Calling all folks with the last names Power, Powers, Poor, Poore, le Poher, de Paor, Powys to a Clan Gathering at the seat of the original family at Dunhill, County Waterford, Ireland 27-30th August 2016.
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Attached please find details of the Power Clan Gathering 2019.
We will have 2 strands this year.
A 7 day around Ireland trip by luxury motor coach, taking in some of the sights, sounds and atmosphere of Ireland’s most loved tourist attractions. August 7-14 2019
Our regular 3 day event in Waterford – August 10-12 2019
NOTE: The around Ireland trip includes the regular 3 day event in Waterford. We decided to branch out this year as most visitors were extending their stay anyway, either before or after our regular event.
Power Clan Gathering events kick off this weekend, and we hope that as many local Powers as possible will come out and meet their overseas cousins.
We start with a walk through the Anne Valley in Dunhill at 10:30am on Sunday morning, the 28th and we’ll walk together to the ancestral home of the Powers – Dunhill Castle.
Our first big night is Sunday the 28th, at 7:30pm in the Tower Hotel where we’ll have an “Irish Night” with great craic, music and dinner – a great chance to informally meet the Powers from around the world.
Monday the 29th then is Curraghmore day, where we’ll take a tour of the grounds, the Shell House and the wonderful gardens as well as enjoying a catered picnic lunch.
We come back then that evening for a concert in Christchurch starting at 8pm.
Our closing event then is the wonderful Sláinte show and dinner in the Undercroft of the Medieval museum. We’d love to see as many local Powers as possible – good memories and fun is guaranteed.
Please contact firstname.lastname@example.org or call 087-2303546 to reserve a spot – payment can be made at the events but places MUST BE BOOKED for catering purposes.
Henry ‘Harry’ Power, born in Waterford in the summer of 1819, was to become one of Australia’s infamous bushrangers – an outlaw who lived in the bush.
Convicted as a young man of the theft of a pair of shoes, and a bridle & saddle, Power (under the name Henry Johnston), was convicted and sentenced to 7 years transportation, arriving at the age of 23 in Hobart (Van Diemen’s Land) in 1842, aboard the convict shipIsabella.
Having become a free man in 1848, Power now moved to New South Wales and began a career in cattle droving, exploring the mountainous terrain and becoming an expert bushman. He also ran a horse yard out of Geelong.
Attracted by the gold discoveries at Geelong and nearby, Power’s life was to be changed by one incident in 1855.
Stopped by two policemen while out riding, Power was accused by them of horse stealing, such was the magnificent steed he was riding.
—”I was going along quietly when down came the two troopers, hooting and shouting. I saw they were drunk … but they stopped me. ‘Whose horse is that?’ says one. ‘It’s mine,’ says I … ‘I believe you stole that horse,’ says the first.’ ‘You’re a liar,’ says I. ‘ You’ll have to come along with us,’ says the other. ‘I won’t do it,’ says I, getting riled. On that one of them drew his hanger, and said he’d make me. He charged at me, and I’d only just time to draw my revolver, or he’d have cut me down. I shot him, and then the other fellow rode up and fired at me, and the powder singed my coat. I shot him, and then rode off … But I was frightened, and rode across the colony, thinking to go and stay in New South Wales till the row was over. At the Murray I was stopped … They arrested me and brought me down to Melbourne, and I got 10 years. The men were not hurt much, and it was proved they stopped me without cause, or I’d have got more.”
Confined to prison, he initially was held on the prison hulk Success. Prison hulks were ships no longer fit for sea, but converted into prisons, harsh and demeaning, even for the time, becoming a notorious way of holding law breakers. Power served some 2 and a half years before being transferred to the prison at Pentridge, from where he escaped in 1862, taking to bush country, falling back on the skills he had learned earlier in life.
It was at this time, around the Ovens district of New South Wales, and in Victoria, that he became acquainted with other lawbreaking circles, including the Quinns and most notably, the Kellys. It is said that the notorious Ned Kelly was his ‘apprentice’ for a time and Power was instrumental in guiding him and other would-be bushrangers in survival.
Another spell in prison beckoned but Power once again escaped from Pentridge in February 1869, and turned to highway robbery, becoming very successful.
He held up mail coaches, committed other robberies and stole horses, having set up permanent camp in the hill country behind the Glenmore Homestead of Kelly family relatives, Jack and Thomas Lloyd. Incidentally, there is now an area close by named Power’s Lookout, named for Harry Power.
With a large reward for his capture, he was finally caught, having been betrayed for the reward by the Quinns, in 1870, and was sentenced at the courts of Beechworth to fifteen years hard labour for bushranging, again being held at Pentridge.
Released in 1877 on the grounds of ill-health, he returned to the property of one of his female petitioners, a Ms. Clarke, and eventually became a guide on the now museum ship Success, where he had earlier been incarcerated.
As this article shows, in 1891 Power fell into the water at Swan Hill while fishing and visiting relatives, and was drowned.
Now empty and forlorn you watch the seasons come and go
But what care you for summer sun or a fall of winter snow;
The ivy now grows green around your ancient wall,
No music now or song from within your banquet hall,
No noise around you now but the lowing of the cattle.
But if I stand and listen I might hear the sound of battle.
