traveled to Spain and then returned to England. Then as she set sail for a trip to Calais' the captain became ill. And that night died in his sleap. Liam told the crew in the morning that the capitan's last wish was that the crew enjoy the first night in France together and morn for the captian by drinking heartily. With that they made Calais within the morning. By 4pm the entire crew was ashore save the First mate and the quartermaster. Liam took the opportunity to steal the capitains jewlery and head into town. Within two hours Liam had 15 men to come with him to the ship. The Frenchmen persuaded by Liam and some gold, And a horrific story brought to life of treachery by the Queen, were more than happy to take the ship. Liam was a very persuasive figure standing 5'10" with bright blue eyes and curly brown hair with red highlights. He was as honest to anyone as their mother was, as far as they were concerned. And so the Frenchmen slaughtered the First mate and Quartermaster and left them on the pier. The newly recommisioned "Shenian O" set sail for the Mediteranian. With a huge lead on anyone who might come after him, Liam set about collecting resources to head for the one place he could do the most damage to her Majesty's undertakings. The Carribbian. little more is known from this point on, but it is rumored that by the time he was 23 he has sunk over 15 of her magesty's ships. He never mistreated his crew, but I sure wouldn't want to be one of those unlucky enough to survive a sinking of my ship by him. Some say that his ship was the most well fed of all. With fresh meat. But come on. Sullivan's aren't that revengefull, are we?

By: Paul "Spinner" Sullivan


1920: Lost Sullivan Brother

This was obtained from Riobard O'Dwyer's excellent compilation "Who Were My Ancestors". It confirmed a recollection my late uncle had shortly before his death in 1979, of something the rest of the surviving family had apparently been unaware of. My Grandfather Jeremiah (Jerry) Sullivan, who was born 24 Jan 1877 in Eyeries Parish, County Cork, Ireland, had an older brother, Pat, or Paddy, who was born Feb. 1865 in the same place. The brothers apparently fell out of communication except for a death notice for "Uncle Pat" received by my grandfather's family about 1920. We think "Uncle Pat" was a copper miner and that he settled in the Michigan UP copper country, where he may have been killed in a mining accident there. I don't want to disturb anyone's privacy, but would appreciate any leads on "Uncle Pat" or his descendents and am certainly interested in making contact with living relatives. As the O'Dwyer book states, my grandfather emigrated to Arizona (according to some family accounts at about age 12; some family accounts have it that he was orphaned in a house fire, with Uncle Pat (or possibly others?) having emigrated previously; in any case, no family members accompanied my grandfather to the US) which is where the book leaves off. My grandfather's four children, including my dad, were born in Arizona, with the family finally settling in El Paso, Texas, where my grandfather died in 1948. Several more facts came to light at about the time I was able to get Mr. O'Dwyer's book (late 1970's). My uncle, who died in 1979, thought he remembered seeing a Sullivan female vocalist on the Lawrence Welk Show who was from the Michigan town that Uncle Pat was from -- but he couldn't remember the name of the town. Also, my aunt and uncle, who had just visited Ireland in the late 1970's and were the leads for my getting the O'Dwyer book, met a Bernard O'Sullivan in Eyeries Parish, Castletownbere, who would have been my third cousin and who at that time (late 1970's) spent half the year in Castletownbere and the other half in the Boston, Massachusetts area. I would be interested in making contact with Bernard O'Sullivan if that is still possible (I live in Virginia, where third cousins are not considered distant relatives!) and also in finding out which Michigan town "Uncle Pat" was in, where his grave is, etc. My grandfather was apparently also sponsored into the US (an immigration requirement at the time) by a "Cousin Alice" who had also emigrated from Ireland. I have no leads on her at all and do not even have a last name for her. I've asked a lot of questions here. If anyone can provide any leads I would really appreciate it.

