The Gallaghers of Ballinrobe
IN MARCH 2020, Pat Gallagher had an idea. He asked his brother, Owen, what he thought of writing a book about the family of their father, James Gallagher, who grew up in the early decades of the 20th century in the West of Ireland in the small town of Ballinrobe, County Mayo. The shutdown from COVID-19 was just beginning, and the thinking was they would have more time on their hands than usual. What better way to spend quarantine than exploring the stories of our aunts, uncles and other relatives. The task turned out to be much more complicated (and rewarding) than anticipated. It involved sifting through ship manifests, census, birth and marriage records, newspaper archives, and, most enjoyable, sessions delving into the memories of extended-family members. Sorely missed was the chance to hear first-hand the tales from our deceased cousins John O'Brien and Pete Gallagher. This book's stories and more than 500 images are the result of the past year's journey. The goal was both simple and ambitious: making the memories of the Gallaghers of Ballinrobe ours forever.
IN MARCH 2020, Pat Gallagher had an idea. He asked his brother, Owen, what he thought of writing a book about the family of their father, James Gallagher, who grew up in the early decades of the 20th century in the West of Ireland in the small town of Ballinrobe, County Mayo. The shutdown from COVID-19 was just beginning, and the thinking was they would have more time on their hands than usual. What better way to spend quarantine than exploring the stories of our aunts, uncles and other relatives.
The task turned out to be much more complicated (and rewarding) than anticipated. It involved sifting through ship manifests, census, birth and marriage records, newspaper archives, and, most enjoyable, sessions delving into the memories of extended-family members. Sorely missed was the chance to hear first-hand the tales from our deceased cousins John O'Brien and Pete Gallagher. This book's stories and more than 500 images are the result of the past year's journey. The goal was both simple and ambitious: making the memories of the Gallaghers of Ballinrobe ours forever.
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Above, a photo from the history of the Seabees' 95th
Battalion identifies Uncle Pat as one of those digging up
confiscated enemy paint on Roi-Namur in the Marshall
Islands. At right, Uncle Pat, in the foreground, takes a
seat on a captured Japanese gun in the Marshall Islands.
his Navy uniform as part of 6th Platoon, Company C, 95th
Naval Construction Battalion. When he entered the service
April 16, 1942, he was a 6-foot, 175-pound man of muscle
with gray eyes and black hair.
He was 32 years old when he joined the Seabees,
who were initially made up of skilled laborers who
volunteered to serve. Men were given advanced rank and
pay based upon experience, making the Seabees among the
highest-paid in the U.S. military. The average age was 37.
When some men as old as 60 were able to join despite an
age limit of 50, a presidential order ended voluntary
enlistments. The new Selective Service process resulted in
younger recruits with only basic skills.
Uncle Pat’s foreign service in the Pacific Theater
lasted from Oct. 20, 1943, to July 30, 1945. As he was
preparing to embark, maybe from California or Hawaii, he
received the news he had become a father. Uncle Pat and
Aunt Catherine were blessed with their daughter, Mary
Kathryn, in 1943. Uncle Pat had to be informed by
telegram, simply addressed to the Fleet Post Office (FPO)
in San Francisco, as the family did not know exactly where
he was stationed at the time. Mary Kathryn was born in
what came to be known as Albert Einstein Hospital in
North Philadelphia, even though her mom was living in
West Philly. In 1943, the hospital was simply known as the
Jewish Hospital.
One of Uncle Pat’s first stops overseas was Roi-
Namur in the Marshall Islands. The Marshall Islands
campaign included a series of battles fought from
November 1943 through February 1944. As the Marshalls
were taken, the Seabees built naval bases, fortifications and
airfields on the various islands to prepare for an assault on
the Marianas. One picture from those times shows Uncle
Pat sitting playfully with two others on a captured Japanese
gun. Another shows him unearthing a cache of Japanese
paint as part of a group that includes the 95th’s commander,
William L. Johnson.
His next stop was Iwo Jima. That battle raged
from Feb. 19 until March 26, 1945. Though ultimately
victorious, the American victory came at a terrible price.
According to the official Navy Department Library website,
“The 36-day assault resulted in more than 26,000 American
casualties, including 6,800 dead.” Again, the Seabees
worked alongside the marines clearing jungle and building
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