Dublin Marathon / Maratón Bhaile Átha Cliath 2013

 The Inspiration

I went for my annual physical in May of 2013. The doctor didn't have to say it - I had got a little tubby. And this despite regularly running and playing volleyball.
What to do?
Several days later I was Skyping with my friends Frank O'Donnell and Alison McNamara, and Alison mentioned that she had taken up marathon running. In fact, she had just finished the Prague Marathon, and was feeling like training for another. How about doing the Dublin Marathon together?
I mulled this over. It didn't seem like a bad idea. The Dublin Marathon was to be held at the end of October, and that gave me five clear months to get myself ready for it. I started reading.

The Preparation

The first thing I found was a training schedule. There seemed to be a lot of them, and they all looked mostly the same (or so I thought, until I realised that they change according to the time you'd like to finish the marathon in!). I decided this one would do fine: http://running.about.com/od/marathonprograms/a/marathonbeg.htm

I didn't actually tell anyone for a month or two. I just began to extend my runs a bit. The first person to notice was actually Emil Schuster, my father in law, who was curious as to why I was so carefully measuring and timing my runs around Sheboygan, Wisconsin in 95degF! I swore him to secrecy.

Gradually my runs got longer. Suddenly I realised that a goodly portion of my Facebook friends were uploading information about marathons. I WAS NOT ALONE! I don't know why middle-aged people all want to run marathons, but they do, and there they were.

Eventually my wife had to find out. "I think Brian might be training for a marathon" she told her father on the phone. "Oh, yes. He is. He told me last month" replied Emil, thus putting me in the doghouse for a week.

Training proceeded through thick and thin over the summer, even through the three weeks we spent in Ireland, when I ran out to the Dublin suburbs along the Royal Canal, to Maigh Cuilinn from Galway on the back roads, and to Ceann Sléibhe from Dún Chaoin.

I ran my first half marathon on August 17th. Sweated a bit (it was bloody hot), but survived. My worst run was actually when I tried for 14 miles but misjudged and ran 17 with nothing more than a half bottle of water. That nearly killed me, and this didn't help!

Things I Learned; Discoveries I Made

So gradually I began to learn my limits. Any runs over about 14 miles needed support, which I did by going out and back for (say) eight miles, refuelling at home, and going out and back again for another six (or whatever). This strategy worked all the way up to my longest run before the marathon, which was 20 miles. Actually, that link isn't exactly it, but I couldn't be arsed tracing the Lenape Trail on Google Maps, which is the route I used for my longest runs.

Probably my most wonderful discovery during my training was the Lenape Trail, a suburban hiking trail that links Newark with West Orange in a northern arc that takes in almost all the parks and trails of Essex County. Whatever direction I ran, I was almost never on roads. God be with the brilliant people who thought of it!

I nearly lost my nerve several times, and very nearly missed registration for the Dublin Marathon, but by late September I had indeed booked my flights and my place in the Marathon. Alas for Alison, she missed the registration date, but I know I'll see her in a marathon next year!

To Ireland!

Very fortunately for me, Alison and Frank were in Leixlip that weekend (they normally live in Prague), and offered to put me up for the two nights I'd be in Dublin. So on October 27th I found myself leaving my sainted parents in Galway, whom I'd visited for two nights (Mother: "Promise me, a mhic, that this'll be your last marathon. Please.") and making my way to Dublin to register at the RDS.

Before leaving Galway, however, I had a chat with my brilliant brother in law, Kieran Whyte (Ciarán de Faoite), an accomplished triathlete and family doctor. Kieran gave me some fantastic tips on clothing, anti-chafing techniques, and gels, and without his advice I'm certain I wouldn't have finished the marathon.

Registered, I made my way out to Leixlip. Frank and Ali just had to throw a party, didn't they? Oh, how tempting it would have been to just grab a glass and down the Chateauneuf du Pape, but I kept it to a few sips. No point running dehydrated!

Off to the Marathon!

