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For weeks I’ve been haunted by this photo by @irelandincolour, taken in 1854 in Tipperary. Haunted because it speaks to me in the voice of my Great Great Grandfather's voice. It says, “This was not me but, look--look--this was me.”
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Timothy Callaghan emigrated in 1851 from Cobh, then Queenstown. He was 14 and alone. I doubt it was an easy choice, but probably one of few choices he had. He wasn’t the only one but he was lucky enough that his parents were somehow able to pay for passage.
The harbour is quite different now than what it would have been. Quiet enough today, Timothy would have looked across a small forest of ships masts as he boarded the Ship Racer and embarked on his voyage into the unknown.
He would have passed the prison hulks moored beside Spike Island, the largest prison in the history of the UK and Ireland. They were dark, damp and verminous. They were unseaworthy, sedentary; the complete opposite of their original purpose.
Vessels designed for freedom of movement consigned to incarceration. Spike Island was full of men and boys waiting for transportation to penal colonies.
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Many of the crimes were borne out of desperation owing to the breakdown in society and in some cases, crimes were even committed purposefully to get transportation, such was the horror of the Famine. A horror still evident in those boys faces.
The passage would not have been easy. These ships were named “Coffin Ships” for a reason, both for the overcrowded conditions as well as the disease and death that filled them. He was a 14 year old on his own. I can't imagine the fear and doubt in his mind during that passage.
He landed in NYC & spent his first winter in Vermont, working as a logger. In the spring the stumps of the logged trees were still nearly 5' tall for the snow that was there when they were cut. So he headed south for a warmer climate, eventually arriving in Louisville, Ky.
He may have worked for a dairy when he arrived but we know that he eventually got a job on the L&N railroad, then just in its infancy. In May 1853 Timothy was on the first crew to lay rail on that new venture, an 8 mile stretch out from the center.
On August 6, 1855, the Know Nothing's, a right wing nativist party, instigated anti-immigrant & anti-Catholic riots in Louisville on Election Day. Stoked by incendiary articles by The Louisville Journal editor George Prentice, Protestant rioters tore through the city
which had a large percentage of immigrant residents. The rioters attacked, killed, set fire to and hung Irish and German immigrants, causing immense destruction and death. Timothy was very nearly one of those numbers. https://www.leoweekly.com/2018/08/bloody-monday-immigrant-hatred-163-years-ago
The cart he was driving was attacked and overturned, his horse killed. He hid beneath it and played dead. Because of this, I exist. Officially 22 people were killed, although this has been much disputed. What isn’t disputed is the terror of that night or
the mass exodus of immigrants from the city afterwards. Timothy was a part of the immigrant exodus from Louisville, maybe fortuitously, because of his job with the L&N. He vowed to never step a foot in Louisville again, and we're certain that he kept that promise.
The first L&N train ran on August 25, 1855, only weeks after Bloody Monday, when 300 people traveled 8 miles from Louisville. I wonder how many on board had a direct or indirect hand in that previous chaos.
http://www.lnrr.org/History.aspx
http://www.lnrr.org/History.aspx
In 1859, the first train operated all the way from Louisville to Nashville, joining the two namesake cities. By this time, Timothy had settled in Colesburg, Ky., south of Louisville, where the L&N had a depot at the spur of Muldragh’s Hill.
He fell in love with Mary Malvina Booth, a woman from a prominent family, but her father was vehemently against her marrying an Irish Catholic, and one 16 years her senior. They ran away to Tennessee right before the start of the Civil War and eloped on December 26, 1860.
When the Civil War began, he was assigned to guard the rail bridge over the Salt River. The bridge was burned first by Union forces to halt Confederate advances into the State and later by Confederate forces on John Hunt Morgan’s cavalry raid into Indiana.
He was moved a bit further south to the bridge on the Rolling Fork River at Lebanon Junction and eventually. At some point he eventually was able to buy a plot of land and he became a farmer. What believe he raised chickens.
Timothy died in 1899, 6 months short of the new century. Born into a country on the verge of chaos, he made a life for himself on a new continent, elevating himself far above any station he likely would not have had at home. He was 65.
We don’t know what Timothy looked like, although we’ve heard he had dark hair and blue eyes, like my dad. We have a photo of his son, my great grandfather, John Sr. This portrait was made sometime in the late 1800’s when he was an Assistant Railroad Engineer.
In all, two of Timothy’s sons worked on the railroad, John Sr. and Herman. Herman died on the railroad. He was a railroad fireman and he was putting water in a boiler on another engine when the big water spout fell down and severed his legs from his body.
John Sr. had just passed him, working on another train. They waved to each other as he passed. When he got to the next stop he was told that Herman had been hurt, hurry back. He didn’t make it in time.
Herman was 21.
Herman was 21.
He was buried and a fine headstone erected, in the same stone as his parents. He also paid for a stained glass window in St. Clare’s Church, one of the first Catholic churches west of the Appalachians and founded by Bishop Flaget.
In 1905 there was a tremendous accident at New Hope, Ky. when two trains collided. One of them was carrying explosive ordinance for mining which the subsequent fire ignited. At the time, that section of the L&N had three Division Engineers and two were all killed that day.
John Sr. was immediately made an Engineer, after which he successfully passed his Engineers test. During WW1, he made some history. The spur of Muldragh’s Hill was the steepest rail grade east of the Mississippi. Trains were broken up and taken up in sections.
(John Sr., seated)
(John Sr., seated)
It’’s why Colesburg existed. This would often take a day or more to complete. Driving a freight train with a consignment of hemp for the war effort, John Sr. eschewed practice and took his train up in one heroic and dangerous slog, the first ever to accomplish that feat.
Bringing in his train of materials vital to the war effort over a day early, he received a commendation letter from President Woodrow Wilson himself. He drove steam engines for the rest of his career, his last run with Engine 1894 in January 1945 and retired in 1947.
