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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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Uncle Pat's wife Aunt Catherine is with her daughter Mary Kathryn and niece and nephew Patsy and John O'Brien

as the family was about to head home from a trip to Riverview Park in New Jersey in the late 1940s. The O'Brien

children rode home on the ferry to New Castle. The Gallaghers took the train back to Philadelphia.

always wake her up early so Betsy and her brothers and

sisters could help make those very sandwiches. Turns out,

Patsy did, eventually, know who made the sandwiches.

Aunt Delia would do what she could to make sure

her growing children had the chance to experience the fun

of a trip down the shore to Wildwood, N.J. The ocean-pier

amusement rides must have reminded her of her own trip to

Coney Island. But that earlier experience with a roller

coaster left its mark. She would get Patsy and John on a

ride but would then walk away up the Boardwalk. Other

kids would get a wave from their watching parents when

the ride passed, but not the O'Briens. Patsy thinks her

mother was just a little too scared to see them flying by,

bonnet or no bonnet.

Catholic children from the O’Briens’

neighborhood attended St. Paul’s Elementary School at

Third and North Van Buren streets. Uncle Pete’s son Peter,

two years older than Patsy, was a student there. He would

often visit the O’Brien home with his dog Lassie. When

Patsy arrived for first grade, she went into the classroom of

a familiar nun, who had to tell Patsy she was in the wrong

first-grade room. When Patsy balked, the nun explained

there was no desk for her. Still not discouraged, Patsy told

the friendly teacher that was OK, she would stand. That

nun did end up teaching Johnny O’Brien in first grade, and

many years later recognized Patsy when she was working

the “white elephant” table at a Christmas bazaar. “That

can’t be you, Sister,” Patsy told her, based on her memory

from St. Paul’s. “You were much taller.”

When it came time for eighth grade, the O’Briens

moved to 508 W. 27th St. and Christ Our King Parish.

Patsy, however, convinced her mother and father to let her

finish grade school at St. Paul’s. That year, because home

was too far away, she would frequently go for lunch to her

Uncle Pete and Aunt May’s bar at Front and Franklin

streets.

For high school, Patsy passed on opportunities to

attend Ursuline Academy or St. Elizabeth’s in Wilmington.

Instead, she chose the newly opened St. Peter’s High

School in New Castle. She graduated in 1956 and entered

the school for nursing with the Franciscan Sisters at St.

Francis Hospital in Wilmington. She trained at St. Elizabeth

Hospital in Washington, D.C., and Children’s Hospital in

Philadelphia. From 1960 until 1967 she served at St.

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