Patrick Mooney and Anne Lally

Dear Dave
I have recently started trying to trace my family tree, part of which is rooted in Ilkeston. Having embarked on this journey I have discovered your website, which has been very interesting indeed. Sadly, I can find no reference to my family on your website but I wonder if you or your website readers can help me with any information for my search. To this end, here is a brief overview.
My name is Adrian Sawyer and my father was Frank Sawyer, who was born on 21/7/21 and lived with his parents and siblings at 42 Shipley Common Lane. His father and mother (my grandparents) were John Sawyer and Winifred Sawyer nee Mooney. I am having success tracing the Sawyer side of the family but the Mooneys are being more elusive.
I know that Winifred’s parents were Patrick Mooney and Anne Lally who were both born in Galway, Ireland in around 1857 and 1861 respectively and I have found them living at 15 Oxford Street, Ilkeston in the 1891 census. By the 1901 census Patrick has moved to 4 Extension Street and is shown as a widower and Anne is obviously not shown, but I can find no information about her date or cause of death. Patrick has 5 children including my grandmother Winifred, or Winnie as she is shown on the census. Patrick appears again on the 1911 census at 9 Extension Street, but there are now only 3 children at home, including Winifred or Winney as she now appears. After that Patrick disappears and I can find no trace of him or reference to him at all.
Any information about Patrick and Anne’s arrival in England from Ireland plus details of Anne’s death and Patrick’s life beyond the 1911 census would be gratefully received, not to mention anything else at all that you think may be useful.
Many thanks in advance.

There are places I remember all my life ... ... the crossroads of North Street and Station Road, a stone's throw from the site of my first home, where -- in the pre-Chalons Way Era -- stood the Erewash Hotel, Starr and Brookes carpet shop, Wright's the gent's barber, and Wards the butchers who supplied the Tuesday tea of shop-made faggots for most in the neighbourhood. ... Little Dustpan, which I walked up and down on my way to and from Chaucer Infants' school, and then the Junior school, to hear the wise words of Ma Gormley and Mr Bateman, Polly Virgo and Jack Syson. ... the sardine tin that was Doug's Coffee Bar standing in the corner of the Market Place, next to the Church Institute where my mates and I would meet to listen to Eddie Cochran and Buddy Holly, Beatles and Kinks, Yardbirds and Fleetwood Mac (Mark 1), Dylan and Byrds, after a hard day's graft at the Grammar School (Mark 3) listening in a different way to Gibbo and Kenny Bettle, Ma Selby and Mr Shaw, Derek Akers and Dilys Gough, Max Payne et al. ... the old Buffalo Head pub in Durham City where I spent my first of several visits preparing for a next-day admissions interview (successful) at the University up the road. ... the Student Refectory at Nottingham University where the food prices were too high and the queues too long so that between lectures the pinball machine was cheaper and more attractive than eating. .. and despite it all, my formal education did provide me with some academic success to allow me many years of dishing it out to others.

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