Ulster American Folkpark

With the hard/ soft border controversy being such a big issue at the forefront of Irish politics, I think blogging about a daytrip in this historical park is timely.

I live in the Irish Midlands – south of the border, as they say. I have grown up watching the troubles on the news as one of the Irish who didn’t experience it first hand. I am a history teacher and have some knowledge on the history of our border. I have been ‘over it’ countless times (the border that is) and despite the crossing in the eighties and the now, being a world of a difference, my experiences of the counties have always been the same. I have loved visiting those six counties. I am very, very aware however of the struggles Irish people had in Ulster however and can understand when they feel like we southerners can never fully understand.

My friends and I decided to travel up north for a few days without  a second thought. Our main drive was to visit the tourist attraction that is in the post title- The Ulster American Folk park.

I find that I am often painfully aware of the tragedies of Irish history when site seeing and the ironies that it brings. The Famine Memorial statue in Dublin is the most poignant tribute and it never fails to move me. the-famine-memorial-statues-in-dublin-docklands-ireland-drykhpAs a country girl, I only ever see it when in the Big Smoke. I am usually only in the capital for entertainment. Therefore I always think of the horrors of the Famine as I have just been wined and dined or about to see David Grey in The Convention Centre or watch Wicked at the Bord Gais. It is like Christmas time. My first memories of Christmas parties in pubs includes large groups of inebriated and happy folk, arms around each other, chanting the sad lyrics of Feed the World (Let them know it’s Christmas Time) as they sweat out the evening’s indulgences in beer, wine and the four course meal that proceeded it. In museums and parks such as this, I always look for the coffee shop and a potentially wonderful array of cake as only an Irish bakery can provide. This time however, I think of me eating chocolate cake and drinking Americanos as more than a bit rich as we are about to learn the stories of people whose have had extremely little to live on. We particularly feel for those on the ships and the dry biscuity goods they lived on- potentially weevil studded. I start feeling like Marie Antoinette- richly oblivious of my life’s good luck.

Therefore I will not blog about this park as just a review, I will refer to how child friendly it is or isn’t out of respect to my parenting blogger friends but will also focus on what I saw in the park and how I feel that stands now.

It is such a terrific idea. The Ulster people are honoring and remembering the folk from their province who emigrated over the years to America in a most innovative fashion, an outdoor museum. It brings us through the journey in a kinaesthetic way following the Mellon family who would become wealthy bankers in the US later on their lives. Firstly there is a centre of pictorial and textual information which brings you through 300 years of emigrants’ stories, looking at the Titanic time also. You then enter the park into an Ireland of old. Firstly rural life of the poor and contrastingly more affluent Irish is portrayed.

Thick with turf smoke, I couldn’t properly photograph the interior of a poverty stricken tenant cottage as my senses could barely stand the smoke impregnated air. It was also hard to see. I feel great sympathy for the lady in the corner who sits there as part of her job! One family of a large number would dwell in a one room home using curtains to divide sleeping space. We marvelled at how people made do in terribly tough circumstances. You pass the cottages on the outskirts and understand how poverty made people survive in cramped, smoky environs. I think of us in our large comfortable houses and cannot help but compare the times. Are we not fortunate? We see the home of a wealthier family, the Mellon family. Again, what is noticeable is the fog of the peat burning.

There is much more space. Whitewashed walls and bread making, potatoes to peel and boil are on show. We see the art of candle and bread making in process. From here, we walk through a local ‘town’, fully recreated and stunning in detail. There are people in full costume at each area, answering questions and teaching us about what we see.

We then walked in through the large doors to a mock shipyard itself and board the typical vessel that emigrants travelled upon.

We hear the stories of illness and tragedies, the hopes, solitudes and fears of the times. I think of when I moved to England for two years. I could travel home easily. I had comfort on those flights, yet the homesickness still ate me alive. I think of these people having to contain both physical and mental emotions and stay strong in the knowledge they may never return. When you leave the ship, you step out on ‘American soil’ : a port laid out as if it were years ago.

We see the pickled foods lined up in the general store and the array of canned goods that a newbie must marvel at. Lima beans? A far cry from home.

The journey continues with you walking the city streets in Pennsylvania and finally out to the homeland that was created by the emigrants lucky to do so. Many examples of homesteads are there to inspect and you really feel as if you are standing on the American soil of the past. The differences in sights and sounds were subtle yet very effective. We noticed more wood use over stone.