And to the race. Frank, God bless him, dropped me into Heuston Station, where I took the Luas to O'Connell Street and followed the cheery runners across O'Connell Bridge and around Trinity College to Fitzwilliam Square. I expected to be bored, but the adrenalin was running at this stage, and time was of no consequence. I was at the back of the intermediate registrees on Baggot Street, and this was possibly my only error of the race, as I allowed the runners around me to dictate my pace for the first five miles or so, leaving it nearly impossible for me to speed up and catch the 4:00 pace runner.

The marathon organisers had very helpfully placed "Pace Runners" in the race. These hardy souls ran with big flags attached to backpack-style harnesses advertising their expected finish time: 3:30, 3:40, 3:50, 4:00, 4:10 etc. Presumably they were being monitored by GPS. I saw them at the head of the intermediate runners, but paid them little mind until I realised I should have been haring after the 4:00 pace runner rather than allowing the runners around me to dictate my pace.

On the other hand, perhaps it was all for the good. Had I struggled to catch Mr. 4:00 I might have overexerted myself and not finished at all. 4:00 was my goal, but I hadn't been consistently making 9-minute miles before the marathon.

The Race Begins

Everything really went fine for the first eight miles. The cold, windy, rainy weather of the previous day had cleared, and left a cool, clear, autumnal Dublin for the runners. Crowds lined the streets all the way from Leeson Street all the way up to the North Circular Road, and the Phoenix Park was just heavenly.

I think I'm going great guns until I realize that the flag I can see bobbing around in the far distance is the 4:10 pace runner, and not the 4:00 pace runner, like I thought. I turn up the pace a bit, but don't want to wreck myself simply to meet an arbitrary goal. I end up catching him about mile eight and putting him behind me. Perhaps, just perhaps, I can keep up this pace and get the 4:00 pace runner.

Chapelizod marked a change from central-urban and parkland to resolutely suburban. There were crowds, but a bit thinner now. Under the N4 and the runners calling to hear their echoes from the bridge. Suddenly a woman runner roars: "Uggie Uggie Uggie!" We all respond!

 Sarsfields Road: oblivious commuters in a train above as we run below them under the railway bridge. The road like a nineteenth century stone gauntlet before coming out into established old world suburbia and the Inchicore Road. Good Lord - is that really Kilmainham Gaol?

Through Dublin's Southern Suburbs

On to the South Circular Road. Newer suburbs now, but the crowds as great as ever. Every few miles a stage with a platform and a D.J. Somebody calling out names. Encouragement coming from all sides. Dolphins Barn. Crumlin Road. Drimnagh. A few Gardai on the road here (didn't really notice them before), but the crowds full of good cheer. Definitely a sense of fifties and sixties suburban streets here.

Somewhere between Crumlin and Walkinstown we pass the thirteen mile marker. HALF WAY! Loads of music and a big crowd. I assess myself. Pace: OK; body: OK; supplies: OK. Well, okay - looks like I might be finishing today!

Since mile eight I've been having a gel and a bottle of water every two miles. Looks like it's paying off. I've got a bit of energy still, and there's no cramping. Now to just keep that up, even though I'm occasionally slipping into a running-induced stupor and missing the mile flags!

Kimmage. Terenure. Rathfarnham. Everything's a bit familiar now from the time I spent at Blackrock College and U.C.D. I'm a bit vague on the geography, though, and am expecting U.C.D. any second now. But it's still four or five miles away. The hope of it keeps me going, however, as I know it's the last major landmark before the finish.

It Starts to Get Serious

Suburbs, suburbs, suburbs. It's all a big blur now. Every so often I clap my hands at the onlookers and ask for a cheer. Down the Clonskeagh Road. An ambulance whizzes by, siren blaring, lights flashing. The detritus of the brave is beginning to wash up around here. The guy who shot by me four miles ago is now standing haggard, stunned, unmoving. That speedy female with the shirt about vegetarian athletics has vanished. Somebody is trying to stretch and shake out a cramp, weeping. People, dressed like professional runners, with obvious runner's form, are suddenly pulling up for no reason and walking away.

