I have a great-great grandfather, named John J. O'Sullivan who was a baseball player in Muncie, IN. In fact there is a statue in his honor in the park there. I wish I had more info on him but I don't. He had a son, also named John who married a Katherine Elliott, One of their daughters, EMMA is my grandmother. She told of stories when she was little and they owned a bar and her father would come home late at night, this was when they had moved to Covington, KY. Her father would come home and the houses all looked similiar then and no one would bother to lock the doors. If he wasn't home by morning she would call neighbors and find out which couch he ended up sleeping on. If anyone might have more info on John J. O'Sullivan or Katherine Elliott please let me know. Thanks.
By: Kay Vonderschmidt
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This is more an inquirey than a story. I am desperately seeking info on Big Tim Sullivan who, with John w. considine founded and financed the Sullivan and Considine vaudville circuit in the early 1900's. I have searched your homepage and saw his name but no reference to anything about him. If you can help me please e-mail Th8Ball@aol.com. Thanks so much.
By: Janis Blank
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In the summer of 1901 the great inventor Alexander Graham Bell received two visitors at his Nova Scotia vacation home, a retreat to which he periodically retired to escape lawsuits and exercise his interests in aeronautical kites. Both of Bell's visitors were Sullivans, both were children of Irish immigrants raised a few miles apart in County Cork, Ireland. It happened as well that both lived in rented accommodations in Cambridge, Massachusetts, on Dana and Cambridge Streets, respectively. As far as I can tell from examination of their papers, they were entirely unacquainted.
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My great great grandparents were Michael and Mary (Sheridan) Sullivan, born in Ireland 1830 and 1842 respectively. They immigrated to Great Bend PA where they died, 1902 and 1915. They had 9 children, one of whom was my great grandmother Margaret Sullivan Cary. Am in the process of tracing back to Ireland - I know they came here in 1850 and 1853, but from where? Any info, please email me.
By: Tom Guiendon
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My mother's name was Hanora(Nora), was born in 1902 and emigrated to the US in 1920 or so. Our family went by the further identifying name of William because of all the Sullivans in the area. Does any of that register or is there some other identifying characteristic that you can think of? I'll ask my sister about any possible Casey connection because I believe I heard that name from my parents. You did a great job with the Sullivan Home page. Hope you keep it up. Any help required?
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WE, THE UNDERSIGNED PERSONS SUMMONED TO APPEAR BEFORE JOSEPH DONNELY, EX-OFFICIO CORONER OF THE COUNTY OF NYE, STATE OF NEVADA ON THE 15TH DAY OF DECEMBER 1905 TO INQUIRE INTO THE CAUSE OF DEATH OF J.C. CLAYTON AND JOHN SULLIVAN. HAVING BEEN DULY SWORN ACCORDING TO LAW AND HAVING MADE SUCH INQUISITION AFTER INSPECTING THE BODIES LYING AT THE UNDERTAKERS IN THE SAID TOWN OF RHYOLITE AND HEARING THE TESTIMONY ADDUCED UPON OUR OATHS EACH AND ALL DO SAY THAT WE FIND THE DECEASED WAS NAMED J.C. CLAYTON AND JOHN SULLIVAN AND THAT SAID CLAYTON WAS ABOUT FORTY YEARS AND THAT JOHN SULLIVAN WAS AGED ABOUT THIRTY-TWO YEARS THAT THE SAID DECEASED PERSONS CAME TO THEIR DEATH BY GUN SHOT WOUNDS THAT OF CLAYTON BY SHOT STRIKING INTO THE ABDOMEN ON THE RIGHT SIDE AND PASSING THROUGH THE BODY. THAT THE SAID SHOT WAS FIRED BY JOHN SULLIVAN THAT CAUSED THE DEATH OF SAID CLAYTON AND THAT JOHN SULLIVAN RECEIVED A GUN SHOT WOUND FIRED BY THE DECEASED J.C. CLAYTON PENETRATED HIS RIGHT BREAST PASSING THROUGH THE BODY WHICH WAS THE CAUSE OF SAID SULLIVAN?S DEATH AND THAT SAID SHOOTING WHICH WAS THE CAUSE OF THE DEATH OF THE SAID DECEASED PERSONS OCCURRED IN BEVIS (?) AND TURPIN?S SALOON ON MAIN STREET IN THE TOWN OF RHYOLITE, COUNTY OF NYE, STATE OF NEVADA ON THE 14TH DAY OF DECEMBER BETWEEN THE HOURS TEN AND ELEVEN O?CLOCK PM IN THE YEAR 1905.
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Joe Sullivan lived with his immigrant parents in a tenement, or double decker as they are known in New England, where he passed the years as a dutiful son and devoted brother. Outside of the home, however, Joe lived quite a different life style. After working hard for a number of years, Joe had acquired a tavern in the north end of New Bedford, where he could be found conversing with his patrons, many of whom were political and financial powerhouses in the community. They sought out Joe for his keen insight and quick wit, so "the shop", as Joe liked to call his establishment, was usually filled with dynamic men who controlled area politics and finances. Thus, they gathered on their way home from work, or in the evenings, or both, to mingle and keep their fingers on the pulse of the city. Joe moved among them, an Irish charmer, warm and witty, ready with a glad hand, an amusing story, making every patron a friend. An invitation to his weekly polka game in an attractive game room in the back was considered quite a trophy.
