Saturday, April 30, 2011

John H. Shea of St. Thomas visits the "Auld Sod." 1902

     John H. Shea was the son of Timothy Shea and Mary Hessian.  He was born in 1861 in Derrynane.  He married Ellen "Nellie" Lynch in 1895 at St. Thomas. Timothy Shea was the son of Thomas Shea and Ellen Sullivan. It is believed Thomas died before the family emigrated.  Ellen Sullivan Shea lived in St. Thomas and is buried in St.Thomas Cemetery.
     In 1902 there was an article in the Le Sueur News about John's trip to Ireland. The Sheas emigrated from Carragraigue, Dromtarriff, Cork, Ireland according to several of the family members' baptismal records. At the time of this article, Jeremiah Shea was living in Ireland.  He was an uncle of John H.  Jeremiah moved back to Ireland about 1894.  He returned to Minnesota about 1904.

Here is the text of the account of John H. Shea's trip to Ireland in 1902.  It appeared in the Le Sueur News 17 July 1902.

John H. Shea of St. Thomas, Describes  the Scenes and Incidents of His Recent Trip to Ireland

Editor to the Le Sueur News--By request I send you a few lines about he journey I just completed. After leaving Montgomery at 9 o'clock in the morning of March 31st, at daylight next morning I was at West Liberty and the country was beginning to put on its coat of green.  From there to Chicago it looked fine. I stayed an hour in Chicago then went to Mansfield, Ohio, the city where the Aultman & Taylor threshing machine works are located, a place of interest to me. I secured a pass from the superintendent and viewed all of the magnificent works. Next morning, I started for the smoky city of Pittsburg, with its coal mines and coal cars standing on all railroad tracks in that city. After seeing the places of interest, I took the Valley Road for Ford City, forty miles from Pittsburg and looked at the glass and pottery works of that place. There glass is made of sand and all kinds of pottery is made. The gas wells in the mountains are also seen.  The gas is conveyed for miles in pipes from one city to another.  There are not many oil wells in this vicinity but many are found in eastern Ohio and in parts of Pennsylvania.  Leaving Ford City for Philadelphia, I went to Blaisville Intersection, a small town at the foot of the Alleghany mountains. When the train arrived we went over the mountains, a fine sight, the most important point is horse shoe bend, where the train almost runs double on a steep down grade.  As it was Sunday I remained in Philadelphia, a nice city, and went to New York the next morning. The sun was bright, the country fine, and the train run fast, but I was lonesome, being so far from home and the ones I left behind. Arriving in New York, I almost felt lost with its elevated railroads, electric cars, horse cars, drays and buggies and people of all kinds. Staying there long enough to see the metropolis, I bought my passage for Queenstown and arrived there April 16.  As the big ship does not go to the harbor I went in on a tender and Ireland looked beautiful and strange to me. With its barracks, stone cliffs and green fields to the right and no less beautiful Spike Island to the left.  
     When landed we passed through the custom house and had our baggage examined.  The first thing I noticed odd was instead of using trucks in moving trunks to the custom house the men carried them on their backs. Next was the money and when I asked for a ticket there were three classes, first, second and third, all paying the way they wished to travel. I arrived at my uncle's in the evening in the County Cork. The next morning we went to see a small mountain with a castle on top of it, large trees cover the mountain and ivy has grown over the castle. The fields are small and fenced with stone walls; the roads are wide and in good condition made of limestone and kept in repair by the government. There is but little cultivation in the South of Ireland.  The chief occupation is raising cattle and selling milk.  Most of the work is done on two wheel carts drawn by a donkey jennet or horse.  The wages for men are about one half what they are here. The cities are built of stone and look old; in every town there are many bakeries, the bread being taken on carts through the country and sold to the farmers. I traveled most of Ireland and saw the Galty mountains with their tops in the clouds and the Lakes of Kilarney, the noted lakes of the Emerald Isle, also saw the International Exposition at Cork. 
      Leaving Ireland Sunday morning, the sun was shining bright and Cork harbor was filled with ships of all descriptions. About 200 emigrants left the harbor for America. We sailed out to meet the big ship, four miles distant. We met a ship returning form South Africa loaded with soldiers and by the color of their uniforms which was brown they looked like a swarm of bees in a hive.  When we came in light of the big ship which was a very large one--650 ft. long , with a crew of 450 men, traveling 525 miles a day and uses 500 tons of coal each day, it had 130 first cabin, 174 second cabin and 800 steerage passengers a board. I arrived in New York Friday night and remained on the ship until 10:30 a. m. Saturday.
     The passengers did not sleep much Friday night as all were on deck at four o'clock Saturday morning.  Three other big ships were in the bay as well as many small ones and when the sun arose and shown bright it made Long Island with its rich looking residences look grand, also the fort , on the other side with its cannon pointing out to the water.  When we landed and had our baggage examined I took the first train from New York for the town of Schaghticoke, twenty miles north of Albany where I remained for a short time with cousins. There are fine orchards and living springs of water at almost every house.  The country from New York to Troy, along the Hudson River, looked beautiful with the river in the center, boats running up and own and the mountains on each side, covered with green trees. The mountains in Ireland look black being covered with moss, turn and rocks. 
     After leaving Albany for home, I took the West Shore road to Niagara Falls, one of America's most wonderful sights, then through Canada to Detroit, were our train of ten coaches was run onto a ferry boat and taken across the river.  Having crossed Michigan to Chicago I remained there three house then took the Wisconsin Central for Minneapolis, where I stayed a short time and went to Le Sueur arriving on the noon train glad to see a town I knew after the long journey about strangers where "I knew none, and none knew me."  I enjoyed the trip for I went to see and I have seen.  --John H. Shea

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