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Gilbride or Gallagher: Which Michael is Buried in Sacramento?

I'm taking on a little challenge this week to hopefully correct a mistake 138-years in the making. It involves a cemetery record in which the wrong surname was recorded. Was it Michael Gilbride or Michael Gallagher who was interred at St. Joseph Cemetery in Sacramento? (You may remember my posts about Michael Gilbride published in fall 2022, and how I originally discovered him, his family's move to Lowell, Massachusetts, and more. To catch up, start here:  Dear Sir: How I Found My Civil War Veteran, Michael Gilbride .) I can make a compelling case that the man was Michael Gilbride, who is a third great-granduncle, and the son of my immigrant ancestor James Gilbride (1874-1872) and his wife Mary Catherine Hart Gilbride (1807-1855). Why is this important? Michael was a Civil War veteran, who served in the 52nd Pennsylvania, Co. H. By the time he lived in Sacramento, he was indigent. In 1884, he applied for a Civil War pension, and was still fighting for it in 1886, when he died.

Crowdsource Your Family History on Facebook

Photos generously shared by my father's cousin, in response to my blog post on neighborhood family history on E. 147th St.


By Nancy Gilbride Casey

Never underestimate the power of a Facebook post or a family history blog to improve your genealogy.

In January, I shared a piece entitled "Close to Home on E. 147th Street," on my family history blog Leaves on the Tree. The theme "close to home" was generated by blogger Amy Johnson Crow, as part of her "52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks," writing challenge.

I immediately thought about spending my early elementary days on E. 147th street, where we shared a duplex with my maternal grandmother and uncle, and lived just doors away from my paternal grandparents. In those days, so much was "close to home."

In addition to posting the piece on my blog, I shared it on Facebook and tagged a few family members, as I typically do.

As it turns out, my reminiscences jogged loose several memories from other cousins and kin, as they too recollected living or visiting that neighborhood. I learned that my recollections might not be quite complete, as a few family chimed in that my chronology was just a bit off, and that there existed a second neighborhood house associated with the family early on.

Together, we essentially crowdsourced additional memories:
  • My aunt provided a better photo of one house than I had.
  • A cousin told me about a second house down the street where my Dad lived before I was born.
  • Another cousin recalled that she'd heard that one house burned down and sent me in search of the truth of that event (No record of it that the fire department could find.).
  • A distant cousin sent photos of the tiny attic apartment which my grandparents allowed her parents to live in when she was very young.
  • Yet another cousin provided the map he'd created to the family locations within a few neighborhood blocks. 
What a joy to get a more full picture of just how close the ties were, and to learn facts I never could have known on my own. Though I only meant to write about my own memories, instead, the exercise helped me better understand and visualize the neighborhood, learn how many more family lived there, and to fill in the gaps in my understanding of our local family history.


I was able to revise my original post, giving credit to my family who helped. I also was able to share even more family photos on Facebook.

Writing about your family history from various perspectives—like the history of your family within a neighborhood, or even just a house you lived in—can be the key to unlock a flood of family memories, bringing all closer together. And, isn't that what genealogy is all about?

Until next time...

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This post is also featured in the Greater Cleveland Genealogical Society's newsletter, "Certified Copy," Issue 49.2, Summer 2020.




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