By: Patrick Sullivan


1927: Adversity Is Not a Problem

The S.S. Scythia arrived in Boston on 2 September 1927 with JULIA SULLIVAN (19 years) and ELLIE HEALY (18 years) prepared for a new life in America. Julia's passage was paid for by brother Bart Sullivan of New York City, Ellie's by sister Mary Healy (address unknown). Both were from Castletownbere, Co. Cork and had sailed from Cobh on 26 August 1927. Each are listed on the manifest as 'domestics' with fresh complexion and fair hair, with $25 in her pocket. First stop the home of Margaret Healy of Charlestown. No further information is known regarding the Healy's, we pray them good fortune. My mother, Julia, was stricken with appendicitis. When surgery was performed her system was weakened by an overdose of ether. Sometime after her recovery she set out for Butte, Montana to be with an aunt, Nell. (I wish I could remember 'my great' Aunt Nell's last name.) Julia boarded a train, which got trapped by a particularly nasty snow storm and spent 4 days stranded in the Dakotas before rescuers arrived. A diagnosis of tuberculosis followed and ten years in a sanitorium. Her health never quite returned but the spirit remained intact. A few years after marriage to my father, Henry C. Jennings, in Salt Lake City in 1942 a baby boy was stillborn and mother was instructed NOT to have another child as she was not strong enough. She spent eight months in bed to insure the birth of a daughter in 1949. I was named Maryellen after my grandmother Sullivan. By then brothers, John and Patrick (Patty), were also in America. Brother Bart had died before my birth, 'my brother' Uncle John lived in Salt Lake City and the only things I know about Patrick are he enjoyed his bar-time, jumped from airplanes in WWII, loved his infant niece, and died in the early 50s. Another brother, Denis, lived in London with wife Anita and their family. My mother never learned the definition of "no". The only limits she ever experienced were her own, and they were few. She worked hard (ran a 12 unit motel single handed for 10 years), prayed hard (a like faith I've yet to encounter), and possessed an inner peace like no other. Parenting was serious business....and that 5'2" Irish-woman wielded a mean fly- swatter! I was so proud at the age of 8, when I climbed the willow behind the motel and got on the roof. I called and called so that she could see what I had done. So proud! The only time I heard my mother screach... "Maryellen, you get down from there this instant." Not so proud now! She let me go to Brownie camp in the mountains when I was 9, I remember the tears when I came home. "Tears because I'm so glad you're home." she told me. That moment made a lasting impression about what love really is. I cried with her. In May of 1960, the doctor made mother go to the hospital for a "rest". She would not follow his orders to take it easy, so he insisted. I remember her telling me before she left (more tears), "Remember, honey, the sooner I go the sooner I get to go home." It wasn't untill much later, after her funeral, that I realized she hadn't said she would 'come home'. She woke four days into her 'rest' (the day she was to be released), joked with the nurses, ate, prayed, had lunch and asked for a priest to be sent in. She needed to talk to him... upon his arrival she requested that he preform Last Rites. When he was through, she closed her eyes and said thank you. My father and I arrived 45 minutes later to pick her up, completely unaware. I am so proud to be of Sullivan stock. The forbearance, tolerance, and patience; the quick wit, positivity, and willingness to laugh in the face adversity. The warmth and capacity to love unconditionally. These are all traits I attribute to my mother, Julia SULLIVAN Jennings. Someday I hope to take my daughter, Julia, and son, James to Ireland where we all can see, feel and experience the place and the people that made us possible.

By: Maryellen Hankins


1905: All I Know

The only Sullivan story I have is the one my maternal grandmother would tell me as a child. She would tell me stories of her growing up in Boston. She would also tell me stories of my famous ancestor who was John L. Sullivan, the boxer, of Boston. He was the first bare knuckle fighter. I also know that when my family left Ireland they went to Canada first before settling in Boston, MA. That is all I really know about my maternal side of the family because we are no longer in contact with them. But if someone knows or is related to this person maybe they can tell me more about my family lineage. Because he is the only link I know of about my family.

By: Tara


1998: Sullivan's at Notre Dame

The University of Notre Dame, a bastion of Irish Catholic Culture in the mid-west, is currently home to 62+ Sullivans. 48 of whom are students. This means that one in 215 Notre Dame Students is a Sullivan. My father, John J Sullivan Jr, graduated Notre Dame in '66, and I will graduate in '99. The 131 in my email address indicates that I am the 131st Sullivan at Notre Dame since this naming format was established. There are even two other Michael Patrick Sullivans here. Lam Foisteanac Abu