Still on the Clonskeagh Road. O'Shea's Pub, which I know from a Celtic linguistics conference two years ago. Too much foreign lager, but nice staff. Some genial fellow beside me says "Oh God, here it comes". I look around. "Here it comes" he repeats. I see nothing. Suddenly he stops and spews.


We're not going through U.C.D. Somehow I missed that when I scanned the course map. Instead we swing around the campus via Roebuck Road and Foster's Avenue. And instead of U.C.D.'s familiar water tower, I see minarets.

Minarets? That's pretty cool.

Home Stretch

Then it's the Stillorgan Road. RTÉ's television antenna beckons like the Eiffel Tower. This is definitely the home stretch. I'm looking for gels, but I have none more and they had none on Foster's Avenue. A stranger is handing them out, and I thank him profusely. Two miles later I actually pick one off the ground (unopened!) and consume it. I know I need energy. My body is no longer responding to instructions. It's simply running because that's what it's been doing for twenty two miles. We change into the southbound lanes of the Stillorgan Road and I see the mile marker. Four more miles. It dawns on my that I'm going to make it. My goal is 4:00, but I haven't seen the pace flag. I'll take 4:15, like I've been saying all along. Hell, I'll even take 4:30!

There's a buzz in my thigh. I'm not going to listen to it. We're turning from Nutley Lane onto the Merrion Road when suddenly I'm neck and neck with a pace runner. It's 4:00! I'm elated! Right until I realize that it's not. It's the 4:10 pace runner overtaking me, and I am absolutely powerless to stop him. There's no acceleration left in me. I plod on, on. 23 miles and I count off what's left. It's shorter than my usual run to Brookdale Park and back. I can do that.

The crowds are looming over me now. Hundreds of cheering people, and all of them shouting "You're nearly there!"

I'm nearly there. How much further? What's this? The R.D.S.? I was here yesterday, wasn't I? I had to take a bus to get here from the city centre. No way am I nearly there! I lose heart.

The Shelbourne Road. Lansdowne Road Stadium visible between the houses. This isn't suburbia anymore. We're definitely back in town. Grand Canal Street. Over the Canal. We're in the Inner City again. I can do this. We've cleared mile 24, now mile 25. 1.2 miles more. I can do this!

"Just a Few More Hundred Metres"

People everywhere shouting "Great Time!" "A few more hundred metres!"

Fool me. I believe them. I can't tell where I am anymore. I recognise everything, but have lost the ability to measure, locate, time. It's all just crowds and "just a few more hundred metres". Is it? I can't tell.

There's a knot of runners in front of me who've lost it. They're walking slowly in a long line, one of them crying, and they're blocking everybody. I overtake them on Pearse Street, cursing them silently, and my right thigh punishes me for my lack of sympathy.

Cramp. Terrible, muscle-tearing, leg-grabbing cramp. I am not going to stop. Damn the cramp. I can stop and cry at the finish line. It's so close I can feel it. But every corner I turn it's still not there. WHERE IS THE FINISH LINE? Am I lost? Who are these people?

But it's all right. I'm back on earth again. Trinity College. Not a puff left in me, but I'm on home turf.

Not far now, surely. "Just another hundred yards" says somebody. I want to punch them. It suddenly dawns on me that they're just bystanders. They haven't a clue where the finish line is. They probably think it's at at the top of Grafton Street.

So do I. I turn the corner and it's not. I groan.

Nassau Street. Not a bus to be seen, and not a finish line either. I run on, despairingly. At the end of Nassau Street it reveals itself. It's there. The finish line. Any acceleration left? None. I push doggedly on, and yes, I can raise my arms and manage a smile.

I've made it. 4:09!

Will I do this again? Never!

But hell, yeah! Why not?

Thanks/Buíochas
Alison McNamara for the challenge.
Alison McNamara and Frank O'Donnell for the accommodation in Dublin.
Nancy Livingston and Judy Heller for advice and allowing me to shadow their training for the New York Marathon!
Nancy Livingston for the running belt. It made all my long runs (and the marathon itself) possible.
Kieran Whyte for gels, running clothes, and EXCELLENT ADVICE!
Fleet Feet of Montclair for excellent advice on footwear, including socks. Thanks, Lisa!
But most particularly: Jo Schuster, for all the support. Danke, Liebchen!