Cromwell came and did lay siege – he attacked and attacked again,
But each attack was bravely met by your mistress and her men;
around your grounds and ramparts the sound of sword and gun.
After many days of battle they had Cromwell on the run.
But then disaster struck and all because of a drink,
no, not the alcoholic kind, but a keg of butter milk.
The chief gunner was dissatisfied, he expected a stronger brew,
So above your battered walls the surrender flag he flew,
Cromwell then gained entry; revenge was in his eyes,
He blew up the castle and your mistress bravely died;
From inside your broken walls smoke curled up to the sky,
No one loves a traitor so Cromwell hung the gunner high.
Now a ruin you gaze across that lonely Annestown bog,
where you watched them haul the turf in summers now long gone.
You tower above the winding road a reminder of the past,
below you now on that same road cars and tractors travel fast,
but you go back for centuries, perhaps you can recall,
when they were no road, but just a path through oak woods big and tall.
In this peaceful valley now the song birds sweetly sing,
The river Ann flows gently by the ruined castle of Dunhill;
And if you pass this way, going to Annestown or Tramore,
As you gaze up at castle you might see the Mistress De La Poer;
Is that her wandering there, where she fought and died so proud,
Or perhaps it’s just a trick of light, the shadow of a passing cloud.
* Tom Power published a book of poems in 2007, “Waterford In Pictures And Verse”, launched at the Arts Centre Dungarvan by Julian Walton. His novel, “The Mysterious John Grey” is available from email@example.com
A phrase heard often in Ireland that “everyone has someone in America!” – meaning that it’s rare the family that doesn’t have connections in the United States, be they first generation or earlier. The phrase is equally accurate for Newfoundland and Canada and in modern times, Australia.
Throughout the centuries, Irish people, young and old, have always left this island in their droves and for various reasons – oppression, famine, adventure, war and conflict, opportunity … it is interesting then to see the names of those Powers (and others, of course) that pop up in the pages of newspapers and journals, making their mark in one way or another, before the Internet and instant communication became ubiquitous.
There are some great online resources available, allowing us to delve into local (sometimes very local) US history – and when we find a subject – like the recent post on Sheriff John Powers of Nebraska – we take great pleasure in exploring a little bit more about the emigrant in question, trying at least in the broad sense, to add some social context and a sense of place to the individual and those they might have left behind on “the Ould Sod”.
An interesting snippet found its way to our keyboard recently, which perusing “The Daily Phoenix” of Columbia, South Carolina, from 1874.
The total number of emigrants from Ireland in the first six months of the present year was 45,781, of whom 25,163 were males and 60, 917 were females. As compared with the corresponding period of 1873, there was a decrease of 14,359. Since the 1st of May, 1851, the total emigration from Ireland has been 2,252,745.
Despite the inaccuracy in the sum of the first two figures, the last line in that article is simply nothing short of astonishing. Whole cities worth of people were moving lock, stock and barrel from Ireland during this time, and the figures quoted don’t even go back as far as 1847, when the Famine was at it’s height.
As a concept, Irish people of today readily acknowledge the Great Famine and all its terrible loss and suffering, but I don’t think we can equate today’s sense of space and freedom with just how many more people were on our island just 150 odd years ago.
And to sign off, and as was bound to happen, not all the Powers who made the journey managed to keep their noses out of strife !
On the afternoon of Sunday, 28th August, during the Power Clan Gathering 2016, our group will travel to the west Waterford town of Dungarvan to take part in the World War I commemoration ceremonies, which honour the 1,100 local Waterford men and women who fell during that conflict.
On that day, with ceremonies led by the Irish Branch of the Royal British Legion, we will especially remember those men named Power that are commemorated on the Dungarvan WWI memorial wall, the driving force behind which was local TD John Deasy.
The 50 men named Power who fell serving in the Allied forces of World War I are listed here in this document and we shall be featuring stories on a few of them as the time draws closer to the commemoration.
“Honest John” Power (1949-1916) was Sheriff of Douglas County, Nebraska, having emigrated to the New World at the early age of 16.
Born in Waterford, Ireland in 1849, in the teeth of the Irish Famine, he arrived as a teenager in the city of Philadelphia he trained as a cooper (barrel maker), before later living in Kansas City, Missouri and eventually settling in Omaha, Nebraska.
In 1882, he, like many enterprising Irish emigrants before him, started a business of his own on 4th and Jones Streets, Omaha and soon built up an extensive trade.
As Edward Morearty mentions in his book “Omaha memories : recollections of events, men and affairs in Omaha, Nebraska, from 1879 to 1917”,
He is known as “Honest John,” a title which he justly deserves, as all who have come in contact with him, either as a private citizen or a public official, can fully substantiate. He made one of the best sheriffs that Douglas County ever had.
In politics Power was a Democrat and was elected to the office of Sheriff of Douglas County in 1899, an office which he held for several years and through several re-elections. Having retired from law enforcement, he once again entered the trading arena, this time in addition to cooperage, he bought and sold coal, as president of the Power-Heafey Coal Company. His company also engaged in the manufacture of some of the first washing machines.
A dedicated family man, Power had many wide interests and was amongst others, a member of the Ancient Order of Hibernians. He married twice, first to Mary Quinlan (d. 1888) and then to Mamie O’Malley (d. 1915 who also predeceased him. He has at least 4 children that I could find.