By: Michael Patrick Sullivan


1776: Love In Those Days

my mother told me that our great great great grandmother ellen sullivan fell in love with the groomesmans son the family would not have it so they ran of in a carrige and jumped a ship to be together in America. They settled in America I believe a first cousin to General John Sullivan as they always told me we were all related to that clan of Sullivans. Also I read a book a few years about the clans of Ireland and in one of the stories it was noted that 14 of the Sullivans all commited sucicide rather than be taken prisoner by the English. I live now in Chicago and have looked up alot of History on the Sullivans still trying to find out how we are all related to everyone we had a Medal from the Rev. War that was stolen from a Sullivan still have A Civil war medal from them but don't know from which one. We are Sullivans from Greenwich Village New York City and I guess we were there for generations we lived at 274 12th Streetmy grandmother Ellen Sullivan had a brother John and a sister Annie also a younger sister lily died at 17 any info would be apprecited. Noreen

By: Noreen
Email: cspapperi@aol ,com


1999: Tidewater Virginia Sullivans

The most interesting story in my family is of Richard Maxwell Sullivan of Lancaster Co., VA who refused to fight in the Civil War but was a Privateer. After the war he moved to King George Co., VA where he married Rosella Green. Richard nicknamed "Black Dick" because of his swarthy looks (black Irish?) traded horses and mules. While out on a trading trip his pregnant wife fell through a broken board on the porch and died. Richard came across her funeral procession on his way home and went insane with grief. His surviving three children were farmed out to other family members and he was found months later at Rosella's gravesite, dirty and ragged. He was captured and placed in an insane asylum. His son (my ggfather didn't know what his real birthdate was (he was 7 at his mother's death) so he picked St. Patrick's Day.

By: Diane Covert Broderick


1907: John Shack Wins Ecology Award

My great uncle was named John "Shack" O'Sullivan. He was my father's uncle, and my father was born in 1907 when John was already about 30. He was a literary recluse who lived by himself on the bank of the Platte River in Omaha. He lived in a shack, eschewing civilization and studying the flora and fauna there all of his life. He was very hospitable, despite his hermit- like nature, and my father had memories of much ado being made by John involving his silver tea service, whenever anyone came to call on him. He meticulously catalogued all the ecology of the wetlands near the Platte, (and recieved an award for this from, I believe, the governor of Nebraska). His work was truly outstanding-- for instance he had records of the tadpole population going back at least sixty years. He was descended from the O'Sullivan Beares, whose specific story I know very little of as compared to the personal sagas of the O'Flynn branch of my family. [involving such tribulations as, yes, coming to America in steerage; and the razing of the family holdings by the evil landlords.] My father and I shared a common recurring nightmare, unbeknownst to each other until my adulthood, involving a steerage-like environment with people surrounding us who are very ill, as in violent seasickness etc. I sincerely believe that certain Irish people share traits that can only be explained by our racial heritage, whether inherited through some kind of collective memory as in flatworm experiments, or due to some intrinsic traits of the Celts. Unfortunately racist dogmas like the Naazis espoused make reasearch into this idea too politically incorrect to entertain. I feel that it is helpful to our individual mental health to know if we have relatives who exhibit unconventional behaviours that we find ourselves reincarnating; so I am happy we have this site.

By: A.T.O'Flynn


1999: Ed Sullivan

we got a computer for Xmas, and Mum decided she wanted to find out about her mother's cousin THE "Ed Sullivan" ( as in Ed Sullivan show") this is what we know - the family were O'Sullivan and came from County Kerry Ireland, they left ( probably during the famine) to American via England. In England John O'Sullivan got off the family had now dropped the "O") the rest went to America. John's brother ( we don't have his name but it could be William) settled, married and had 2 sons we know of, one was Ed ( Edward Vincent Sullivan) and the other was William. John meanwhile was married to a Mary Barrie ( or Barry - we don't know if she was English or Irish) and had 6 children, one who was Mary Ellen Sullivan ( my grandma) if anyone can help with the jigsaw it would be great

By: Lesley


1903: To Canada and then to N.Y.C.

My great grandfather arrived in Saint John NB Canada in the very late 1800's when he was 14 years. He became an endentured servant but later became a "full citezen". He had seven sons. i am decended from the youngest who stayed in canada. the rest all went to New York City and Boston. I would be interested in hearing from anyone who is decended from Edward Sullivan of from the south shore of Killarney lake who moved to Saint john NB.