Dúnadh Rialtas Mheiriceá / United States Government Shutdown

Pléann m'alt in Beo na míosa seo le dúnadh rialtas Mheiriceá agus an choimhlint idir eití deis agus lárnach an Pháirtí Phoblachtánaigh. Pléann sé freisin mar ar chaill Meiriceá meas an domhain mar gheall ar an gconspóid.

http://www.beo.ie/alt-dunadh-rialtas-mheiricea-obama-versus-an-tea-party.aspx

My article in Beo this month concerns the United States government shutdown and the conflict between the right and center wings of the Republican Party. It also discusses how the United States lost international standing because of the controversy.

http://www.beo.ie/alt-dunadh-rialtas-mheiricea-obama-versus-an-tea-party.aspx

Some basic genealogy info on O'Byrnes, Keoghs, Foleys, Clarkes

I'm just putting this up in case there are long lost cousins out there. I will not help you research your family, and I will not provide any further information about these people unless there's a very good reason for it. Most or all of this information is already easily found in archives or newspapers, and there shouldn't be anything private here.

James (Jim) Byrne

Born Rotunda, Dublin. November 9 1901. Died April 4,1959 at age 58 in Byrne household, Fr. Griffin Rd., Galway.

In 1911 he is recorded as 9 years of age, born in Dublin. RC, able to read and write, a scholar. Address: Dwelling No. 3 (of ten) on land owned by Wm. Osborne. A three-roomed house. Talbotstown Lower, Blessington. He grew up and was a shop assistant in Blessington. two years in the I.R.A. Joined the Civic Guards in 1922 until mid thirties ('33-'34).

Joined the Gardaí: 8 November, 1922

Byrne, John

James' brother. Born c.1908 in Wicklow, prob. Blessington.

Byrne, Kate

See Doyle, Kate

Byrne, Margaret. See Keogh, Margaret.

Byrne, Marget (sic) or Rita

James' sister (recorded in 1911 census). Five years of age in 1911, born Co. Wicklow. Probably Blessington.

Byrne, Michael (c1841-QQQ)

Thomas Byrne's father. A workman, alive in 1901, probably also of Oak Park, Carlow. The only possibility in the whole Carlow area is Michael Byrne recorded by 1901 Census as living in Rathnapish (where there were many Byrnes). He was 60 , RC, R&W, a labourer, b. Co. Carlow and lived with his wife Ellen Byrne, 50, a domestic servant, and his children William, 20, a labourer, Mary Anne, 23 ("neither [reads nor writes]"), a domestic servant, Kate, 21, a dressmaker, and Lizzie, 15, "scholar." The house had one outbuilding (a piggery), stone walls, a thatched roof, 3 rooms, 2 windows facing the front.

Byrne, Thomas. (1872-1873)

James' father. Born c. 1872-3, Carlow (if 1901 "29" and 1911 censuses are to be believed). Married Catherine (Kate) Doyle February 2nd 1901. March 31st 1901 living at 38 Tullow St., Carlow, a 6-roomed slate-roofed dwelling with piggery and shed. A bachelor workman before marriage in 1901. Address: "Oak Park, Carlow". Father Michael Byrne, alive in 1901, a workman (see Michael Byrne). Note: the marriage registered 20th June, 1901 by XX Donald, Registrar. The PP was one John Cullen. James was born 9 Nov 01 in the Rotunda, at which time Thomas gave his address as 13 Hardwicke Street. By 1906 he was likely in Blessington, as Marget (Rita) is recorded as being born in Co. Wicklow. 1911 he was living in Blessington in Labourer's cottage no. 3 on Wm Osborme's land, Talbotstown Lower. He was Head of the Family, RC, not very good at reading and writing? Aged 38 in 1911, born Carlow.

