The Upstate of My Dreams

A lament for the land beyond the pines

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Aerial view of downtown Utica, N.Y.

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Upstate New York used to be known for religious revivals. For about a century, it has mostly been known for economic decline.

Researching my family’s history, I saw that the first Dougherty in my lineage to have made the trek was Robert Dougherty, my grandfather’s grandfather, who immigrated from Ireland in the worst year of the famine — Black ’47 — to Wurtsboro, N.Y., in Sullivan County. He was seven years old. He started his life helping on a neighbor’s barge until he could buy his own. He made enough of a living as a boatman to build a large home along the Delaware and Hudson Canal. Robert and his wife, Sarah Malone (from County Clare), filled that home with ten children and a barn with a few horses. Then came the New York, Ontario and Western Railway. The family enterprise closed, and the family started to disperse. Many of those children moved to the cities.

Michael Brendan Dougherty

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Michael Brendan Dougherty

Michael Brendan Dougherty is a senior writer at National Review Online.

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