The Forgotten Women of Ireland

By John (Jack) Flynn

The forgotten Women of Ireland is about Bridget and Mary Garahy together with approximately four thousand other women from Ireland.

They came to Australia before 1855 to marry Australian men, as there was a shortage of women at that time!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Oct 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479729784

John (Jack) Flynn

John (Jack) Flynn Author born in Dunnstown on the 12th of January 1929. Left Ballarat with his wife Pat and three sons David, Murray and Shaun, in 1967 and moved to Canberra to work in the building industry.

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Copyright © 2012 by John (Jack) Flynn.

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IDEDICATE THIS BOOK to my Mother formally Elizabeth Tuddenham, grand daughter of Mary Garahy and grand niece of Bridget Garahy.

The forgotten Women of Ireland is about Bridget and Mary Garahy together with approximately four thousand other women from Ireland.

They came to Australia before 1855 to marry Australian men, as there was a shortage of women at that time!

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Left to Right Winifred Tuddenham, Laurence Flynn Groom, Edward Flynn, Elizabeth Tuddenham Bride, William Tuddenham, and Eileen Tuddenham.

IWAS BORN ON the 12th of January 1929, at 64 Barkley Street Ballarat East. Dr Spring attended at the house of Nurse Mrs. Phobe Shadford, and was also assisted by Bridget Shadford, probably her daughter.

At the time, my father had the local butcher shop and my mother run the Post Office.

They were very hard working people, and the great Depression had begun, and with a family of eight children, they had it very tough. Our main food source was potatoes and rabbits, we were surrounded by both of them.

So in addition to running the Butcher shop, my Father also had a small area around the house about two acres to grow a few potatoes, he also kept pigs and hens.

All water was pumped from a well in the middle of the yard; the house water was caught in tanks.

My Father also rented land where he runs sheep to kill for the Butcher Shop.

My first childhood recollections were at the age of three, I hung a lucky horseshoe on the arm of my Aunty Anne at her wedding.

The result of that was, an early start to my life at school, and on to the road of hard knocks, which was the result of what happened next.

When Uncle Bill and Aunty Anne returned from their Honeymoon they brought me back a real football.

I remember standing on a stone at the back gate when they got out of the car and threw me the football.

There was just one small problem, I had an older brother and four sisters but nobody to play football with, this was soon solved as we lived next to the school, I would go into the school play ground at play time, and became one of the kids,

I am told it was the only football in existence And you can imagine I was very possessive.

When the kids went into class I went with them and sat out the front on the stool, nursing the football, we had very kind Nuns teaching us and it was evident I was a disruptive influence. So Sister Brandon let me join the class.

There were two classrooms 1 to 4 & 5 to