Showing posts with label Hogan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hogan. Show all posts

Thursday, November 6, 2008

The Beginning of the End



Last night's downpour signaled the beginning of the end of autumn in Vineyard Haven. Today on my walk to the library there were almost as many bare trees as there were leaved ones. Now the color is scattered beneath their partially naked branches, and the warm tones spill out into the sidewalks and streets. It is overcast, so the colors can show their true brilliance, not being overpowered by the sun.

Daylight savings time has left the days much shorter. By 4:31 this afternoon, the sun will have set and the sky grows dark so quickly. Although the skies have been blue the last two days, my mood has been dark gray - the color of wet slate early in the morning. I continue to write (it's really more compiling than writing at this stage), so I'm progressing at a good pace. The rough sketches I had written before have now turned into grainy portraits of Dad's parents and grandparents, both maternal and paternal. These include timelines for their lives and what was happening when as far as family events. Next I'll fill in those things that were happening in the area and in the country to help put their lives in context. Finally, I will do the same thing for Dad's life, or at least his life through the service. I've already decided that this work won't have space for his life after marriage, kids, and move to the West. That will have to wait.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Ancestral Homes


Today Aunt Gladys, Kathy, Rich, and my great nephew Wesley drove down to Georgetown to visit the final resting place of my paternal great grandparents -- Holy Rood Cemetery. My great grandfather, Lawrence Hogan immigrated from Limerick City, Ireland at the age of 17 around the time of the Civil War. He met my great grandmother, Sarah Carlin, in Connecticut. Now they rest together in love forever on a beautiful grassy hill through summers of sunshine and under winter blankets of snow.

A much more recent ancestral home sits high on a hill on Veirs Mill Road in Rockville, MD. The house is where my dad and his brothers and sisters grew up, and it still stands on a portion of the Hogan homestead occupied by my cousin Greg Campbell and his family. The love and warmth that fills the old ancestral home (built in 1927) is as apparent now as it was when the previous generation lived, and loved, and cried here. The moment you walk onto the porch and through the kitchen door, you know you have found a home.


Friday, September 26, 2008

Getting Ready for the Move
























I'm leaving my apartment on the Upper West Side of NYC in 4 days. Happily, this is temporary and by choice. My first stop on this year's journey will be my family in Rockville, MD, where I'll spend 2 weeks with the my newly discovered family. I didn't know my father's family until he moved in with his sister, my Aunt Gladys, almost 2 years ago. He passed away in her home last September 24th, a house that he and his brother built for their sister in the 1950's, and steps away from their childhood home. I can't wait to record the re-telling of some of our family's favorite stories about Dad and the other Hogan family members.

But, I'm getting ahead of myself. For now, this is the tornado of what was my apartment as I prepare to head off to Maryland for 2 weeks, then to Martha's Vineyard for 8 months:

http://www.vacationhomerentals.com/vacation-rentals/Vineyard-Haven-Massachusetts-vacation-rental-cottage-proID-1990.html

and finally to Colchester, VT for 2 months:

http://www.vermontproperty.com/detail/Vermont/lake-champlain-rentals/630/