I have a new addiction, guys, and this one is a bit shameful.
I've become obsessed with the online, super-shiny, digitised Irish National Census for 1911.
Since I have very few Irish commenters on here (I like to pretend I have lots of quiet readers out there, and perhaps some of them are Irish. . .), I don't know why I'm sharing it. It's of limited interest to anyone who isn't a Hibernophile, but I'm having fun with it.
You bookish folks might be interested in Oliver St. John Gogarty's return, where he forgets that he's married. Here's Sean O'Casey, his return written in Irish, in the proper old script, so it's difficult to read. Joyce's da, John Stanislaus Joyce, was living with two of Joyce's sisters while the man himself was in Trieste. And here's Yeats, staying in a hotel with Lady Gregory just opposite Trinity College. There is a short article here on literary life in Dublin in 1911.
I found my grandmother, the one I never met, aged 11 months old, entered on her parents' census return.
I discovered that the first flat I ever rented with friends (in an old Georgian conversion in the south of Dublin city) was occupied by a large Jewish family, as was half of the street. That part of Dublin has quite a rich Jewish history and heritage, which I've always wanted to read more about, and that connection has just made it much more personal.
And the tenuous link to writing that will justify this post appearing on my books-and-writing blog? Erm. It's a good resource for character names, I suppose. Will that do? :)