Call McInerney
Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2021 11:27 pm
"Bring out the lace curtains and call McInerney;
I'm nearing the end of my lifes pleasant journey.
Send quick for the priest, just tell him I'm dying
my last minutes on earth so swiftly are flying.
Tell dear Father Dorney I'm meeting my maker
(He's losing his old collection up taker.)
Then pull down the shades and light up the candles
Call the O'Briens , the Casey's and Randall's.
The Murphys, the Burke's, the Brady's and all.
Tell them your darlin' has answered Gods call.
Call Schultz the fat butcher and order some meat;
Let watchers who sit through the night have a treat.
There's good Mrs. Smith who is sure to bring cake,
Please ask her advice in conducting my wake.
Bring out the lace curtains and call McInerney;
I'm nearing the end of my life's pleasant Journey.
By T. J. O'Donnell
Apparently, O'Donnell's inspiration was the funeral home dynasty set up in the Canaryville district of Chicago in the late 19th Century by Limerick-born Thomas McInerney.
http://www.rootschat.com/links/01qzs/
http://www.rootschat.com/links/01qzt/
This caught my eye because according to the obituary of my great grandfather Michael Murphy(1835-1909) of Ballycorick, the funeral arrangements were performed by Mr Charles McInerney of Ennis.
Now this of course may be pure coincidence. Thomas McInerney emigrated to Chicago around 1870 as a 20 year old, and it was some years before he commenced his undertaking pursuits, so I may be drawing a long bow in suggesting a family connection with the Ennis McInerneys.
But anyway, O'Donnell's poem is a good fit to my personal family history.
I'm nearing the end of my lifes pleasant journey.
Send quick for the priest, just tell him I'm dying
my last minutes on earth so swiftly are flying.
Tell dear Father Dorney I'm meeting my maker
(He's losing his old collection up taker.)
Then pull down the shades and light up the candles
Call the O'Briens , the Casey's and Randall's.
The Murphys, the Burke's, the Brady's and all.
Tell them your darlin' has answered Gods call.
Call Schultz the fat butcher and order some meat;
Let watchers who sit through the night have a treat.
There's good Mrs. Smith who is sure to bring cake,
Please ask her advice in conducting my wake.
Bring out the lace curtains and call McInerney;
I'm nearing the end of my life's pleasant Journey.
By T. J. O'Donnell
Apparently, O'Donnell's inspiration was the funeral home dynasty set up in the Canaryville district of Chicago in the late 19th Century by Limerick-born Thomas McInerney.
http://www.rootschat.com/links/01qzs/
http://www.rootschat.com/links/01qzt/
This caught my eye because according to the obituary of my great grandfather Michael Murphy(1835-1909) of Ballycorick, the funeral arrangements were performed by Mr Charles McInerney of Ennis.
Now this of course may be pure coincidence. Thomas McInerney emigrated to Chicago around 1870 as a 20 year old, and it was some years before he commenced his undertaking pursuits, so I may be drawing a long bow in suggesting a family connection with the Ennis McInerneys.
But anyway, O'Donnell's poem is a good fit to my personal family history.