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John Holding bordered a ship in Liverpool in the early years of the 1880’s along with his young family, surely with the giddy images of the new world flitting through his mind. But what brought him to leave behind the land of his birth?

Shropshire at this time was experiencing a ‘depression’ of sorts with prolonged spells of wet weather ruining cereal crops across the county. Consequently a shift in agrarian practices saw farmers leaning away from tillage and towards livestock farming. This brought about an inevitably increase in the costs of any businesses using cereals, such as bread making, as it primary raw material. It is possible that the increased costs effected this income to such a level that a departure from England and a move to a more favourable settings was the only outcome. Obviously the lure of a life in an urban environment far removed from his country-side background would also have appealed to him as would the idea of boundless opportunities which may have seemed limitless. But what he could never comprehend the tragic circumstances that would hang over the family for a generation.

Boarding the boat on that fateful day was his wife of eight years Elizabeth, nee Wylde, along with their four children John Henry, Amy, Frederick and Etheldreda. The family had left England to begin a new life in Massachusetts where John promptly found himself returning to the skills learnt back in his fathers business. Initially in the City Directories for Boston, John was listed as a baker working out of Albany Street, but presumably this baking business didn’t take off as by 1885 he has reverted back to his other skill, that of shoe-making.

This change in business structure would appear to have been more of a success with John continuing in this trade up until 1892 by which time he had become a naturalised citizen. Furthermore another son, Frank, had been born. Around this period the family returned to England and Shropshire once again for reasons that are unclear. It would appear that a short return was not planned which could have involved for instance a parents death, and instead a full repatriation to England was planned. By the 1890’s Shropshire’s local landlords, in an attempt to alleviate effects of the past decade of depression had provided a temporary relief to tenants. This relief in many cases now became a lasting reduction in rents with grazing rates reduced by 15% while arable rates were reduced by as much as 20%. These recent changes in relief may certainly have persuaded John to leave the States and return home and it is clear that he considered himself a farmer at this stage. This is in fact the occupation that John lists for himself in a ship manifest showing travellers arriving into Boston in the summer of 1895.

Once again the family had returned to the States after a period of just 3 years and John resumed his shoe-making business, this time working from Pleasant Street in Suffolk. A relative calm now prevailed as John expanded his business over the next few years to include his son John Henry within a new company under the title ‘John Holding and Son- shoe and bootmakers’. In 1907 John seems to have left the business in the capable hands of his son John Henry and took a retirement of sorts and moved to the outskirts of Boston where he worked as a farmer in some capacity at Poplar Street. It was here that misfortune truly began for the family.

Etheldreda, the youngest daughter of John, was admitted to hospital with an abscessed appendix in mid August of that year. Within two weeks she would be dead having suffered an acute dilatation of the stomach and heart. This stretching of the linings of both organs was brought about by the appendix infection and this in turn effected blood flow to the heart. The rapid decline of the young lady would indicate that heart failure was the final cause of death.

The following year police were called to the home of Ethelreda’s older brother Frederick in Folsom Street. Inside they found his lifeless body – the result of a gunshot wound to the head, self-inflicted during an episode that was described as a moment of insanity.

Burying his two children obviously affected John and Elizabeth greatly and in an attempt to escape this grief they moved further away from Boston with John even purchasing a farm in the suburbs of Canton where he employed Frank. But the tragic grip that death held on the family could not be escaped. 1911 saw John’s beloved wife Elizabeth pass away having suffered from Bright’s disease, or nephritis, for two years. This affliction involves a gradual inflammation of the kidneys, effecting the bodies ability to remove urea from it’s system. Over time the high levels of nitrogen causes uraemia which untreated can cause heart failure which was what Elizabeth died from ultimately. The psychological impact of this loss exacerbated that which had already befallen John, and just over a year later the police department were once again called to his residence with a similarly grim discovery awaiting the unfortunate policemen on duty. Like his son before him John had shot himself in the head with instant death the result. He was laid to rest alongside his wife Elizabeth and daughter Etheldreda at Hope cemetery.

With the loss of both of his parents Frank left the family farm and once again started working as a leather cutter closer to the city. In the intervening years he had lost his parents, and two older siblings. His other brother and sister John Henry and Amy were living and working in the central parts of the city with their families but he himself was alone in the world. If only he had married, he may have thought, on the balmy summer night in 1914, things may have been different. He mind may also have drifted back to the time over three decades previously when his family excitedly stepped onto the lands of America for the first time. Their innocent minds untainted as yet of the tragedy that would befall the family. Later that evening the neighbours heard a lone gunshot coming from Frank apartment as he became the family’s final victim of temporary insanity causing suicide.

