Sarah Jane RYAN

Female 1864 - 1934  (~ 70 years)

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  • Name Sarah Jane RYAN 
    Nickname Sade Ryan 
    Born Feb 1864  ME Find all individuals with events at this location  [1, 2
    Gender Female 
    Reference Number 50.4 
    Died 05 Jul 1934  [3
    Buried 07 Jul 1934  Calvary Cemetery, Waltham, Middlesex, MA Find all individuals with events at this location  [4
    1893 - Herbert J. Garland - 1982
    Letitia Ann Garland
    1897 - 1934
    Sarah Jane Ryan
    July 5, 1934
    Mary Emma Ryan
    Aug. 17, 1941
    John M. McGoldrick
    Oct 15, 1895 - Aug 2, 1972
    Alice Wightman McGoldrick
    1900 - 1983
    1896 - Mary E. McGoldrick - 1969
    1891 - Andrew M. McGoldrick - 1970
    Person ID I198  mm
    Last Modified 14 Dec 2013 

    Father Matthew RYAN,   b. 04 Jul 1830, Baileyville, Washington, ME Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 06 May 1902, Milltown, Washington, ME Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 71 years) 
    Mother Letitia Coleen MALOY,   b. Apr 1830, Robling Dam, St. David, New Brunswick, CANADA Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 08 Oct 1898, Baileyville, Washington, ME Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age ~ 68 years) 
    Family ID F97  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  • Event Map
    Link to Google MapsBorn - Feb 1864 - ME Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsBuried - 07 Jul 1934 - Calvary Cemetery, Waltham, Middlesex, MA Link to Google Earth
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  • Notes 

    • My father, William James McGoldrick, Jr. remembers Emma (who made corsets) and her sister Sarah (Sade). They lived near or in Boston when he and his family lived in Marshfield, MA. Sade was cheery and outgoing and Emma staid and sober. [5]

    • Sarah wrote poems, my aunt Margaret Ann McGoldrick Wilburn has a book of them. I have photocopies of 3 pages/poems. They are credited to Sarah J. Ryan and the illustrations to D. F. Anderson. [5]

    • Letter from Sarah to Margaret Maher McGoldrick
      Dear Peg,
      As I promised some time ago to dig up my ancestors as far back as I can trace them, I will delve
      around the roots of the family tree carefully, lest I shake off some windfall that might be rotten fruit.
      Whoever the antediluvian pair that first started the ball rolling, I do not know but the O'Ryans came
      from Tipperary, Ireland, and as the Mc and 0 s were supposed to be true Irishmen, they descended
      from the old Celtic race.
      In 1818 my grandfather, William Ryan, having spent or lost two fortunes in Ireland, and being an Irish
      rebel believing in self-government, as I do, came to Quebec, P.Q., in a sailing vessel. I suppose he
      walked from Quebec to St. Andrews, N.B., which is about five hundred miles. Of course in those days,
      it was either oxen or foot it, staying over wherever night would overtake them.
      The railroad must have started to be built up the St.Croix and as it was under the Stars and Stripes,
      where he wanted to be, he went up the river and bought up land, started a farm. He could not have
      stayed there long, when he went back to Ireland and brought his wife and father back with him. He
      must have had a restless roving nature, perhaps prospecting for a better lay, for a few years after, he
      was returning home from a trip and was told of an old man being sick, and the Indians going to St.
      Andrews which would be about twenty-five miles, to get the priest. He hurried home, and a few days
      later the Indians took the remains of his father down the path or road and were towed across the river
      to St. Andrews which was the only Catholic consecrated ground for miles and miles. That was about
      1822. I am sending you a snap of the cemetery. I had hard work to find it. The wooden cross shown
      here and there through tall branches, a tumbled down fence overgrown with bushes and brier and old
      headstones fallen down. That man would be my Great Grandfather and Will's Great Great Grand
      father. My brother Will who died in 1893 was named for Grandfather Ryan and Will, in turn, was
      named for both. There are some verses by Grandfather Ryan saying he couldn't stand being poor, so
      he left the tyrant nation. I remember him with very white hair, buckles in his shoes, and a tall hat with a
      big handkerchief. He used to turn the beaver upside down, mop his brow and put the kerchief in it; and
      woe betide the kid who molested it. He had a goodly temper and a dominant spirit, but I can see now that
      it was hard for him to come to a new section and blaze the trail.
      Grandmother's name was Ryan, and they say they were both educated. I have a book of Latin that
      belonged to them. Ted's grandfather and my grandmother were brother and sister. Grandmother died
      at middle age. Grandfather lived to be ninety-eight.
      Their sons were born on the farm; my father Matthew Ryan was one. He was a hustler and too bright a
      man to have to live in that country. He married my mother when they were both nineteen. He bought a
      farm (where my brother John lives) but farming was too slow for him so he lumbered for years, first in
      Maine, then later on a bigger scale in Nova Scotia during the winter, being home in the summer. He
      always hired help for the farm.
      Mother's name was Malloy. She was born in Canada and had one brother. Her mother's name was
      MacAleer of Scotch and Irish parentage. They were farmers, as there was little else to do in those days.
      Mother said her people came from Wexford County, Ireland, as I remember, but whether they were
      married in Ireland or Canada, I do not know. Grandmother Malloy was not young when she married
      and had just the two children, Mother and Uncle Mike. I remember Mother crying - so lonesome after
      her mother. They lived near each other in Baileyville, Maine. Grandmother Malloy died in 1862 and
      Mother in 1898.
      How strange is this life. It is hardly worthwhile for one to weep after the other.
      And so my dear Peg, I have shaken the limbs of the family tree. There may have been some hot
      tempers and restless natures, but no real bad fruit or I would know it. I think had there been more
      business in that country to feed their ambition on, they would have been more contented. I love to
      wander back to the old scenes. I think it was Whittier who said -
      "The hills dearest to our childish feet
      have climbed the earliest,
      The streams most sweet are ever those from
      Which our young lips first drank."

  • Sources 
    1. [S87] 1870 United States Federal Census, (National Archives and Records Administration, Washington D. C., 1870, Ancestry Date, 2009).

    2. [S90] 1900 United States Federal Census, (National Archives and Records Administration, Washington D. C., 1900, Ancestry Date, 2004).

    3. [S694] Fulham e-mail, Kate Fulham Kelley, (2009), Cemetery Records.

    4. [S111] Waltham Area Cemeteries, (2/12/1982).

    5. [S1] MKM, Compiler: McGoldrick, Mary Kennon.

    6. [S18] MMM Collection, Compiler: McGoldrick, Margaret Maher, (1995), Letter from Sarah Ryan (50.2) to Peg.