Clarke, Bridget (nee Downey). (1885-)

Helen's grandmother.

Clarke, James (b.1872)

Lena's father (Helen's Grandfather). Of Jamestown, Co. Meath. Siblings Larry, Kate, and XXX. Married twice. His first marriage was to a woman with the surname Million. With this first wife he had two daughters, Jane and XXX, who married someone called Murtagh. With his second wife Bridget Downey he had Lena and others (?).

Clarke, Lena (1906/7 - 1982?)

Helen's mother. Speaks of her father's people. The Clarkes of Clarkes Cross. Small farm there she claims was v. big at the cross, but taken from them in penal times. You now have to cross somebody else's land to get to their house (or had to). They had a right of way. Apparently a RC in penal times couldn't own land fronting on a road. It was the one family of Clarkes. Clarkes cross is near Boyerstown, near Navan. Go on through B'town and straight on along the bog road. Lena's grandfather was James Clarke. Grandfather had a wife, possibly Comiskey, or previously married to Comiskey, by whom she had 2 daughters. Both went to USA. Grandfather Clarke united his land with that of the Comiskeys.

Cockell, Olwen

b. 1972 Galway. Daughter of Enda O'Byrne and Helen Foley.

Curran, Julia (??)

Born in Tysaxon. A countrywoman; farm wife.

Downey, Ellen

Helen's maternal great grandmother. Born Carry. From Rathkenny parish, Meath, near Slane.

Doyle, Catherine (Kate)

Mother of James Byrne. According to Marriage Register (1901), of full age, a spinster, a House Maid, address Dublin St. Carlow. Father James Doyle "alive", likely of same address. On March 31st, 1901 living with Thomas Byrne at 38 Tullow St., Carlow, with no occupation. Born Carlow c.1871-2 (1901 census says she was 31, 1911 census says she was 40). One of her children died young.

Doyle James (1821? - )

Father of Catherine Doyle, who married James Byrne. "Workman" Alive in 1901. Possibly the James Doyle (80), married labourer from Co. Carlow staying at Patrick and Anne Goodlow's boarding house at No. 40 Barrack St., Carlow on the 31st March, 1901. No other James Doyle's in the vicinity of Carlow fit the description.

Foley

There was a family reunion in Sligo in March of 2003.

Foley, Aidan

b. Dublin or Meath late 1930s. d. 2013. Helen's Brother.

Foley, Ann (Jackson)

b. Dublin or Meath c.1940. Helen's only sister. Married Timothy Jackson.

Foley, Helen. (O'Byrne)

Born 28th Dec. 35. No second name.

Foley, Helen (nee Clarke, better known as Lena) (1897 - )

Born of James and Bridget Clarke, who were both born in Co. Meath.

Helen's mother.

Foley, Jim

b. Dublin or Meath 1930s. Helen's brother.

Foley, John

b. Dublin or Meath 1930s. Married Bernie. Died c. 1980 of Lung Cancer.

Foley, Mick

b. Dublin or Meath c.1940.

Foley, Oliver.

b. Dublin or Meath 1930s.

Thomas Foley (1859- )

Helen's Grandfather, Tom's father. b. c.1859, a farmer. In 1901 aged 42 in PD Sligo Sth, PLU Sligo, DED Ballintogher East, Parish Killery, Barony Tirerill, dwelling number 28, with Bridget, his wife, 35, John, his son, Martin, his son, Thos., his son, and Mary, his daughter (later came Bea, Anne and Elizabeth). Lizzie married McVeigh says Helen, Anne married twice (Helen doesn't know their names).

Foley, Thomas (Tom) (1899-)

Helen's father. From Killery or Crossboy (townlands) Co. Sligo. Married Lena Clarke. Went to teach in Navan, Co. Meath, and Naul, N. Co. Dublin. When Helen was a teenager, they moved to Mobhi Rd, Dublin.

Hynes, Éamon.

Keogh. Patrick Jr.'s son.

Hynes, Frank.

Keogh. Patrick Jr.'s son. Dept of Social Welfare.