By: Pat Sullivan


1859: John Sullivan Weds Julia O'neil

John Sullivan weds Julia O'Neil in St. Mary's RCC Potsdam N'Y Jan 1859 they have 6 children Dan, John , James , Mary , Dennis ,Jeramiha,Then John Died Oswego N.Y. 1867 ? and then Julia Married Con. Buckley And lived in South Colton N.Y. in 1865 John was 45 and Julia was 26 and John was Alein This story is still ongoing as We are looking for John's Brith place and who his parrents are will continue This story as information is gathered Any Help will be appreciated Belive John Came through Canada And settled in The St.Lawerance Valley The Feinen movement invaded Canada in 1867 Agroup of feinen crossed lake Erie in barges and held there position until the Us Cut off supplies and they Surendered Who were these men was John one of them

By: Bill Sullivan


1845: Timothy Daniel Sullivan in Love

My great-great-grandfather Timothy Daniel Sullivan was best known as a fiery politician, Lord Mayor of Dublin, Member of Parliament, and author of reams of patriotic verse. However he also published the following verse

By: Mark Magner


1800: Thomas Sullivan Kicked Out

I don't have much to go on, but my father tells me that my great-great-grandfather Daniel Thomas Sullivan was shipped over to New York at the age of 13 or 14. My father claims that the story passed down says Thomas was kicked out of the family, although we know what happens to stories when they go through enough people. I don't know the year, but it would have been around late 1700's or early 1800's. He started a dairy farm in New York that lasted till my dad was an adult. His son was Hyrum Sullivan and his family called him John L. for whatever reason. Anyway, any information on this would be helpful.

By: Richard Sullivan


1895: Sound familiar??

My great-grandfather was born in County Kerry in 1895. By 1900, his parents had brought hin to America. My grandmother was born to him in 1925, Mary Dorothy Sullivan. She was one of nine children. her mother's name was Mary, and in 1945 she married John Patrick Campbell, from Wishaw, Scotland. If this sounds familiar let me know. Or if you are a Sullivan from County Kerry, or a Campbell from Wisha, you have a long lost cousin who is looking for you.

By: Heather Mary


1835: Lost Sullivans

This is the year my 3rd great grandfather, Henry Sullivan was born somewhere in Tennessee to Jeremiah Sullivan and Mary Elizabeth Johnson Sullivan. We've not been able to find out where Jeremiah came from or any of the family before him. This particular bunch of Sullivans were and still are farmers. The eventually ended up in Kansas and for the most part have stayed put the past 100 years. Now, I have been told that it is entirely possible my Sullivan family did not originate in Ireland, but england instead. I, for one, don't believe it. Some popular Sullivan names in our family were Thomas, Henry, Joseph, Eliza, Sarah, Robert, Owen and Ada. Through whatever Fates there be, I have now made a circle back to the British Isles. I moved here last July from Kansas to marry my husband, a Brit, whom I met via an internet chat room.

By: Nan


1848: Patrick Sullivan, Dunbeg Co.Clare

My grandmother,Sarah Sullivan was the daughter of Michael Sullivan and Bridget Marren.Michael came from Dunbeg Co.Clare and his parents were Patrick Sullivan and Mary McInerny.I would like to know more about Patrick and Mary,I know that they had another son besides Michael,named Luke but would really like to round out this family.Thanks for any help

By: Norma Garvin


1959: Called Sully in Japan

These are my maternal grandparents from Corning, Iowa. They lived on a farm about five miles W. of town and raised beef cattle when I was young, though they had raised dairy cattle, pigs and chickens along with a great variety of other animals when my mother was a girl. My mother,Kathryn,was the oldest of two girls and the 4th child of seven. Her siblings, older brothers, Leo,George, and Vincent and her sister Margery and her younger brothers, Tom and Edward were all born at home. My mother, Kathryn graduated from High school at the age of 15 and after lying about her age began teaching in a one room school house with all eight grades!!! At the age of 20 she applied to teach school overseas for the American Army dependents. Without knowing a soul she traveled west to San Fransisco to sail to Japan!! There she taught for 6 years, where she came by her nickname of 'Sully' before being transferred to Germany and other parts of the world!! More stories to come !!!

