Another engaging issue of IGSI's bi-monthly e-newsletter, the Ginealas, has been published! If you're an IGSI member, you've probably read every word of its fact-packed pages. (If you're not on the e-newsletter distribution list, perhaps it's time to join Irish Genealogical Society Intl: www.irishgenealogical.org/page/join.) I've been hoping to post a success story about a lucky someone's search in the newly-released parish church indexes. Kathy Baxter shared her experience in the Ginealas, and I have her permission to use the story here: How to Start a Day Right! I was out of town on business when the Irish Catholic parish records were released, but that morning I woke up around 4 a.m. and allowed myself to look.  My John Butler and Margaret Buckley great great grandparents, whose daughter Johanna Butler married Charles Baxter, were from Tipperary, or so it says on the gravestone.  That was the extent of my knowledge. I wrote the word Tipperary to search for her baptismal record--and it just came right up!  I am still reeling.  The parish is Bansha and Kilmoyler, never heard of either.  I went into my all day speaking engagement on a cloud!  After dinner that night I found the marriage record of her parents and subsequently found the baptismal records of two of her sisters.  This is surreal.  No ages in the U.S. census were correct, but were within a year or two.  This is unquestionably my gang, if you accept that Bulkelley is Buckley--and another priest did come in later, clearly, and spelled the same name as Buckley.   The two younger siblings were in the right order, it is all a grand and glorious match and I am over the moon. I immediately joined the Facebook Tipperary Genealogy group, looked at surnames posted for specific parishes and have already made contact with another Butler researcher who started looking as well-and found another sister who clearly never made it to America. I know what ship they came on and she is not with the family. She would have been at the most 2 years old. There were a lot of other Buckleys and Butlers in those records, and I shall create a spreadsheet in an attempt to sort them all out. Not that I feel I have much of a chance of it. We know the records are tantalizing. My great grandmother was not yet 16 when she married Charles Baxter and he was at least 30 years older. I doubt this was a love match. She does not look remotely happy in a photo I have. I know who her siblings were and where they ended up. Another hopeful find: one of the witnesses at the wedding was a Maria English, who I spent quite a bit of time pursuing with no firm result. Maria, of course, is the Latin for Mary. There is a Mary English in those parish records. My heart is pounding! My newfound Butler collaborator wants to know if I know anyone who would have my Butler Y-DNA--and I do! He is my third cousin and I found him several years ago. The moral of this story is "Don't Give Up!" and "Look in those Catholic parish registers". Now!