Hi all, sorry that there seems to be a long gap between the last posting and mine, but i am still trying to get used to the PC. This may be of some help in tracing members of the Fenlon Family. My Father was Patrick Smith and was born in no 2 Keysers Lane Wexford Town, August 1910 and at the Census1911 in which he is named alongside another Brother John and another half Brother Michael Fenlon age given as 6 yrs old. My Grand Parents were John Smith and Ellen Smith nee Fenlon. I myself, was born in No 5 Gulbar Road, Maudlintown, alongside my Sisters Ellen (Nellie) Kathleen and brothers Michael and the youngest Billy and lived there till just after the death of my Mother who died on my birthday 20 October 1945. My Mother`s maiden name was Farrell and there are quite a few of them still living in the Wexford Town Area. My Father remarried soon after the death of our Mother and we left Wexford in the Spring of 46, much to the regret of our maternal Grand Parents Michael and Kathleen Farrell who had been looking after us after Mother`s death, and looking after us well, i might add, so they were in tears when we left. We were told we were going to a new home in England, but were told, whilst on a train with Father and stepmother, that he, my Father had just received a letter informing him that,the home we were supposed to be going to had gone and that we would be taken to a nice place where we would be looked after till they got some other housing arranged. As i have written earlier i was now well past my 9 years of age, and when he had said he had just gotten a letter i looked out of the train window which was hurtling along and i wondered how fast that Postman must have been travelling to have delivered. When the train stopped and we got off, i looked at the station name and it read Belfast and us children whispered to each other our worries as to what was occuring. After a short bus ride 10 minutes or so we got off and were walked up a very long driveway to what i know now as an Orphanage, Nazareth Lodge Orphanage for Boys. That was when my heart sank, when Father and stepmother said their goodbyes to us and took our sisters with them to another place for girl As i have written i was into my tenth year but i sobbed my heart out along with my brother Michael when the nun closed that big door after my Father left. i will not dwell on on anything else here except to mention that when we left Maudlintown, which we loved and still do, we left behind the baby of the family, Billy, in the care of our Grand Parents John and Kathleen Farrell, he was so lucky to be loved and cared for by the both of them. RIP. We left the nuns in the Spring of 47 and walking down that driveway away from that place i was frightened to look back in case i was called back, which did not happen Thank God. Anyway came to England and lived in London for a couple of years before settling In Romford which is in East London, and have been married to my wife Barbara for 55 years this 5th August. Sorry. i forgot to say that my sister Ellen RIP found out where Billy was in later years and we were all reunited when i was aged about 26 and Billy 16. The actual reason i wrote on here was to let people know that Michael Fenlon living at 2 Keysers lane in 1911 was my Uncle and i am proud to write this,