Tag Archives: William Patrick Dempsey

Shamrocks and shared heritage

First in a series on the Dempsey Cousins Family Research Team.

For St. Patrick’s Day last year I wrote the first of three posts about my Irish ancestors William Patrick and Katherine (Gormley) Dempsey and their lives in Baltimore, Md., during the U.S. Civil War — never imagining that it would lead to new discoveries, never mind new-found cousins.

So I was pleasantly surprised to open my inbox in October 2015 and find an email that began:

Your gggparents are also my gggparents, William and Katherine Dempsey of Baltimore. I and two other cousins are interested in any info or documents you have found regarding their home in Ireland, their emigration and Canadian life.

Shamrocks at the Irish Hunger Memorial in New York, N.Y. (2015) A blog series about my Irish ancestors, written for St. Patrick's Day 2015, has fortuitously led to online collaboration with other descendants of William Patrick and Katherine (Gormley) Dempsey -- third cousins who are also researching the family.  Photo by Molly Charboneau
Shamrocks at the Irish Hunger Memorial in New York, N.Y. (2015) A blog series about my Irish ancestors, written for St. Patrick’s Day 2015, has fortuitously led to online collaboration with other descendants of William Patrick and Katherine (Gormley) Dempsey — third cousins who are also researching the family. Photo by Molly Charboneau

New Dempsey cousins? How exciting!

The email was from  Barb, who is a descendent of James Joseph Dempsey — a son of William and Katherine and an older brother of my great grandmother Elizabeth (Dempsey) Owen.

And it gets better. Soon after I heard from Barb, a second email arrived from John, who is descended from Catherine (Dempsey) Kratz — youngest daughter of William and Katherine and a sister of my great grandmother Elizabeth (Dempsey) Owen.

Cousin collaboration

This was exciting, indeed! Every genealogist longs to find other family members who share their passion for family history research. Now — out of the blue — here were two cousins doing research similar to my own on our mutual Dempsey ancestors.

How much more could we find if we worked together? Probably more than if we each continued on alone.

So I proposed to Barb and John that we set up a listserv (where we could discuss research strategies and findings without cluttering up our inboxes) along with some shared folders (where we could place documents, photos, obituaries, timelines and the like for group members to see). They readily agreed.

In emails, John summed up our mutual enthusiasm for cousin collaboration:

It would be fun to share information and see if we can figure out the mystery of William’s early life in North America…If you can figure out a good way to have multiple contributor communication that works better than email that would be great. The Dempsey clan is growing by the day:)

Thus began the Dempsey Cousins Family Research Team. After much technical back and forth among Barb, John and I to be sure all of our online components worked, we opened for business in October 2015 and began adding other interested Dempsey cousins.

To date we are up to seven Dempsey cousins — descended from different children of our mutual gggrandparents William and Katherine (Gormley) Dempsey — and have already made some interesting discoveries together.

More on those in the next post.

To be continued.

© 2016 Molly Charboneau. All rights reserved.

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

First Blogiversary: A one-gun salute

Today is the First Blogiversary of Molly’s Canopy — the family history blog that I launched on 24 April 2014 to begin sharing the stories of my ancestors and the roads I traveled to find them.

August 2014: Union artillery reenactors. Consider this a one-gun salute on the First Blogiversary of Molly's Canopy -- 24 April 2015. Photo: Molly Charboneau
August 2014: Union artillery reenactors on Governors Island, N.Y. Consider this a one-gun salute on the First Blogiversary of my family history blog Molly’s Canopy. Photo: Molly Charboneau

In weekly posts for the past year, I have primarily chronicled the Civil War experience of my paternal great, great, grandfather Union Pvt. Arthur Bull of the 6th N.Y. Heavy Artillery.

So it seems fitting to celebrate the First Blogiversary of Molly’s Canopy with a one-gun salute by Union artillery reenactors.

This blog came to life amid the boom of cannon at my first Civil War reenactment — the sesquicentennial of the Battle of Saunders Field where my ancestor fought.

And out of that illuminating cloud of gun smoke marched ancestors who have waited patiently for years in my research files — advancing, at last, to tell their stories.

First came my great, great grandfather Arthur Bull who — despite war-related illness — was on duty for key battles of the U.S. Civil War during the 1864 Overland and Shenandoah Valley campaigns.

Soon, others joined him. Arthur’s wife, my great, great grandmother Mary Elizabeth (Blakeslee) Bull, their children and extended family. His 6th N.Y.H.A. commanding officer Bvt. Brig. Gen. J. Howard Kitching and fellow artillerists Capt. John Gedney, Sgt. William Thistleton and Pvt. Orson L. Reynolds — whose writings helped animate Arthur’s wartime experience.

Then my late dad Norm Charboneau, a WWII Navy veteran, who traveled with me on many genealogy research trips and helped me discover Arthur’s story — along with numerous valuable clues about our other mutual ancestors.

