| Husband: John Michael GALLAGHER | |||
| Born: | Sep 1910[2] | at: | Pittsburg KS Crawford Co. |
| Married: | Sep 1938 | at: | Pittsburg, KS Crawford Co. |
| Died: | Apr 1982[3] | at: | Pittsburg KS Crawford Co. |
| Father: | Charles Michael GALLAGHER | ||
| Mother: | Minnie J. EDWARDS | ||
| Notes: | [4] [5] | ||
| Wife: Doris Maxine DANIELS | |||
| Born: | Apr 1918[7] | at: | Selma KS Anderson Co. |
| Died: | Jul 1979[8] | at: | Pittsburg KS Crawford Co. |
| Father: | Eldan DANIELS | ||
| Mother: | (Maggie)Margaret Frances DONALDSON | ||
| CHILDREN | |||
| Name: | Kay GALLAGHER [9] [10] [11] | ||
| Born: | Mar 1944[10] | at: | Pittsburg KS Crawford Co. |
| Married: | Sep 1938 | at: | Pittsburg, KS Crawford Co. |
| Died: | Mar 1944[11] | at: | Pittsburg KS Crawford Co. |
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[1574]
Married in the priest's rectory, because Doris Maxine Daniel was not
Catholic yet, so wasn't allowed to be married in the church.{Our Lady of
Lourdes} also known as St. Mary's because of the name of the school which
it is a part of. They left on their honeymoon in a friend's car, because
John did not own one yet.
Maxine finished 2 years of college to be a teacher, but quit to marry
John. She did substitute at St. Mary's from time to time, including
helping out in the school cafeteria cooking, washing and serving the
lunch line when they were short handed.
[4] [Alexander Ban Donaldson.GED]
[5]
Retired sign painter @ age 62 from Kansas City Southern Railroad.
March 1977, Commited to nursing home for Alzheimer's disease.
Born Roman Catholic.
Was in business sign painting with his partner John Tritech,who cheated him out
of his money, so John had to give up the sign painting business and return back to work at the
KCS (Kansas City Southern) Railroad.
John was a kind, warm, understanding, and compassionate man. He was my Best Friend in the
whole world. When I couldn't speak to anyone else, I never feared to speak to my Father as he
was always ready to listen without judgement.
John appeared to know everyone in town,& always greeted each person by their first names, a gift
that I wish I had, I can't remember people's names worth a hoot. He used to practice gymnastics
when younger,& could still do astonishing things in his late 50's, even though he
smoked 3 or more packs of cigarettes a day; Lucky Strikes non-filter. That's enough cigarettes to choke a horse. My father told me that he lived across the alley from three blind
brothers who went to some special school for the blind. This school had taught these
blind brothers gymnastics and they taught my father. From what I gather, John would do
some daring things at times after learning this. In Lincoln Park, Pittsburg, Kansas, down
in the lower part of the park, used to be some swings and a slippery slide and other
toys of the park.
They weren't small by any means and I've never seen one as large or as high as these were
made. Large pipes, maybe six to eight inches in diamter, joined together by elbows, and the
slide was so high, it was a great adventure to climb up that thing slide that far down. Anyway,
John climbed up on top of one of these swing sets and commenced to walk across it on
his hands. I always tried to emulate my father but never could learn how to stand on my hands much less walk on them. Perhaps there's a good reason why I was never able to walk on my
hands, maybe because I would probably have tried to do the same thing without the same
success of making it in one piece. The Lord works in mysterious
ways you know.
John and Gene McGraw were best of friends. When younger; during the Great Depression; John and
Gene used to ride the rail in search of work across the country. After getting tired of eating
raw
turnips, Gene got the idea of stealing milk from the front porches of people's homes. After
drinking
the milk Gene thought they could make some eating money by selling the empty milk bottles. They
walked into a restaurant to sell the empty milk bottles and a policeman was there, who took them
both to jail for the night. My Dad; John or Johnny as he was also known as; told me he was glad
the policeman had arrested them because at least they got a free meal out of it and a warm place
to sleep. He also told me about the bedbugs that would chew on them at night at places
that offered soup kitchens and overnight lodgings for people in search of work.
They were miserable he said.
Once, Johnny was engaged to another woman before my Mother. Her parents moved North somewhere
around the Great Lakes. She wrote Johnny a letter and told him that she needed to talk to him.
