The Reunion

The reunion was the entire reason of the trip. It was being held at Rathmullen House, unsurprisingly in Rathmullen. It featured the descendents of my great grandfather and great grandmother, so three generations back. We had four generations of people represented: grandparents, parents, children and their children and I think it was a total of 104 people attended, which is pretty impressive.

These photos are just dumped in here and not pruned since I'm guesing (hoping) they might have a little more meaning that some of the other pics I took. If anyone wants any for anything, let me know, I've got the higher resolution images about somewhere.

You might also notice a lot of these photos aren't written on, I want to ensure I get the names and spelling right, because, a) I am a hopeless speller and b) in some cases, I still have no clue who certain people are (sorry!)

The photos of everyone on the lawn were taken in front of the "ancestral house", the farm up at Ballincrick. That gives a good indication of how many people there were, and I don't think I have a pic of everyone, those picks are the "family" groups, descentant of the children of the great grandparents.

I liked the reunion, coming from Australia, its a bizarre feeling to suddenly have relatives. In Australia there is me, my brother and sister and two cousins on my mother's side. I have five immediate cousins overseas, so not a huge family. Suddenly there were cousins, aunts and uncles all over the place, once and twice removed. It was commmon place to meet someone and then spend the next few minutes figuring out how you were related to them.

The location was nice too. A nice quiet coastal village, it had the ruins of a priory which you could wander through - that's where the photo of the cross was taken. For some reason I liked it, it just had a nice feel to it.

I loved meeting everyone. Now we'll just have to hold another one in another twenty or so years so I can see everyone else again. (And sorry if I don't recognise you)