
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
McIlhagger Family

Tuesday, 29 September 2009
A Double Puzzle
Friday, 25 September 2009
Ballyportery roundup
Thursday, 24 September 2009
PRONI moving and SROs
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
Third Son
Monday, 21 September 2009
James of Ballyportery
Saturday, 19 September 2009
Prisoner of War

Friday, 18 September 2009
Richard and horses
Thursday, 17 September 2009
A baker in Australia

Wednesday, 16 September 2009
McIlhagga-Robinson
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
M.I. in Marlow
One of my objects in publishing this blog is to show as many old clan photographs and Memorial Inscriptions as possible, though I have to say they are 'few and far between'. Today's Memorial Inscription follows yesterday's blog. Among the third generation of the McIlhagga-McCulloch family we have Esther Loakman who, when she was a widow, married John McIlhagga and lived in London. She is on the headstone as Esther McIlhagga, 29th December 1959.Monday, 14 September 2009
McIlhagga-McCulloch
Saturday, 12 September 2009
Maxwellswalls strays
Wednesday, 9 September 2009
Lily - Elizabeth
Tuesday, 8 September 2009
Four Brothers
I wrote recently about the family of Nathaniel Owens and Henrietta McIlhagga who had nine children. No fewer than four brothers served in the First World War in the Canadian Expeditionary Force. John Hutchinson, born 8th July 1880 was granted land in Canada and married Mary Ellen, born 1882. On the 1911 Saskatchewan Census he and Mary are listed as McIllagga, so he must have married before this. He enlisted in the 46th Battalion Canadian Infantry, Saskatchewan Regiment with number 781528. When he enlisted he was living in Outlook, Saskatchewan and was employed as a Labourer. He had served previously in the 134th Company, the Imperial Yeomanry, Irish Horse, gaining the South African Ribbon. Perhaps his experience abroad encouraged him to emigrate, albeit in the opposite direction! According to his attestation paper he was 5'10" in height, had a 37.1/2" chest, fair complexion, gray (sic) eyes, black hair,and was a Presbyterian. His unit set sail for Europe on 15th October 1916. Tragically John was killed in action at Passchendale in France almost exactly a year later on 26th October, 1917. His memorial is at Tyne Cot Cemetery, Zonnebeke, West-Vlaanden, Belgium. A year later, on 31st October 1918 an In Memoriam 'advertisement' appeared in the North American Lumber & Supply Co. (Magazine?) which simply said, 'Pt. John H. McIlhagga by his wife Mary E. McIlhagga'. John's wife lived on in Canada and died on 16th January 1941 in Vancouver.Monday, 7 September 2009
Irish Newspaper Article
'I see that the ESRI has published a report showing that job applicants with Irish surnames are twice as likely to get to the interview stage. So what exactly is an “Irish” surname, and how can you make sure yours is Irish enough?
The first step, obviously, is to stick on an “O” or a “Mc”. Mackiewicz is certainly not Irish enough, but McKiewicz might just get you through the front door. Okechukwu will send your CV to the bottom of the pile, no doubt. O’Kechukwu is unlikely to do much better, however.
So what else can you do? A lot depends on where precisely in Ireland the CV sorter comes from. If they’re from Limerick they might recognise Ebzery and Birhagra and Fizell as perfectly ordinary names. Unless they’re from Antrim, McLuggage will probably sound like a bogus asylum seeker. Vizard, Kyne, Derenzi, Wallox, Mullinax - these are all perfectly familiar surnames in some parts of the country, but could be serious obstacles in job-hunting.
You could always try to disguise the name. Try dressing up Mahmoud El Hagga as Mattie McIlhagga, perhaps? The problem is that for many in the South, McIlhagga (and McEldoon and McClurkan and McIlweel) sounds as foreign as Swahili.
I suspect respectable English or Welsh surnames – Whitaker, Dawson, Jones, Robinson – are unlikely to be weeded out. What's wanted is a white, familiar, Anglophone name, not necessarily an Irish one.
The message for Irish Human Resource departments is that surnames don’t have dark skin and strange accents and funny food and they won’t come over here and take all our jobs. Judging people by their surnames makes as much sense as judging them by their eye colour. A peculiar-smelling surname is not going to marry your daughter.'