Henry Ford vs the Parish Priests

Driving south on the N71 through Ballinascarty in County Cork, you’ll be slowed in your tracks by a bright, silvery sculpture of a Ford Model T near a hostelry named the Henry Ford Tavern.

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Ballinascarty (aka Ballinascarthy) was the birthplace of William Ford, farmer and carpenter. His family had a leasehold on a farm in the area, but two of his uncles, Samuel and George, set out for America in 1832 in the hopes of finding land they could own outright. They succeeded, and in 1847 (the year before JFK’s great grandfather emigrated) 21-year-old William and the rest of his family left their leasehold farm and moved to Michigan. William married a neighbour’s foster daughter, a girl named Mary Litogot and inherited a farm next door to his family. It was on this farm that Henry Ford was born, on July 30 1863. Young Henry never took to life as a farmer and in 1879 he left for Detroit to take up work as a machinist. He worked his way up to Chief Engineer of the Edison Illuminating Company, at which point he started spending his time experimenting with gasoline engines, designing and building a number of automobiles. By 1903 the Ford Motor Company was in business and the Model T was introduced on October 1, 1908.

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In 1912, at the height of his success, Henry returned to Ballinascarty and made an offer on the farm his family had once leased. The owners, three unmarried brothers, asked the advice of their local parish priests, who told them to hold out for more money. Henry was clearly unimpressed, for he declined to put in a higher offer. He returned to the US leaving the three brothers and those greedy parish priests to stew in their own juices. Local lore has it that he took the hearthstone from the old house with him.

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About ailsapm

Hi there! I’m Ailsa Prideaux-Mooney. I’ve lived in many places, and travelled to many more. I had a lot of fun getting there and being there, wherever there happened to be at the time. I climbed a castle wall in Czesky Krumlov, abseiled down cliffs to go caving in the west of Ireland, slept on the beach in Paros, got chased by a swarm of bees in Vourvourou (ok that wasn’t fun, but it was exciting), learned flower arranging in Tokyo, found myself in the middle of a riot in Seoul, learned to snowboard in Salzburg, got lost in a labyrinth in Budapest and had my ice cream stolen by a gull in Cornwall. And I’m just getting started. If you’ve enjoyed what you’ve read so far, I’d love you to follow my travelogue - wheresmybackpack.com - and remember, anyone who tries to tell you it’s a small world hasn’t tried to see it all.
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6 Responses to Henry Ford vs the Parish Priests

  1. Heyjude says:

    I see property greed is not a modern day vice!

  2. I was near there on my recent trip and wanted to stop by but it never seems there is enough time to do everything one wants to do! 🙂 Thanks for the post.

  3. allysonyj says:

    Despite many tales of Henry Ford’s harshness, I have a soft spot for a man who realized that if he paid his workers a decent wage, they could afford to buy his cars, so everybody won!

  4. T. says:

    Very interesting! I spent some time in Michigan learning the history of Henry Ford. He was a complicated and stubborn man.

  5. Pickleope says:

    What a weird coincidence that I wrote about the first few years of the automobile and here you are with your post about Henry Ford. Look at that car. No seat belts, no door, how did people make turns without falling out of that jalopy? Henry Ford was an…interesting guy. I didn’t know about his family history, though. Thank you for that.

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