By: Marcus Sullivan Loidolt


1959: Kicked Grampa's Leg

It is hard to remember much about my grandfather (Charles Sullivan) as he died when I was only six years old. I do remember that he would always offer me a piece of hard candy from a jar in the pantry and that he was sometimes a bit on the grumpy side. My most vivid memory of him was when he allowed me and my brother to knock on his wooden leg. The wooden leg was the result of a combination of a circulatory problem and his doctor who refused to treat his leg on a weekend.

Grampa Sullivan worked in a book bindry in Cambridge MA and before that, he was a motorman on a trolley system (probably Cambridge).

By: Paul Sullivan


1968: Where Is My Mother?

My, name is Scott Alan Sullivan, at least thats what it was before I was adopted in 1968. I always wonder desperatly where I came from allthough I have always known my real name I only wish I new my true Sullivan roots.I 've read several stories in here but one sticks out. The one about sullivans love for horses, music and other certain traits, which really boggles my mindbecuase I have a love for all of these things such as horses and my greatest love for the guitar. because you see I may never know where I gained the talents that I have. I guess I'm writing this Ina lastditch effort that some Sullivan out there may know who my mother was that had me May 28 1968 at 3

By: Scott Alan Plunkett


1920: Kills Chicken Named Mike

My grandfather Lawrence Sullivan Sr. was born poor in Patterson NJ somewhere around 1910. He had seven brothers and sisters. His father's name was William and his mother's name was Leonia DeWilde Sullivan. My grandfather although a city boy was agrarian in nature. At one point in his childhood he was given two chickens which he named Mike and Ike. According to my grandfather, who was aman of very few words, his chickens used to follow him around. One day as my grandfather was passing through a door with his chickens following, he must have had a momentary lapse and he slammed the door, thus killing the chicken Mike. Ike made it through. Somehow I can't help wondering if I'm the namesake of a chicken...

By: Michael Sullivan


1999: Where the Heck Is Everyone?

Hello all, I'm not really here for a story. I was curious to find my father and grandfather. My father's name is Kevin Patrick Sullivan and I believe he lives in Michigan. My Grandfathers name I do not know but he lives in Riverstick, County of Cork, Ireland. I have a son on the way and would like to share the news. I have not seen either of them since i was 8. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

By: Matthew John Sullivan


1898: A Long Journey

This year Daniel Sullivan passed away. He is survived by his Wife Ellen (McQuire) and son John. Daniel and Ellen immigrated from Cork Ireland to Warwick New York. John has gone on to become a carpenter and married Catherine Byron Dwyer. Dennis and Katherine, Catherine's parents are also from Ireland. Dainel and Ellen immigrated from Ireland during the famine. It was a long hard journey and as they landed in New York at Ellis Island,Daniel is said to have kissed the ground and praised the Lord.

By: Hilary Lambert(Sullivan)


1812: War of 1812

July 19, 1883 obit from Urbana (Champaign County), Ohio newspaper Head

By: Don Sullivan


1880: Seek Their Fortune

In 1853, in the Parish of Toor, county of Kerry, Ireland, Mary Sulliven (now married to Michael O'Doyle), gives birth to Michael O'Doyle. I do not know this family's story, but I do know that Michael O'Doyle(the son), marries Mary O'Sweeney, born May 22, 1858 in Parish of Toor, County Kerry, Ireland and they travel together to Massachusetts in 1880, to seek their fortune. On October 1, 1881, in Palmer, Mass., they gave birth to their first child, Mary Cecelia O'Doyle, my maternal grandmother. They had 8 more children. One who was called Danny, who lost his leg working on the railroad. He ran away from home and was never to be heard from again. It is thought that he came to California. I beleive that they moved to a house on Pleasant Street, but there was a fire and the house burned down, leaving the family destitute. My grandmother, Mary Cecelia O'Doyle, at the age of 12 went to work in a silk factory, in Palmer?, Mass. where she was a weaver of fine silk until she married her husband in 1907. If anyone else can add to this story, I would be most appreciative!

By: Kathleen Scott


1858: Murdered on a riverboat?

My great, great, great grandfather Lawrence T. Sullivan married Anna McCabe in Ottawa Illinois. They moved to East ST. Louis Il/ St. Louis Mo where they had four children

By: shar


1895: Delivers Kegs of Beer

My granddad Joseph Sullivan was a teemster and owned a delivery waggon and teem of horses. Grandma had come to America and was staying with relatives when " A fine cut of a man came to deliver kegs of beer to the barkeep." Grandpa may have came to drop off something but when he left that day he had Grandma's heart. Together they raised five boys and today the descendent's are working on the sixth generation. When I see pictures of my cousin's and their families I can't help but think if my Grandparent's had any idea of what a clan they started here in America.