There were brighter rooms- lighter colours inside. There was more use of patchwork over wool in counterpanes. Of course, there was no peat. Instead, the scent of log fires replaced it.

We no longer see baskets of turf, but wood piles. My favourite -a large pumpkin patch- accompanied one dwelling. The methods of gatemaking and cabin building with interlocking logs were ingenius.

There are basements to cellars with outdoor entrances and water is carefully channelled to make a cooling room for milk etc. Exploring here is great fun and so different to what we usually see in Ireland. You can’t help but learn about it as you are immersed in it.

So as a historical empathiser, I didn’t have to work too hard. The tour was doing it for me as we were interactively part of this journey.

Would I bring kids? Absolutely. Smaller ones will enjoy the walks, the domestic pets and the occasional hiding robin.

There are toilet facilities all the way around. Older ones may have a chance to open their minds to the historical past and the challenges that existed in Ulster previous to The Troubles and the current political debates. They will see, as I did, the strength in humanity and will see celebrated the tapestry of emigrant life as people because everything from millionaires to swindlers in this new world.20170808_115253

It puts me in mind of the poetry of Eavan Boland and her constant theme of figures ‘outside history’. They may not be named in history books, but they are very much part of our make up. This poem, Outside History has a darkness that I don’t fully feel in this museum of hope, however the first two stanzas stay with me as I travel about the Ulster American Folk Park.

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Here are two advertisements that I found intriguing  in the park. I will leave you with those.

Picture Credits:



My own attempts at photography😊


26 thoughts on “Ulster American Folkpark

  1. Ahhh ffs, train WiFi this morning is not playing ball so I can’t see the pictures.
    Funny I should read this today as my Dad is heading there for a visit. It seems to have changed so much since I was last there, I almost wish I was going with him.

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  2. I love history, and I love learning about the reasons people moved across the world. My family primarily came from Germany and Scotland, the Germans moved across the Midwest and many settled in Michigan. Michigan looks a lot like Germany, and the weather is similar as well. My family from Scotland settled in Canada, in Ontario. It amazing to me to think that they traveled to America and Canada so long ago, How back much things have been to risk that travel?
    I made the move to Germany is complete comfort in comparison to their journeys.
    Very nice post, I enjoyed it very much.

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    1. I have read about some of these connections. It is amazing how it came full circle for you!
      My uncle emigrated to California in the sixties and went through Canada. It made a trip we took to Toronto more poignant- imagining his journey. They used to play hurling on the ship over and keep losing their sliotars (hurling balls). It is so interesting x

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  3. What a fascinating place! I’m currently working on a Mayflower project (and travelling round the UK). It’s a shame we don’t have anything like this – bringing social history to life is so important!

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  4. Great photos and story about this historical park. Hard to imagine the level of suffering at one time…but so important to remember because so much is taken for granted in some parts of the world today, while so many others still suffer…thanks for sharing!

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  5. As you say the border issue is laying heavily on the Brexit table at the moment, and anyone who remembers the daily news during the 70s & 80s would not want the break down of current agreements. This park looks right up our street – we love historical parks (have you ever been to any in France? they are something els) and most recently visited a slate quarry park in N Wales. Your description of the peat and the smoke made me think of a book I read recently – The Wonder by Emma Donoghue. Have you read it?

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    1. Absolutely. I was very young but remember the horror of it all.
      I haven’t spent enough time in France but we hope too. I will definitely try the parks.
      I have read Room and Frog Music by Donohue but not The Wonder- thanks for the recommendation. Definitely having It!

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  6. This is wonderful to see. I haven’t been to Ireland yet but it’s a plan, as my own ancestors came out to Australia during the Famine. I always wondered what it must have been like for them, to set sail to the other side of the world? And what conditions on that ship must have been like.

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  7. I am asked a lot if I would like to work in a place that does living history, and I don’t think I could for the most part- life was so much more difficult in the past than most of us realise on a daily basis! Most people’s house/cottage would have been fairly Smokey permanently until about the late nineteenth century, possibly later. Not to mention your family’s precarious situation in the 50/50% chance you have of all making it through the year and having enough food. What I love about these places is that they do really put an idea in your mind of historical reality!

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    1. Very true. The smoke would have been killing but if you are used to it. The whole life being terrible fragile thing sounds dreadful though. How did people deal with anxiety then?


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