Hynes, Jack.

Keogh. Patrick Jr.'s son. Dept of Industry and Commerce.

Hynes, Maeve

Keogh.

Foley, Tom

b. mid 1930s d. c.2005. Helen's brother. Lives in Cork.

                     

Hynes, John (b. 1887)             

Younger brother of Patrick Hynes and son of Patrick Hynes. It must have been very soon after John's birth that Julia remarried (to Patrick Keogh).

Hynes, Patrick.  (1881 - )

To whom Julia Hynes was first married. By him Julia had Patrick and John. Both were in the post office. One died of a cerebral haemorrhage. Patrick junior was serving in the GPO in Galway in 1922.

Keogh, Brendan

Son of Tomás Keogh and Teresa Lally. Much of the material Tomás Keogh collected for Scéim na Scol was written down by Brendan.

Keogh, Carmel

Daughter of Edward Keogh and Mary Wall.

Keogh, Colette

Daughter of Edward Keogh and Mary Wall. Schoolteacher. husband John Carroll, a school principal.

Keogh, Cyril

Son of Tomás Keogh and Teresa Lally. Joined the civil service c.1946 and lives in Blackrock, Co. Dublin.

Keogh, Edward (“Ed’n”) (1888 or 1889- )

Son of Patrick Keogh and Julia of Tiaquin. Married Mary Wall in 1934 and with her had Éamon (1939), Siobhán (1935), Pat (Páraic) (1936), Robbie (1938), Tomás (1940), Marguerite (1943), Carmel (1944), Colette (1948), Noel (1947-1980). Inherited the Tiaquin house.

Keogh, Éamonn,

Son of  Tomás Keogh and Teresa Lally. Lives in Dublin. Married a girl of Galway extraction.

Keogh, Éamonn,

Son of Edward Keogh and Mary Wall. Inherited Tiaquin. Had children Brendan and XXX.

Keogh, Eithne

Daughter of Tomás Keogh and Teresa Lally. Qualified as teacher and lived her life between Canal Road and Dublin, where she taught. Eithne, Maeve, and Nuala are all mentioned in an article by Seán Stafford in the Journal of the Galway Hist and Arch Society.

Keogh, Julia (b.1854 or 1852)

Was first married to a Hynes, by whom she had Patrick Hynes (telegraphist in GPO) in 1881. Hynes her husband died and she married Patrick Keogh in 1887.

Keogh, Johnny

Son of William Keogh. I recently received a copy of his history (published in the Journal of the East Galway Historical Soc.) from Siobhán and Don Murphy.

Keogh, Maeve

Daughter of Tomás Keogh and Teresa Lally.

Keogh, Margaret (Maighréad Bn. Uí Bhroin) (b. 1894)

Dates? Daughter of Patrick Keogh and Julia Curran of Tiaquin, Co. Galway. Teacher at the model school, Scoil Fhursa, in Galway, after marrying James Byrne of Blessington, Co. Wicklow. With James, had Aidan, Fursey, and Enda. She was supposedly 84 at death in 1975. She was significantly older than James. Known to the Canal Road Keoghs as “Aunt Baby”.

Keogh, Marguerite

Daughter of Edward Keogh and Mary Wall. Married Enda McGowan and moved to Galway with him in the 80s.

Keogh, Mary (b. 1898)

Daughter of Patrick Keogh and XXX of Tiaquin. Died as a young child of mushroom poisoning in the field outside the house at Tiaquin.

Keogh, Michael (1833- )

I am guessing that this man was Patrick Keogh's brother. In the 1901 census he was married to Bridget (65) and had kids Michael (25), Bridget (25), Patrick (28), Mary (30).

Keogh, Noel

Son of Edward Keogh and Mary Wall. Married Bernadette (Bernie) XXX and died in 1980.

Keogh, Nuala

Daughter of Tomás Keogh and Teresa Lally. Went to UCG, captained lady’s hockey,

Keogh, Pat

Son of Edward Keogh and Mary Wall. Became a Commandant General of the Irish Army and did extensive work with the United Nations.