Johnny
then jumped another freight train after freight train finally making it to the Great Lakes and it
seems
he mentioned having a hard time trying to get around the Great Lakes, but finally arrived at her
house.
This woman; I don't know her name; told Johnny that she had gotten married to another man.
Apparently
Johnny had gotten angry and when her husband showed up, the fight was on. Johnny decided to
leave
when her husband brought out the shotgun. Stories like this and other stories that I've come
across
makes me wonder at times how my siblings and I ever got here.
There was mention of a fellow who was out to get Johnny in his youth. The word was out that this
guy had a knife and had every intentions of using it on John. Johnny tried to tell the police
about
it, but the police said they couldn't do anything until after the crime had been committed. In
defense,
my father obtain some brass knuckles and took precautions in case he ran upon this threat
to his life. However, if anything happened after that, I'm not aware of it.
Johnny was working at a CCC camp and he was just kidding around with the cook, but the cook
took offense to Johnny's humor and the fight was on. Shortly, the cook's friend came along and
told the cook to take a rest while he pounded on Father a while. It wasn't long thereafter that
the
rest of the CCC camp got wind of these two men beating up on one man, and according to my father,
those two men had to take on the rest of the CCC camp. The CCC camp is one of the places my
father,
Johnny, liked to practice his gymnastics by jumping and flipping backward off some hill into some
soft dirt. I'm not sure, but I think this is where he got injured when he landed wrong and split
his
cartlidge between his rib cage. Back then they didn't use or have elastic bands for broken ribs
and or split cartlidges; they used tape instead and my father said the itching was unbearable,
not
to mention the pain of removing the tape which ripped out much of his chest hairs. Like father
like son; I was jumping off a hill into a pile of leaves that city had dumped, and that last jump
I missed the leaves and broke one of my ribs. Fortunately for me, elastic bands had come along
and held together with velcro.
One time as a child, Johnny and his buddies walked five miles to some creek to swim in. Of
course
it probably wasn't really five miles; my Dad had a tendency to exaggerate on mileage. They were
diving off a railroad tressel into the water and as they were doing so, a train came along and
they all dived in. My Dad had a brand new pair of shoes when they got to the tressel, but after
the train had passed, his shoes were gone and not to be found either. He had a long walk back
barefooted. However, according to my father, going barefoot was normal back then and he went
barefoot most of the time anyway. The one thing he complained about was getting stone bruises.
He was determined his children wore shoes because of that. Speaking of barefoot; my father was
a skinny, freckled up lad and his friends had nicknamed him Huckleberry Finn, and I've heard many
a men call him Huck.
Johnny and some of his friends got drafted in World War Two in 1945. He was 35 years old then.
He said that he and buddies got drunk the night before in hopes of flunking the physical the next
day, however they passed the physical anyway. Then the day after they all passed their
physicals,
the war ended and they were never called to duty. However, one of his cousins; I wished I knew
his
name, but there isn't anyone left alive for me to ask to my knowledge; had lost his life in WWII.
I asked
my Dad how his cousin died and he said a German shot him. I wish I had more details to share,
but
maybe someone will read this and add to it somewhere along the way. This cousin had made a nut
bowl out of a tree stump in his yard. A stump left over from a tree being killed by lightning.
He sawed
off a part of the tree stump and carried it to school with him. He used a lathe at Roosevelt
Junior High
school to shape into a nut bowl, and in the center of the bowl was a place to insert nut picking
utensils.
When I attended Industrial Arts at Roosevelt Jr. High School, my mother gave me the bowl that my
Dad's cousin had made, and wanted me to refinish it. When I went to attach the screws to the
bottom
of the bowl in order to attach it to the lathe, I noticed the holes lined up perfectly and have
assumed
since then that this must have been the same lathe that my Father's cousin had made this bowl on.
I sanded it down and refinished it with great pride knowing that this was something special from
someone whom I was related had given his life for his country. I only wish I might learn his
name
so that I may be able to honor him more than just this one small story.
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| Father: | Lonnie TIPTON | ||
| Mother: | Irene GINTER | ||
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ALL THREE CHILDREN WERE ADOPTED
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| Husband: John MCILVAIN | |||
| Born: | 1742[1094] | at: | Ireland |
| Married: | Jul 1789 | at: | Augusta County, Virginia |
| Died: | 1813[1095] | at: | Harrison Co. KY |
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| Father: | John HODGES | ||
| Mother: | Jane HAMILTON | ||
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