By: Reggie


1925: Pioneer Judge Called to Rest

Peter O'Sullivan, first judge of Wallowa County (Oregon) died last Friday night, Sept. 11, 1925, in a hospital in Portland...The body was brought to Enterprise on Monday & funeral services were held Tuesday morning at the undertakers's chapel, and burial was at the Enterprise Catholic Cemetery... Peter O'Sullivan was born in Ireland in 1841. He came with his parents when a small child to the US and first lived in Vermont, then in Indiana and later in Missouri, where he worked as a young man in a store and was a member of the town council and later mayor of Knobnoster. In 1880, he came west to Oregon to the upper Wallowa Valley and took up land south of Enterprise, where he lived for 26 years. His place lay on both sides of the recently built county road which runs from town south. Part of it is now the farm of John D. Laird and part is the Marion Langston farm. Selling his land, Mr. O'Sullivan moved to La Grande in 1906. Later he went to Pendleton and then to central Oregon where he embarked in the sheep business in 1913, when he was past 70 years old. However, he retired shortly thereafter and moved to Portland. In 1868, Mr. O'Sullivan married Mary O'Brian. Mrs. O'Brian passed away while they were living in Enterprise, OR. (This information above was taken from a newspaper clipping probably the Enterprise newspaper. If anyone has any info on Mr. O'Sullivan or Miss O'Brian, please contact me. Thanks.

By: Chuck


1990: Jasimer Linus Sullivan

Jasimer Linus Sullivan ( b. June 15, 1974) died March 1, 1990, in Underhill, VT, from injuries sustained in a snowmobile accident. He left his parents, David Leo and Ruth Mary (Mclane), and 5 siblings, David Jr, Suzanna, Caroline, Winifred, and Nate.

By: S. Brown


1999: O'Sullivan in Nova Scotia

I came accross this web site and was amazed by the ammout of history there was recorded on the Sullivan/O'Sullivan clan. My branch of the family came to Canada (Nova Scotia) in the early 1900's from Irland and now span four generations. Most of us are into Bussiness, teachers, contruction workers, cooks, technical engieners. Some of us are into art, as in painting, photography, cartoons, music and video. Even though I am only 19 now, I am experienced in Animation, Interactive Multimedia, Digital imaging, Drawing, Computer repair, music and Video. I plan to make the name O'Sullivan well known in the entertainment industry. It may be difficult, but this is what I enjoy doing and if you make a carrer out of somthing you enjoy, you can not lose. (except if you end up in a tragic farming accident.)

By: Shane O'Sullivan


1850: Sullivan Cherokees

Hey, while I'm at it, does anyone have any information on any of the following people? They are ancestors of mine, but I've got a few blanks here. The help would be greatly appreciated! Here's a quick recap of what my Daddy told me

By: Robin Sullivan Ball


1602: Munstermen to Ulstermen

According to my family's oral history,that of my father and his father, our anglicised family name is Moyna( Minnagh )and means little. In Irish however it is Muinneach translates as "Man of Munster". We are descended from those people(36 men and 1 woman) who remained in Ulster after Donal Cam's exit to Spain. The clans people of O'Neil gave us the displaced name to protect our ancestors true identity from the Lord Deputy and his his assasins. Sadly my source of information, my father died? in a "house search" in 1977 in our home in Belfast, at the hands of Bath's successors. My mother survives and has all his legends and stories, I hope she'll part with them this year. Grat Site for the Clann gan Parduin.Slan go foill Bhfuil lahm foisteanach abu beannachtai Caoimhin Muinneach, An Cam Nua Eabharc

By: MicIgo O'Suillibheain


1999: Beara Web Site

hi just to tell you that the[ o sullivan back home] are building a web site. on the web site will be the march of o sullivan beara or[ beare] all about the beara peninsula , we are developing a walking route from dunboy on beara peninsula home of o sullivan ,to leitrim. and lots more we hope to link to your site if that is ok . we will send a story to print later. web site is /

By: jim o sullivan

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