As time passed, Joe acquired sophistication and an appreciation of beauty that increased along with his rapidly burgeoning net worth. A sharp businessman, he decided to purchase his own distilleryand produce spirits under his own label, which would be a huge money maker. He added warehouses necessary for storing his products. Life was good; and then he fell in love. Ada was twelve years younger then Joe, only nineteen when they met and she first cast magnificent sapphire eyes up at him. Perhaps it was the differences that impacted on them so hard. She was tiny and lush, he was big and bulky; she was blonde, he was dark; he was easy going, she was passionate and electric; he was Irish, she was English. He was Catholic. She was Protestant. The only apparent similarity was the mutual hatred of each other was the mutual hatred that their parents had brought from the old country and now attempted to foist upon their chilren. Until their deaths they never exchanged a word except for the curses that they hurled at their chilren when reminded of their love. Still, Ada and Joe married, and sooner than it was proper, became the parents of a sweet daughter. Ada enjoyed the life that Joe provided for her; her comfortable home, the glamorous clothes, lovely jewelry, and liveried chauffeur who drove her around town in Joe's extravagant car. One Christmas soon after her marriage, Ada tried to soften Mrs. Sullivan's heart with a Christmas gift that she asked Joe to deliver to his mother. Upon his return she asked him what his mother had said when he gave her the gift. "She wouldn't open it," he replied. "She said, 'Sure'n it'slike throwing water on a drowning rat!'" Ada never tried again. Suddenly, it ended. Joe fell ill and required surgery, such as it was in 1916, the result of an old hip injury turned nasty. Complications set in; Joe died, leaving a bereft twenty-six-year-old widow with a six-year- old child to raise. At Joe's funeral, numb and heart sick, she overheard discussions of something that the government was going to do to make the sale of liquior illegal. She became frightened and asked some of Joe's closest friends to explain what was happened. They told her about the government's intention to outlaw the sale of liquior. They assured her that this Prohibition would be financially ruinous to her, but, out of their friendship for Joe, they would take the liquior off her hands and assume the liabilities themselves. Ada was touched at their kindness, and gratefully, the bereaved young widow sold all of Joe's properties, and assets, including "the shop", and all its contents, the distillery and all its contents, the trucks, and the warehouses and all of their contents to Joe's loyal "friends". They paid her ten cents on the dollar...four days before the onset of Prhibition, which created instant multimillionaires of those with large stores of liquior to sell.
By: Fran Weeks
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By: Fran Weeks
Email: fifi@pop.ma.ultranet.com
"He killed numerous individuals -- some say as many as fifty, although seldom could anyone name a victim. Others said he was the meanest son-of-a-gun that ever walked the face of the earth, and that he took his grandfather's place as the tyrant of the valley. His mother called him leadproof, the clan called him wild, and his enemies called him everything their imaginative ire could think of. He drank heavily and brawled weeknights as well as on Saturdays, fouling the air with curses and drunken shouts."
--The Sullivans of Sullivan's Hollow
Sullivan's descendants still live in Sullivan's Hollow, Mississippi.
See Wild Bill's father, 1810.
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My wifes Sullivan line comes from Bantry, Cork Co. Ireland.
Her Grandfather Robert Sullivan married Gertrude Kitzmiller on
the 9th of June, 1915 in New Castle, Colorado. Has anyone ever
submitted to you a Sullivan line with the Surnames Kitzmiller ? I
would also like to "subscribe sullivan" and be added to
your list.
By: Robert L.
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While serving in Salonica Greece during the First World War, my grandfather Jeremiah Sullivan died of malarial fever in July 1916. At the moment I am engaged in correspondence with the War Graves Commission to find out where the grave is. He was the son of Michael Sullivan who is supposed to have come from the Cork area, born about 1842.
By: John Michael O`Sullivan
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Butte, Montana March 22, 1917 That the deceased Joseph E. Sullivan came to his death at the Diamond Mine on the 22nd day of March, 1917 City of Butte, County of Silver Bow, State of Montana. Cause of death, shock from injuries received by falling down a chute from the 9th floor of the 1800 foot level, a distance of about 70 feet. Joseph E. Sullivan aged 38 years, leaving his wife, Mrs. Mary J. Sullivan , and two children, father and mother, two brothers, Edward of Helena and Julian of Spokane; one sister Mrs. W. Sparling of Deming, N.M.; nephew of James and cousin of Alvin Tull of this city, brother in law of George A. Horkan of Forsyth Montana.
