William & Mary C. (Donohoe) Lyons
Willam F . & Mary C. (Donohoe) Lyons
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One day a man said, “Well, yes, but it just couldn’t be him,”
“He was so old and bearded and thin.”
If she wished she may come in and look,
There were no records on the book,
He seemed to be traveling alone,
His memory was gone, and without name or home.
Thus she found her Jerry, lying on a bed of straw,
His face was drawn in a look of awe.
What had happened in the past there was no telling—
He raised his head and whispered “Ellen.”
Federal Census Chicago 1860
Ellen Whelan Lyons
The Nunda Irish
by Bill McDonald
The Story of Irish Immigrants:
The joys and sorrows of their life
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Willam F . & Mary C. (Donohoe) Lyons
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