First, I hope you all had a very Happy St. Patrick’s Day – Irish or not. 🙂 I managed to take the kids downtown to the parade. It was crowded,but fun!   Here is one of my little leprechauns.


One of the most interesting things about the parade was that there seems to be a tradition that women put on very dark lipstick and then run out and kiss the soldiers, policemen, firemen, etc. that are marching by.  I wonder how long this has been going on.  And do they do this everywhere or is it a Savannah thing?


On to this week’s reads:

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I will be spending today in a sea of green.  I don’t care for crowds, but we’re only living in Savannah for one year and I can’t miss the humongous St. Patrick’s Day parade that they put on here. The fountains and river will be dyed green.  It should be quite a sight to see!

I am very proud of my Irish ancestry.  I thought I would highlight my 3rd great-grandparents, the O’Connors.

Patrick O’Connor was born in County Cork, Ireland in about 1830-1832.  According to family history, his wife Mary Denahy was the first to immigrate to the United States.  She was pregnant at the time and was sent to Dubuque, Iowa to work at a monastery.  I still have no information on their marriage, so I don’t know if she was married before she left or not.  I thought that it would be odd for her to have been sent to a monastery if she were married. Another mystery to solve.  Anyway, according to family history, she sent money and he was supposed to follow.  He spent the money and she had to send more.  He did eventually make it to Iowa, where they farmed the monastery for a number of years before moving to Hubbard, Nebraska.  I am related through their daughter, Ellen Louise O’Connor.

Patrick looks a little like a leprechaun to me. 🙂 Maybe it’s the Abraham Lincoln beard with no mustache.  I’m not sure.

And Mary.  I wouldn’t want to mess with her!

The poor woman doesn’t look very comfortable in her dress, does she?

I wish I had a picture of them when they were younger, but I am eternally thankful for this one.






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I’ve always loved this picture of my great-grandfather, Theodore Sanchez.

This is one of the only ones I have of him when he was young.

The banjo cracks me up.

Did he really play it?  Or was it simply a prop?  Would someone want their picture taken with a banjo if they didn’t play it?

I’m sure that there are people out there nowadays that would love to get their picture taken with an electric guitar, even though they don’t play it.  It would be cool.  Is he just trying to play cool with the banjo? 🙂

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While I was vacationing in Florida this past week, I came across this sign, marking the site of an African Cemetery on Higgs Beach, Key West.  It is so sad. 🙁

Here is a transcription of the sign:


Near this site lie the remains of 294 African men, women, and children who died in Key West in 1860.  In the summer of that year, the U.S. Navy rescued 1, 432  Africans from three American-owned ships engaged in the illegal slave trade. Ships bound for Cuba were intercepted by the U.S. Navy, who brought the freed Africans to Key West where they were provided with clothing, shelter, and medical treatment. They had spent weeks in unsanitary and inhumane conditions aboard the slave ships. The U.S. steamships Mohawk, Wyandott, and Crusader rescued these individuals from the Wildfire, where 507 were rescued; the William, where 513 were rescued;  and the Bogota where 417 survived. In all, 294 Africans succumbed at Key West to various diseased caused by conditions of their confinement. They were buried in unmarked graves on the present day Higgs Beach where West Martello Tower now stands. By August, more than 1,000 survivors left for Liberia, West Africa, where the U.S. Government supported them for a time. Hundreds died on the ships before reaching Liberia. Thus, the survivors were returned to their native land, Africa, but not to their original homes on that continent.


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My ancestor, Austin Agee, served with the Confederacy during the Civil War.

After his death in 1890, his wife Eliza applied for and received a widow’s pension.

I was so excited to receive this packet a number of years ago. Up until that point, I had assumed that those who served under the Confederacy didn’t receive pensions.  This was only a few pages long, so nothing compared to the Union pension packets, but it is full of very helpful, important information.

Here are the scanned images of what I have.

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