Keogh, Patricia

Occasionally referred to as Patricia Lally. Firstborn child of Tomás Keogh and Teresa Lally. Married XXX Tarpey, an engineer.

Keogh, Patrick (1841 or 1842 - )

Returned from America (Philadelphia, or Pennsylvania, perhaps?) and married XXX from Tiaquin, newly widowed after marriage to XXX Hynes. Became household head in Tiaquin and with XXX had William, Tomás, Margaret, Edward and Mary.

Keogh, Siobhán,

Daughter of Edward Keogh and Mary Wall. Qualified as a teacher. Married Don Murphy.

Keogh, Thomas (sometimes Tomás MacEochaidh) (1896 or 1897 - )

Son of Patrick Keogh and XXX of Tiaquin. Married Teresa Lally, with whom he had Patricia (Patty), Eithne, Nuala, Éamon, Brendan, Maeve, Cyril. After Teresa’s death, he married Áine Connaughton of Galway, I found a large quantity of copybooks submitted by him on behalf of his students for the "Scéim na Scol" of the Coimisiún Béaloidis in 1937. Some of the material is in Brendan Keogh's (his son's) hand, who was at school there. Tomás did a little folklore collecting in East Galway and published an old song from an old woman. There is a copy of the article lying around in Canal Road, and a reference to it in the catalogue of the Coimisiún Béaloidis.

Keogh, William (1890 or 1891 - )

Son of Patrick Keogh and X Wall of Tiaquin, Co. Galway. the Congested Districts Board from about 1908. Rapidly rose through the ranks until he became a supervisor in Oughterard and married Mary (Mayno) Power, whose family owned a small thatched pub in Oughterard town. Marr. c. 1918. Children Julia, Paddy, Johnny, Ned, Tom, Fr. Hon, Liam, Fr. Joe.

McAlpine, Darina

b. 1963. Daughter of Enda O'Byrne and Helen Foley. Ed. Taylors Hill, Convent, Galway; Salerno Secondary School, Galway; Kylemore Abbey boarding school, Conamara, Galway. Married Seán McAlpine from Glasgow.

McSharry, Mac an tSearraigh, Mac a'tSearraigh

Alternative name for Foley. One side of the Foley had taken (or retained) the name McSharry (Mac an tSearraigh) and the other Foley. Interestingly, in the parish of Killery we find Patrick McSharry (48), his wife Mary (46), their children Michael (17), Patrick (15), Maria (13), John (10), Thomas (8), and James (6). Also James McSharry (48), single and Bridget McSharry (19), servant in the home of William and Bridget Lee (44, 43), both N. Schoolteachers. Patrick and James were likely twins.

 

Murphy, Siobhán "Siúán"

Daughter of Edward Keogh and Mary Wall. Married Don Murphy.

Ó Broin, Brian

 (1967- ) Mac Éanna Uí Bhroin agus Helen Foley. Oideachas Scoil Fhursa, Gaillimh; Coláiste Iognáid, Gaillimh agus Coláiste na Carraige Duibhe, Áth Cliath. UCG (i.e. NUIG) 1989; UCC 1992; Albert-Ludwigs Universitaet, Freiburg 1994; Humboldt Universitaet 1994; University of Illinois, Champaign-Urbana 2002; University of Wisconsin, Madison 2003; Marquette University 2003; ag múineadh teangeolaíochta agus léann na meánaoise i William Paterson University, New Jersey.

O'Byrne, Aidan

Born 1931. d. 1973. Eldest brother of Enda.

O'Byrne, Fursey

b. 1938 d. 1966.

O'Byrne, Patrick Enda.

Born Nov 2, 1934, Seamount Nursing Home, Salthill, Galway.

Julia Wall

From East Galway. Married QQQ Hynes, who owned Tiaquin house. Hynes died, and she remarried Patrick Keogh, who was returned from America.

Whyte, Emer

(1966- ) Daughter of Enda O'Byrne and Helen Foley. Married Kieran Whyte c. 1990.