Michael Lynch kept moving. Every year he lived somewhere else. In 1902, he was here, although the house is gone now.
Michael was my great-grandfather – an Irish immigrant with a young and growing family. He alternated between working in factories, and in granite quarries. Why he moved so often is unknown. Maybe it was his inability to find a job, or to like a job, or to keep a job. In sixteen years between the time he married Theresa O’Day, and the time of his untimely death, he lived at eleven different addresses, at least. They never owned a residence. I know this by tracking him with old city directories of Providence, RI and New Bedford, MA. Those books are invaluable, and you find them at city libraries and historical societies. As for me, I’m hard to move. I’m also fortunate to own a house with my wife. In 27 years of marriage we’ve moved once, from a rental to our home.
Visiting the Relatives 