Next was my Uncle Fred, dad’s youngest brother, whose letters home from his WW II Army assignment give insights into their family life — and Aunt Gig who gave his letters to Dad.

And most recently, my paternal Irish great, great grandparents Katherine and William Patrick Dempsey and family during their years in Civil War Baltimore, Md.

For the past year this blog has taken me on an incredible, almost magical, journey back through time — as I connected my ancestors to the places and circumstances in which they lived,  the great historic events that shaped their lives, and their unique position in the evolution of my family.

Writing my ancestors’ stories also reconnected me in ways I would not have imagined with my decades of genealogy research. The process helped me identify and evaluate unexamined details in my family history files — and pointed me toward new avenues of research and discovery.

Today, as I celebrate the First Blogiversary of Molly’s Canopy and the beloved ancestors who made it possible, I am so grateful that I went looking  for them all those years ago. They have taught me a lot during the past year — and the journey is far from over.

Tomorrow begins year two, during which new ancestors will make themselves known. My heartfelt thanks to readers of Molly’s Canopy who have hung in with me this past year. And a warm welcome to new readers — I hope you will subscribe and join me on the journey.

© 2015 Molly Charboneau. All rights reserved.

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

Mourning President Lincoln

My great, great grandfather Union Pvt. Arthur Bull was convalescing in the U.S. General Hospital at Fortress Monroe — 150 years ago this week — when he learned of the assassination of U.S. President Abraham Lincoln. This news could not have been good for his recovery from functional heart disease.

http://www.loc.gov/resource/lprbscsm.scsm0302?sp=3
Mourning badge for U.S. President Abraham Lincoln (1865). Throngs of mourners lined the route of Lincoln’s funeral train to bid farewell to a president who had seen them through the U.S. Civil War — only to be brutally struck down just as the serious work of post-war Reconstruction was to begin. Artifact and image: Library of Congress

One can only imagine the shock and dismay that traveled through the hospital wards and along the battlefronts as Union soldiers and sailors learned of the 15 April 1865 death of their beloved president.

They had fought for him, most had voted for him, and many affectionately called him “Father Abraham” and “Old Abe.”  Now without warning, he was gone — shot by a pro-slavery assassin.

Just days before on 9 April 1865 — after Union forces surrounded the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia — Gen. Robert E. Lee had surrendered to U.S. Lt. Gen. Ulysses S. Grant at Appomattox.

The surrender of Confederate troops spanned three days — first cavalry, then artillery and finally infantry exchanging their weapons for a pass to return home to civilian life.

On 12 April 1865 — four years after the shelling of Fort Sumter by the secessionists — the Confederate infantry stacked their weapons at Appomattox.

Pres. Abraham Lincoln was assassinated two days later.

July 2011: Patuxent Research Refuge, Laurel, Md. News of Lincoln's assassination traveled on telegraph lines along this road between Washington, D.C. and Baltimore, Md., where some of those telegraph poles still stand among the trees. Photo by Molly Charboneau
July 2011: Patuxent Research Refuge, Laurel, Md. News of Lincoln’s assassination traveled on telegraph lines along this road between Washington, D.C., and Baltimore, Md. Remnants of the telegraph poles still stand among the trees. Photo by Molly Charboneau

In a 27 April letter, British antislavery author and actress Fanny Kemble captured the widespread grief and anger shared by so many worldwide on learning the circumstances of Lincoln’s death.

I cannot write I feel too incoherently all the horror & misery of this abominable crime — it is a southern deedit represents the spirit of slaveholding.

Sentiment among Union Army ranks ranged from tears to anger to vows of vengeance — sentiments my ancestor Arthur Bull no doubt experienced among his fellow convalescents during his hospital stay.

And I have to wonder: What was the reaction in Baltimore — where my Irish great, great grandparents Katherine and William Patrick Dempsey  lived in 1865 — when they and other residents learned that assassin John Wilkes Booth was from Maryland?

Bidding farewell

After Lincoln’s death, cannons boomed for a day and a night — every half hour — in his honor. A funeral train swathed in black crepe bore him home from Washington, D.C., to Springfield, Missouri, as throngs of mourners lined the route.

Wearing black ribbons and mourning badges, they stood by the tracks to bid farewell to a president who had seen them through the U.S. Civil War — only to be brutally struck down just as the serious work of post-war Reconstruction was to begin.

The loss was still keenly felt more than a decade later when preeminent African-American abolitionist Frederick Douglass spoke these eloquent words in his Oration in Memory of Abraham Lincoln.

…while a great nation, torn and rent by war, was already beginning to raise to the skies loud anthems of joy at the dawn of peace, it was startled, amazed, and overwhelmed by the crowning crime of slavery — the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. It was a new crime, a pure act of malice. No purpose of the rebellion was to be served by it. It was the simple gratification of a hell-black spirit of revenge. But it has done good after all. It has filled the country with a deeper abhorrence of slavery and a deeper love for the great liberator.

© 2015 Molly Charboneau. All rights reserved.

Follow my blog with Bloglovin