This site is dedicated to the descendants of
John Hynes
(born c. 1802 Ireland - died January 18, 1896 Ferryland, Newfoundland)
This site chronicles the search for our family in Ireland and will include a little about the family here in Newfoundland. Our family's history in Newfoundland has been fully researched and is complete. We descended from one man, John Hynes of Ireland.
John Hynes arrived in Ferryland, Newfoundland, Canada around 1840-1841. It is not known at present the exact town in Ireland from which he came. John Hynes left only one clue, that he was one of the "Boys of *Gull-my." [*phontic spelling] We do know he came fromCo. Kilkenny (according to his obituary) and of course there is a Parish of Galmoy in Co. Kilkenny.
I would appreciate any and all feed-back relating to our search and the family tree as it relates to Ireland. You can email me at the link below if you have any information or questions regarding the family and the search for the elusive John Hynes.
History of the Clan O h-Eidhin
The Hynes', Hines, O'Heyne's descend from one of the original septs of Ireland. Our clans history is long and illustrious. The clan descends from Danti the last pagan king of Ireland. Mor a daughter of The O'Heyne clan married Brian Boru, acknowledged by many to be the greatest king of Ireland.
In Kilmacduagh there is a church "the O'Heyne Chapel" which was built in the 13th century and has been restored. Its founder St. Colman (a kinsmen of the O'Heyne) is said to have been laid to rest in the centre of the adjoining cemetery.
The O'Heyne coat of Arms is depicted at the top of this page. It features two lions rampant combatant counterchanged. The crest is a dexter arm armed embowed the hand grasping a sword all proper.
If you would like more on the history of the Clan O h-Eidhin please contact me.
NEW RESEARCH !!!
Well it seems as if we have found part of the story of the elusive John Hynes. He was born in County Kilkenny according to a recently made available obituary. A huge "THANK YOU" to Kevin Reddigan for that tidbit of information. Well we set to work on the maps again trying to find "Gull - my" and sure didn't it jump off the page at us. Big as Gilderoy! The parish of Galmoy. Sure it don't get any clearer than that do it!
Well it seems that in Co. Kilkenny the term "the boys of Galmoy" is a commonly used term to identify 6 young men who were hung for murder in 1824. There has even been a book published recently titled Six Years in Galmoy: Rural Unrest in Co. Kilkenny 1819 - 1824. The information was given to me by no less than the author himself, Padraig O Machain in response to a letter to the Editor that I had published in the paper Kilkenny People. The book discusses that whole period of unrest that culminated in the hanging of 6 young men. Mr. O Machain did not have any record of a John Hynes in any of his research, but that is not to say he was not a peripheral part of the whole affair. In any case it seems to verify in some way the stories that he told of being involved in some illicit activities. I will keep digging on this one because it is too good to let go!!!
THE PLOT THICKENS.....
I have found James Hynes (son of Edward Hynes and Ellen Meaney - see family tree page for more info). He emmigrated to Massachusetts in 1923 and married a woman Mary F. about 1927. They had at least one child, Mary A. who was born about 1929. James was a "reelmaker" at the local steelmill according to the 1930 USA census. James died in July 1966, in Worchester, Massachusetts.
Living with Dementia
Remember Me
Remember me as I used to be
When my mind was clear and my spirit free.
When I loved to watch the sun sink low
And spread the sky with its golden glow.
At the start of each new day,
Heard robins sing in their special way
I lived and loved as others did,
While in my mind a demon hid.
And lay in wait for that awful day,
When it would come and claim its prey.
I was its victim and as you can see,
It now has full control of me.
It trapped me in a prison cell
Where I live each day in my private hell.
My past is gone, my future bleak,
As forgotten things I vainly seek.
My family I no longer know
And love for them I cannot show.
I cannot tell dawn from dusk,
My mind is just an empty husk.
I must depend upon people like you,
With patience and love to see me through.
Please think of me as I used to be,
When my mind was clear and my spirit free.
[this poem was given to me by my Grandfather,William Hynes who remembers when Tese's spirit was free - I remember too!]
Sadly Nan passed away in August 2004 with most of us at her bedside, under her wing, just the way she would have wanted it. We miss her terribly but know that now she has been released from the prison her mind and body had become. We love you Tesie Knox!
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