Loose Ends: Cappawhite, Cavanaugh

Omissions over the last four years—
Six years ago I wrote a post entitled James Meagher, of Cappawhite Parish. Four years ago, two years after the original post, Richard J Crowe commented and confirmed that Clonganiff, Clongariff and Clonganhue are different spellings for the same townland in Cappawhite Parish. I should have replied to his comment at that time, but didn't. This is a very late Thank you Richard for that information.
Almost three years ago I wrote a post entitled Ann Cavanaugh, of Ohio/Ireland. A few days ago Helen Miller commented on that post. After the original post, I did find some additional information (documented in footnotes 12 through 17 on the MeagherCavanaugh page). The 1860 census lists Ann living wih her father and most of her siblings. Though Ann and siblings are recorded as all born in Ohio, I'm suspicious about that information, since I have not found a roughly matching family anywhere in Ohio in the 1850 census. I suspect that Ann's childhood family may have arrived to Ohio from Ireland via a circuitous route, with no desire to remember the past. For now, any town in Ireland might be the birthplace of Ann Cavanaugh.
A little over two years ago the young Catriona White, originally from Cappawhite, died in California. For a long while I thought that maybe there were two different Cappawhites, but no. From time to time there are news updates about her tragic story in California. And yes, it is the same Cappawhite.
I tell people that genealogy makes a good excuse for traveling. It is a particularly good excuse for getting to know locals in a small town off the tourist trail. Last year, after having studied the map for many years, I drove to Cappawhite.

The town square could easily be a Snow Village that you might set up under the Christmas tree. Below is a view looking in the same direction, but from near the intersection. In both views the greenish-blue (teal?) awning marks the Centra market, a small-town fixture in Ireland.

The proprietress, Breda Meagher Ryan, showed me a picture in the town history.

This Timothy Meagher, born 1843, was from a different, probably more well-to-do family than the one that sent three brothers and one or two sisters to eastern Ohio. But he may have been a cousin to the Meagher's of Clonganhue.

Clonganhue is about 2.5 km southwest of The Square (in the previous views of the square, ahead and to the left). The line of scraggly pine trees marks a creek that flows southwest through the middle of the otherwise flat townland. Old maps highlight Clonganhue Bridge at this point.

Rijeka

I signed up for a Rick Steves Best of the Adriatic tour partly because of historic connections with Hungary. On the tour I learned about, and tasted, even more such connections. The Rijeka connection still fascinates me.
I knew that we would be stopping for a few hours in the nearby resort town of Opatija, but not in Rijeka itself. So I was glad that the weather that day provided a good view across the bay of Rijeka's sprawl (as the RS guidebook puts it).

When my Hungarian grandmother, Mary Barkó, sailed from Rijeka [Fiume] 112 years ago this week, likely that city sprawled less in both the vertical and horizontal directions. Still, her last view of what was then the Austria-Hungary Dual Monarchy would have looked something like the background above.
I have read that Hungarians today sometimes bypass their own country's Lake Balaton, seeking water fun instead on islands in the Adriatic near Rijeka. But already in the early 1900's, some Hungarians were not traveling to the Adriatic to escape. Those who already had good fortune went just for fun. For example, the Hungarian author Dezső Kosztolányi in the early 1930's reminisced about his 1903 high-school-graduation-present trip to the Adriatic (Kornél Esti, trans. Bernard Adams, 2011, New Directions Books, ISBN 978-0-8112-1843-6). Part of the romance and excitement of anyone's trip to the Adriatic in those days would have been the train's descent from the ridges behind Rijeka.
Below is a view of Opatija itself, looking in the opposite direction from the view above.

The RS guidebook (p. 165) has this to say about a close-up view of Rijeka today:

Like Opatija, much of Rijeka's architecture is reminiscent of the glory days of the Hapsburgs. But unlike Opatija, most of Rijeka's buildings haven't been renovated, giving it a seedy, gritty, past-its-prime feel.

My close-up impression of Rijeka, seen only from inside the tour bus, was a glass half full. So I plan to go back some day for a closer look.