Jefferson County, West Virginia
uncovering the people

Harpers Ferry

History

Has Forgotten.

The forgotten voices of Harpers Ferry.

The Irish of Harpers Ferry
A large and influential community that had a lasting impact on the landscape and culture of the region.
The Laboring class
The laborers and their families who lived, worked, and built communities in the Harpers Ferry area.
The Village Of Bakerton
An important limestone village turned critical east coast industrial hub that has been written out of history.

This is their story.

Harpers Ferry history is far more layered than John Brown and the Civil War. The Welsh of Harpers Ferry chronicles the history of Harpers Ferry through the perspective of the forgotten Irish and the laboring class.

Our fully indexed and cross-referenced database contains over 2,100 transcriptions of documents, records, and manuscripts for family historians and scholarly researchers relating to eastern Jefferson County, West Virginia.

Harpers Ferry History from the perspective of the Irish of Harpers Ferry
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OUR DATABASES

We believe that every person made a contribution to history. What stories will you discover?

People

Learn about the members of the Welsh/Walsh family of Harpers Ferry and related families. 

Places

Harpers Ferry, Ireland, and the important places tied to them.

Evidence

A fully cross-referenced database of transcribed historical records and manuscripts.

Photographs

Browse our growing library of historical family, location, and event photographs.

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Oh, Ireland! How we shall forever long for thee. -- Honora Walsh

For I stood alone by the Shannon water
and watched the day dying,
the blood-red sun lying,
o'er Lusmagh below.
And I knew with the depth of the curlews say crying,
my heart it was sighing,
some day I would go. 
One day I would leave her,
my love-land of beauty...