This is another treasure from Uncle Lee McGee through Mike and Amy McGee There is no date on Uncle Lee’s letter but I am guessing early 1980’s. It is the story of the first McGee’s who came from Ireland to the United States to start a new life.
Veronica Calmes has come across some more McGee history that she has just sent on so I’ll undoubtedly have to issue an addendum in the near future. However I can not resist the temptation to express my amazement for the contribution of an Angie McGee poem written Nov. 16, 1929 that tells the McGee story far better than I have in the preceding few pages. Many thanks and sincere appreciation to Cousin Mary Evelyn McGee who still lives in the house on Center St that I have mentioned way back in my “Lawn-Mowing Days.” The first line was my Great Grandfather and Angie’s Grandfather. (William and Margery McConnell McGee)
A father, mother, two daughters and four sons
On this foundation my story runs.
They from Union Corners to town of Perry came
The parents William and Margery, Nancy, Ellen, Michael,
William, John and Bernard (the children by name).
John, the eldest, took for his mate
A worthy maiden whose name was Kate.
Dear Uncle John! How we watched for his coming,
And over the hill we all went running
For a ride on his cart was the greatest of treats,
While he sold his fresh fish and sweetest of meats.
To them two sons and three daughters came
And all proved worthy of the name.
Well, the oldest tall, and ?
Left many pleasant memories behind
And his next generation I now see coming on.
The sweet faced Nora, Orrin and John.
The three daughters Kate, Mary and Nell
All have left us, I’m sorry to tell.
John, a merchant chose to be,
And sold numerous articles including rice,
Raisins, starch and tea.
His stove was large and long and wide
A shopping place for the country side.
William and Sara were quietly wed
July 3rd I think ‘twas said
Their life was wrapped up in one son and two daughters
And lived on a farm in comfortable quarters
Lebbie, the eldest, so gentle and sweet
Awaits in the promised land, her love ones to meet.
Martha Theresa with eyes of brown
Married a farmer in Eagletown
For years her pies and cookies were of the best
Her bread, I know, has stood the test
But now to antiques both new and old
She has turned her attention or so I am told.
If it is a house or farm you wish to see
Consult our good agent, W.G. McGee
Bargains of the best are sure to be had
(I’ll call in tomorrow and collect for this ad).
The history of Nancy and Ellen I will not try
I’ll leave it to others who can do better than I.
Bernard’s two daughters – Mattie so faithful, kind
And to my best birthday wishes are extended to you.
For making good things to eat – like pickles, cake and jelly
The title goes to my cousin Nellie.
Lawrence and Veronica we have with us tonight
They need no introduction but they sit at my right.
With snow piled high and winter cold
They plighted their love with a band of gold.
For at Portageville, Michael and Mary were wed.
Then one day a little girl came
Known to all around as Angie by name.
Oh! What a sight! With a face so red
Was what my good Aunt Sally said.
But what did it matter what anyone thought
They had a treasure that could not be bought.
Good Mrs. Calkins, across the street
Was ever near each babe to greet
Cried Mike why all this joy?
It’s not a girl but just a boy.
So now George what will I say about you?
I think I’ll let you sit in your easy chair
And tell of the news you get from the air.
Charles, the youngest, a farmer lad
Left us early and made us sad.
Mary, Mattie, Orrin and Maude – you all have a part in my picture tonight
And if my rhyme should longer run
Might mix some sadness with the fun
So let us now by friends and cousins dear
Just fill this birthday with good cheer