Baron genealogy links

http://grantonline.com/grant-family-genealogy/Normans-in-Ireland/3-barons-of-iverk.htm

http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~irlkik/history/fitzgerald.html

The Barons, or Fitzgeralds, of Brownsford
Rev. Carrigan in his "History" published in 1905 describes the Barons, or Fitzgeralds, of Brownsford on pages 195-196 of Volume IV.

They were probably a branch of the Barons, or Fitzgeralds, of Burnchurch, and appear to have been settled down in the neighbourhood of Inistioge before the close of the 15th century. Their property included the castles of Brwnsford and Cloone, and the townlands of Brownsford, or Aughavroona, Curraghmore, Cloone, Ballygub, and Coolenamuck. Myles, or Milo, Baron, Prior of Inistioge, and Bishop of Ossory for twenty-two years, belonged to this stock, and at his death, in 1550, was buried, with his forefathers (in sepultura maiorum), in Inistioge Priory.

David Baron, gent., of Brownsford, is mentioned in documents of the years 1543, 1549, and 1551.

Edmund Baron, gent., of Brownsford, apparently his son, received a pardon, on the 2nd Jany., 1571-2 [Fiants of Eliz.].

Thomas Baron, of Cloone, son of Edmund, died at Cloone, on the 3rd October, 1584, leaving a son and heir.

David Baron, otherwise Fitzgerald, who was born on the 25th Nov., 1564. Being a minor at the time of his father's death, his wardship was granted to Richard Harding, gent. He married Joan Morress, daughter of Sir John Morres, After his death, which happened on the 14th April, 1621, his wife caused a wayside cross, the base of which now adorns Inistioge square, to be erected to his and her own memory. His son and successor, 

http://www.inistioge.ie/143/Inistioge_Village_-_Historical_Overview.html

In the square a handsome fountain was erected in 1879 by Lady Louisa Tighe (1803-1878) of Woodstock, to the memory of her husband William Tighe (1794-1878). Near it is an obelisk to David Fitzgerld alias Baron of Brownsford, who died in 1621. This monument once supported a wayside cross. The cross itself is now missing and tradition states that it was smashed by the Yeoman in the troubles of 1798

http://www.jstor.org/discover/10.2307/25507939?uid=3738232&uid=2&uid=4&sid=21104568107477


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