I was born in Grafton, North Dakota, to
Farigal Gallagher and Marguerite Gagnon on
April 1, 1936. My father’s nickname was Fag—
I’m glad they never stuck that on me. Mother is
of French Canadian pa...lihat lebih banyakI was born in Grafton, North Dakota, to
Farigal Gallagher and Marguerite Gagnon on
April 1, 1936. My father’s nickname was Fag—
I’m glad they never stuck that on me. Mother is
of French Canadian parents, so Marguerite was
a little too much for English speakers, so it was
shortened to Margaret and then Mugs. My two
brothers, Michael and Robert, are both two years
younger. We were known as Pat, Mike, and Mustard.
This was a hard time in the Dakotas as it was the depth of the Depression, and
there was no market for the wheat, barley, and potatoes that the farmers grew. The
area was a complete farm economy. If the farmers were not making it, neither was
anyone else.
We lived on a farm that had been homesteaded by my grandfather Farigal
Gallagher. My father did not have any ownership in the land, having given it up for
money to go to the University of Chicago with the idea of becoming a physician. I
understand that he did not make the grade at school, and he and my mother came
back to North Dakota to help my grandfather Gagnon during his dying days. After
he died, they went out to the farm and lived in the old Gallagher homesteadlihat lebih sedikit