References:

US and England Census Returns for the years 1871-1940

Boston City Directories

US Naturalization Records

Manchester passenger and crew records, 1820-1963

Massachusetts Death Records 1841-1915

R. Perren, ‘Effects of Agricultural. Depression on English. Estates of the Dukes of Sutherland, 1870-1900’ (Nottingham Univ. Ph.D. thesis, 1967)

D C Cox, J R Edwards, R C Hill, Ann J Kettle, R Perren, Trevor Rowley and P A Stamper, ‘Domesday Book: 1875-1985’, in A History of the County of Shropshire: Volume 4, Agriculture, ed. G C Baugh and C R Elrington (London, 1989 )

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Diary of Thomas Keher of Ballyglass sss

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The following is an almost direct transcription of an autobiographical account of the early life of the author Thomas Keigher formally of Ballyglass and his arrival and subsequent life in the States.

I was born in County Roscommon in Ireland around 1903 and I was educated at Caddlebrook National School, a very small school. When all the registered children were in school, they would number about 60. Some days we had only about 20. I lived about a mile from the school or less. I started to go to school before I was 3 years old. No doubt my mother wanted us out of the way so she could do her work at home. I was the 7th of 10 children born. There were six boys and four girls in our family. The girls were the oldest.

>Ella, Marion and Elizabeth were the three older girls. Then came John, Henry, James, Tom and Dominick. Winifred and Austin were the youngest. For a while we all went to school together. What a time it was for Mother getting ten children ready for school in the morning. One day, my fathers sister, our Aunt Ann sent Ella my oldest sister the passage paid to Boston. Ann lived in Dorchester and was a Mrs. Romer. Her husband was born in Prussia in Germany, and was a building inspector in Boston. He seemed to come from a nice family, was a gentleman all through. Like all men there may have been a time when he was difficult but Aunt Ann had a grand way, she never seemed to be angry or loose her temper. She was a real nice person never spoke loud would always smile and would never, agitate anyone. So that was where Ella came to Romers.

The Romers children were all grown up. One son was a building commissioner at Boston and a daughter was married to an attorney at law. Their one remaining daughter Charlotte taught school in Jamaica Plain. Aunt Ann And Uncle Edward were alone but for Charlotte in their house so they had lots of room. That was the start of the trek of our family to Boston. We all cried until we got sick when Ella left home. My Mother said that it was the first break up of our family. Ella was very young to face the world though my father depended a lot on Aunt Ann, he had no fear that his child would be safe. But still it was like a wake, at home. Mother never stopped crying and praying but at last a letter came and Ella was alright. Then one by one the children started to leave.

My sister Elizabeth died. Marion went to Boston and trained to become a nurse, graduating from Lynn Hospital. She worked all of her life in the city as a school nurse. John became a clerk in a dry good store in another town while Henry went to Dublin to learn the grocery business. James came to Boston where he had little luck and died young leaving behind a wife and two children. At home in Ireland. we were getting better off. I sent home a lot of money from England and my brother Dominick used this to extend the farm.

The trouble with England was getting more complicated each day and all the boys in the villages were on the run whether members of the IRA or not. It was unsafe to get caught by the military or auxiliaries known as the Black and Tans. Because they wore Khaki pants and Royal Irish constabulary black tunics they got the name Black and Tans. It was an awful time for the people of Ireland but then came the truce and the establishment of the Irish Free State. The people were happy to have peace again.

My brother Dominick and I joined the Civic Guard – the new Irish Police Force where we carried no arms. Sadly trouble again descended on the country. The IRA sought to brake the treaty and renew the struggle with England for the freedom of the north Eastern counties. For its part the Free State fought to maintain order and peace with England. The smouldering fires still goes on. Neither side wanted to part with the Ulster counties and that is the way I left it when I resigned from the Civic Guard and came to the USA.

I had learned the plastering trade in England and I thought in a few years I would have enough money to go home marry my girl and even to bring her to America. But the worst depression in the history of the USA was waiting for me to arrive here. I got a few weeks work after coming but then the bottom fell out of everything in a few months and no one was working. People that had money in the banks lost everything. All the banks closed with only Government controlled banks staying opened. My girl wrote to me many times to know why I wasn’t writing and I had to tell her that I couldn’t find work and couldn’t bring her out here and couldn’t go home either. My sister told me to find new lodgings. She had a young family and couldn’t afford to keep idle brothers – there were John, James and I and we were all out of work. So with 25 cents in my pocket I left my sisters house in Malden and went into Boston. I was searching for a place to board and couldn’t find any without a weeks pay in advance but I had no money. Then I met John Driscoll. I had worked before with him plastering and I told him how I was fixed. He gave me some money and found me a room. On the next Monday morning I got a job at the General Electric Plant at Everett. My luck had changed. From then on I found one job or another. I wasn’t particular anymore. Any kind of work I grabbed it and I gave up the idea of plastering.

My Kathleen married a farmer at home. I felt very lost for her and always will.

Sources:

The information was transcribed from Thomas Keigher’s own biography with permission to use this account gratefully received by his family members

An extension of this account concerning Thomas Keigher’s older brother James has been appended here

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