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Bootstrappin’ It Around Pittsburgh

 AUGUST 15, 2021

In the early 1800s, my 4th great grandfather, George Huey/Hoey, made the courageous trip overseas from Ireland to Pennsylvania. It’s unknown when he met his life-long mate, Mary Jane McMullin, but the two lived out their lives in the city of Pittsburgh.

Week 32: In the City

Life in a bustling town was probably never dull, but I doubt my ancestor was a fan of all the chaos that could ensue living in such close quarters to others.

As an example, the Pittsburgh Gazette reported on a massive blaze that ripped through several buildings, destroying much in its path in July of 1862. It’s not known for certain, but the Mr. Huey mentioned in the article is likely Mr. Thomas Huey who was a driver living at 206 Third Avenue. I don’t know if he knew George or was related, but it’s always possible, considering their neighborhoods were quite close, George residing in the 19th ward on Ross Street.

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George made a steady and honest living as a shoemaker throughout his years in Pittsburgh. He must have come to enjoy and appreciate his life in the United States, because a year following the Civil War, he became a naturalized citizen.

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His life in the city must not have been so rough on his health, as he did make it to his 69th year before passing away due to Diabetes. He was buried in Allegheny Cemetery which sat north of his residence but still within city limits, nearly on the Allegheny River’s edge.

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