By: Daniel J. Sullivan
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John L. Sullivan, The Great John L., age 50, divorces his wife and marries his schoolboy sweet heart, Kate. During his forties the former Boston Strongboy has pawned his diamond belt, acted in vaudeville, failed in the bar business in both Boston and New York, and having reformed his drinking habits, become a popular temperance lecturer in his late forties. In his midcfifties Sullivan will buy a farm in Abington, Massachusetts, and become a kind of gentleman philosopher.
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Sullivan, John; made two attempts to kill himself at Albuquerque.
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My mother's name was Hanora(Nora), was born in 1902 and emigrated to the US in 1920 or so. Our family went by the further identifying name of William because of all the Sullivans in the area. Does any of that register or is there some other identifying characteristic that you can think of? I'll ask my sister about any possible Casey connection because I believe I heard that name from my parents. You did a great job with the Sullivan Home page. Hope you keep it up. Any help required?
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Terence Augustine Sullivan son of Hannah and Denis O'Sullivan, brother to Peter, Michael, Noni, Nelli, Eileen, Kitty (and 6 others I think) was born on 16th February 1928. Terry ( as he is better known) from what I know had a labour intensive childhood. Leaving school at an early age Terry had various add jobs in Bantry and in Cork until he decided to head for London.
Terry quickly developed a wander lust (which he has passed on to his children) In 1949 Terry, working as a valet met and dated Barbara Bell, who was a secretary working for a major company in London. After a dispute with a another suiter for Barbara, Terry was sacked. Barbara was also sacked for her involvement with Terry. Terry asked Barbara to come to Australia with him where they would eventually marry. They married in Melbourne on 16th December 1950. They move around alot between Perth Western Australia, Melbourne Victoria and back to London.
Terry also travelled to Canada to find work but it was th middle of winter and the dole queues were long. Terry and Barbara raised four children under strong Catholic beliefs: The children are Peter Sullivan was born in Perth on the 6th October. Peter became a Maths Teacher and a Missionary. He know lived in the Tien Gen provence China teaching English as a second language to chinese employees of American companies.
Linda Sullivan (Andrews) was born in Perth on the 9th May 1955. Linda worked as Executive Personal Assistant for a marketing company in Perth. Linda is extremely gifted artist and now owns and operates a sign writing company in Perth. Linda and Greg ( her husband) are happily married and have four children Sean, Leah, Brett, Dana. Live in Perth
Denis Sullivan was born in London on the 1st February 1959. Denis is a Civil Egnineer and is happily married to Judy. They have 2 children Luke and Cara. Live in Perth and of couse theres me: Michael Sullivan was born in Perth on the 27th April 1970. Michael is working for a major austrlian insurance company in Sydney and still enjoying the single life. Although his mother keep reminding him that i'm going to have to settle down with a nice girl at some point.. Terry and Barbara: Terry worked on the Fremantle Wharves for many years before a nasty accident which caused major damage to his heel. Terry had major health problems in the later part of his life heart desease and cancer of the optive nerve. Terry finally contracted liver cancer on died in June 1993. Barbara still lived in their house and is happy. Hopefully she will ge over the loss soon. Thankfully she is surrounded by Denis and Linda and mums grandchildren. Mean while Peter is in China and Michael is in Syndey. Faith: All raised Roman Catholic and the children beleif in God and everlasting life. Family Strength: Once settled in Perth , Western Australia Terry always reminised about his beautiful Ireland. Now that i'm a bit older I can notice that during his trips back with the family in 1975 and 1981 he was searching for something. I can't quite put my finger on it bu it would seem he wanted to feel like he belong. But due to circumstanced I don't think he ever could. Terry was also a fairly insecure man. Needing his family near by him but never like them to associate with anyone he didn't know. Terry can be proud although he was very well educated he was very astute and dreamed of seeing his kids educated in good schools. I think he could be fairly proud of us and just a shame he found it hard to tell us. I think though one trait that is extremely well developed and I wouldn't be suprised is common to the Sullivan clan. " It's to fight for what you believe in" Whether that be Career, family and yourself. The clan hasn't died we're getting bigger.
By: Michael Joseph O'Sullivan
Email:Michael_Sullivan@amp.com.au @ internet
By: Michael Joseph O'Sullivan
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Sullivan, the editor of the business magazine Duns Review in the 1930's was a devoted servant of enterprise and industrial enthusiast who arranged to have his poems published by his own magazine. From a selection which includes such unpromising whitmanisms as "Cement Mixer," "Radio Tube," and "The Excavation" I picked a short poem that I like and that seems to me represents a quaint antithesis of our current age of environmentalism:
Notwithstanding the quaint anachronism of Sullivan's later poetry (which, good public relations man that he was, he managed to scatter throughout the world's libraries) Sullivan managed in his earlier verse (1929) to capture some feeling that strikes me as close to the Celtic heart:
The things that matter are not things at all,
But ghosts who haunt the corridor of dreams,
Weaving a song we shall forget at waking;
They scurry down the dim familiar hall
When Dawn intrudes, and sober Fact blasphemes
And things that do not count demand the making.
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