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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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Aunt Catherine with Pat and Owen dressed for Easter

Sunday 1963.

Bunning’s 1964 Father’s Day perfect game for the Phillies.

It was playing on a radio brought by someone sitting near

him. At the time, it was only the seventh perfect game in

Major League Baseball history. The Phillies defeated the

New York Mets 6-0 in the first game of a doubleheader at

Shea Stadium that June 21.

Two incidents still resonate from those years in

Wildwood. The first is a story Aunt Catherine fondly

remembered. Uncle Jim had just opened the back door of

the car and his kids had come pouring out onto the

sidewalk when an approving stranger stopped and told him,

“God bless the Irish.” It may have been Uncle Jim's accent

that inspired the blessing. The second incident occurred

with Uncle Jim’s purchase of two boxes of saltwater taffy

from a Boardwalk shop. The store had numerous boxes of

taffy on display outside, which the kids saw and of course

had to have. Uncle Jim picked up two boxes and purchased

them. What the cashier did not disclose was the boxes

outside were filled with sand to keep them from blowing

away. This was discovered only after returning to the

apartment. Uncle Jim never cheated anyone in his life and

would not tolerate anyone cheating him. He didn’t say

anything, just picked up the boxes and walked the 10

blocks back to the shop. There, he emptied the two boxes

of sand on the counter in front of the clerk and asked,

“Does that look like saltwater taffy to you?” When the clerk

said no, Uncle Jim asked, “Why did you charge me like it

was, then?” He returned with boxes that actually contained

taffy.

Uncle Jim, Aunt Catherine, Pat and Owen stand outside

the O’Brien home at 508 W. 27th St. in Wilmington in

1963. In the background at right is Christ Our King

School.

‘AMN’T I’

Back in Wilmington, Patsy DeAscanis

remembered the story of when Pat and Owen got their

tonsils out at St. Francis Hospital. Everything went smooth

for Owen, but Pat had a bad reaction. Patsy said it was the

only time she ever saw Aunt Catherine flustered. Pat does

not remember having a difficult time in the hospital. What

he does remember is when he and Owen returned home, the

family’s first pet was waiting for them. Uncle George

Hoopes and Aunt Marie had brought over a cat named

Boots.

Aunt Catherine made life easy for her family in

many ways. She would make most of her own dresses on a

pedal-powered Singer sowing machine and kept a dress

form in the bedroom. Her children never went to the

hospital growing up, because Aunt Catherine, using her

training as a nurse, was always there to bandage wounds.

When neighbor Harry Farrell had a heart attack, his wife,

Mary, came running to the back door to get Aunt Catherine

that early morning.

The home on Sycamore Street had a Lester upright

grand piano in the living room. It was a huge family effort

relocating it from Hockessin to Wilmington. Uncle Franny

borrowed a truck, and many an uncle (both Gallagher and

Hoopes) helped lug it up the several levels of steps into the

house. Among other things, the piano proved a great hiding

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