Saint Patrick’s Day Holds Special Significance For My Family
Saint Patrick’s Day has always been important for my family because of our Irish heritage. My mother’s maiden name was Geraghty. My other hobby is genealogy. I have traced our family tree back to our European roots – Irish, English, Welsh and Scottish on my mother’s side and English and Polish on my father’s. I have another blog about our family history called This is Who We Are.
My Irish Family’s Emigration to New Zealand
My Irish ancestors emigrated from County Cavan to New Zealand in 1865 on board the Ganges. Patrick and Bridget Geraghty (nee Brady) had an eventful journey as she gave birth to a son, naming him Bartholemew Ganges Geraghty after the ship. There were 56 deaths on board the Ganges from bronchitis and whooping cough.
Patrick and Bridget emigrated to New Zealand because of the chance to own their own land. The potato famine had caused 1.5 million deaths in Ireland, and led to mass emigration to New Zealand, America and other parts of the world. They had another 11 children. One of their children died at the age of 2, another at 16.
The Early Settlers Had a Tough Life
Life was very tough for the Irish settlers as they were housed in rough conditions then moved to a small town in the Waikato, Tuakau. The New Zealand wars were fought in the area. The Alexander Redoubt was built by the British troops and it was here that the wars with the Maori took place. The result was that land was confiscated from the Maori to be used for farming for the settlers. This caused a lot of tension between the settlers and the Maori in the area.
The family became flax farmers as they had been allocated a 10 acre block. The demand for flax fibre for ropes was high, and there were numerous flax mills in the area. The Geraghty family have made their mark in Tuakau. There are a couple of roads named after them, and the cemetary in Tuakau has many of the descendants of Patrick and Bridget. They are buried in a large grave with an impressive monument to the Geraghty name along with several of their children. They began what is now a huge number of descendants who bear the Geraghty name in their family tree.
Treasured Memories of my Irish Grandfather
My grandfather was a third generation New Zealander. He moved north to Dargaville after he married my English grandmother. My grandfather wore a green jumper frequently. He was a gentle, kind man but also tough. His whole back yard was a potato garden. The potato famine must have impacted the family through the generations.
St. Patrick’s Day Is Bittersweet
My family always celebrated St. Patricks Day but it holds bittersweet memories for me. It is also the anniversary of my mother’s death. Mum passed away from cancer in 1991, 30 years ago today.
Her passing was quite sudden. This photo was taken of her on my hen’s night approximately 6 months before her death. She was completely fine then and we had no inkling that cancer was metastasizing inside her. In January she came to stay with me and my sister and I noticed that she wasn’t herself. She seemed vague and not sprightly, and wandered off during a walk.
A Heart-breaking Diagnosis
I took her to my GP who ordered a CT Scan of her brain. Being a nurse, my curiosity overcame me and I looked at the results. The shock of reading that she had multiple metastases in her brain will always stay with me. Having to phone dad and my brothers was incredibly hard.
We never did find out what her primary cancer was, but it was probably lung cancer. The only treatment available in those days was radiotherapy which would have taken weeks to administer, and only extended her life for a few more weeks. We decided to take mum home and make the most of the time we had left.
She had a burning desire to see her family so we took her to Sydney and Melbourne on the train to visit them. Her brother, sister and nephew flew from New Zealand to meet up with us there. My sister decided to take mum back to New Zealand to visit her other family members there. Unfortunately mum took a sudden turn for the worse and passed away in her hometown, Dargaville.
Remembering my Mother on St. Patrick’s Day
Mum’s family looked after us all so well. Her brother arranged the funeral and she is buried with her mum in Auckland. Every time I go to New Zealand it is the first place I visit. We have also buried a small portion of my dad’s and sister’s ashes with mum so that they can be together in spirit.
Mum was buried on my 25th birthday. It just seems so weird to think she’s been gone for 30 years. She was my age – 54 when she died. Far too young to die. I can’t imagine dying at my age. She definitely wasn’t ready to go. She wanted to see grandchildren but none of her four children had had kids yet.
Saint Patrick’s Day Today
I keep in contact with her family as they are such lovely people. I visit them when I go to New Zealand. Over the years my celebration of my Irish heritage has become more subdued. I used to go to an Irish pub to eat Guinness pie and enjoy the Saint Patrick’s Day festivities. On her 10th anniversary my father, brother and I enjoyed a fantastic day in Auckland at the Irish pubs. I just don’t enjoy it anymore. I decided that I would have a quiet day of reflection instead.
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