It’s St. Patrick’s Day. Are you Irish? Am I? You’d think so, what with a name like McCarrick. But I really have no idea. I was born in the U.S.. My father, my grandfather, and his father were all born here in the U.S.
So the barest of internet research turns up this from the first result in my Google search:
Results are from the Surname Database:
This interesting surname is an Anglicized form of the Gaelic Mac Concharraige, composed of the elements “cu” meaning “hound”, “dog” plus “carraig” “rock” hence “hound of the rock”. The surname is found mainly in Ulster and County Roscommon. Recordings date back to the early 16th Century, (see below). Further recordings include one John McCarrick who appears in the parish records of Monaie in Scotland in 1683. Maria McCarrick married pat Kennedy on February 10th 1831, at Emlaghead, Sligo, Ireland. Bridgeta Mc Carrick was christened in the Roman Catholic Church Calry, Sligo, on May 19th 1859, and Francis McCarrick married Bryan Winifred on May 31st 1864, at Castlederg, Tyrone, Ireland. The first recorded spelling of the family name is shown to be that of Cuthbert McCarik, which was dated 1535, Dumfriesshire, Scotland, during the reign of King James V of Scotland, 1513 – 1542. Surnames became necessary when governments introduced personal taxation. In England this was known as Poll Tax. Throughout the centuries, surnames in every country have continued to “develop” often leading to astonishing variants of the original spelling.
Being as my grasp of geography is somewhat lacking, another search tells me that Ulster is a province in the north of the island of Ireland. It is made up of nine counties, six of which are in Northern Ireland and three of which are in the Republic of Ireland. And that County Roscommon is a landlocked county in Ireland’s central north. So, from that, I can gather that McCarrick is at least a name found in Ireland. But there is a lot of talk of Scotland in that block of text as well. Which makes sense, as when you speak of Gaelic, you’re typically speaking about Scottish and Irish. My great grandmother mentioned Welsh as being part of the mix as well. My mother has actually done some genealogy work on all this, but she’s on a bit of a vacation right now and I’m not going to bother her with this.
So am I Irish? Nope. Born and raised for generations here in the U.S. of A. Do I have Irish ancestry? Fuck if I know. I think there is enough evidence to say, probably. And damn it, that’s good enough to warrant Lady Ronn making corn beef and potatoes every year on this date.
Enjoy the day. Don’t drink too much green beer. Happy St. Patrick’s Day.