1. Jack and Esther Price (c. 1950, Limestone, PA) – grandparents of patron Mark Lepper, on their wedding day. Jack and Esther met in the Pittsburgh suburb of New Kensington, where they both worked at the Aluminum Company of America (Alcoa). Jack was also earning a bachelor’s degree at the Univ. of Pittsburgh. After marrying they moved to Chicago where Esther worked as an exec. asst. and Jack earned a master’s in Social Administration. Jack then became the Events and Membership Coordinator for the Chicago YMCA, but it didn’t pay the bills. He then accepted an offer to establish the Quality Assurance program at a division of Johnson & Johnson where he retired 35 years later. They raised three kids, and after 25 years in Chicago, Jack, Esther and their youngest child moved to suburban Philadelphia where they lived the rest of their lives. Jack loved gardening, music and classic movies, they were both faithful Christians, devoted to their friends and family and enjoyed traveling across the U.S.

2. Daisy Eugenia Sinnema (c. ~1949, Forks, WA) - grandmother of patron Cassandra Powel, pictured as a teenager. Daisy was born Jan. 27, 1933, in Forks and raised on the Quillayute Prairie. She comes from a long line of strong women who were also born and lived out their lives on the Olympic Peninsula. Although she was incredibly sweet and good natured, Daisy had some tough years, married to a gruff Dutchman and losing one of her three children, but she worked hard and laughed harder. For years she was a cook at the Coffee Shop—a central social hub for the small logging town—working alongside her mom Martha and daughters “Ann” (Martha) and Carla. Later in life you could find her working at the Vagabond where she wouldn’t hesitate to pull you off your barstool by the ear if you used foul language or were otherwise disrespectful. Daisy enjoyed combing for treasures at Second Beach (where we spread her remains), picking wild blackberries, tending to her garden and pinching the occasional tush. She loved and was greatly loved by her children and grandchildren—a true gem and pioneer of the Olympic Peninsula.

5 & 6. Charlotte Glynn Feeney and William Arthur “Art” Feeney parents of stalwart patron Richard Feeney and grandparents of Siobhan O’Leary, married in Minneapolis in 1937. Arthur and Charlotte met when they were both in diapers. They grew up just blocks away from each other in the little Irish dominated town of Maple Lake in central Minnesota, where Art’s dad was a partner with Charlotte’s Uncle Jim in the local bank. Art’s family moved to Minneapolis where he attended high school, graduating in 1925. Then, purely by chance, he bumped into his old childhood friend, Charlotte, who had moved to the big city for college, and a romance began. But Art needed work, so he hitched the rails, eventually taking a boxcar west to work on the railroad and live in a construction camp in Scenic, Washington, site of a monumental tunnel drilling through the Cascades. Charlotte became an English and History teacher. Their long-distance relationship turned into a marriage, they raised three children, both battled tuberculosis and ultimately settled in Beaverton, Oregon.

8 & 9. Kieran Duff (left), and Frank and Christine Perry (right)(c. 1952, Jarrow, UK) - “Uncle Kieran” is the second cousin of Neil Perry, owner of Antler Gallery on Alberta St. Kieran’s mother moved to the UK from Ireland while pregnant with him. Kieran was a big part of Neil’s life growing up, always armed with a good story and great sense of humor. They often watched Sunderland football together with family. The photo is paired with Neil’s parents, Frank and Christine Perry, in a photo taken in 1969 at Neil’s grandmother's house in Jarrow, upon returning from their honeymoon in Blackpool. Both photos are positioned so they can all watch Sunderland with Neil on the O’Leary’s TV on Saturday mornings.

10. Robert Lawrence Joyce, Sr., and Ruth Emma Maltby (c. 1920s, Coney Island, NY) - grandparents of patron Julie Joyce. Robert grew up in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and became a high school teacher in Newark, New Jersey, and later a sociology professor at St. Lawrence University in Canton, New York. He was active in school productions, wrote original plays and supported the IRA. Robert’s father was of Irish descent and came to America in 1868 from Scotland. Ruth’s ancestors came here from the UK in the 1600s, and she grew up on a small farm in Upstate, New York. They met freshman year at St. Lawrence University. While struggling through the Depression in New Jersey they took in a boarder--sculptor Seumas O'Brien from Ireland--who created the leprechaun statue found in the O’Leary’s men's room.

29. Hanna Coughlin (c. 1914, Seneca, IL) - great grandmother of investor Pat LaCrosse, pictured third from the right. Hanna was born in Limerick, Ireland, in 1827 and came to New York in 1847 fleeing the famine. She met and married William Coughlin (born in Cork, Ireland, in 1920) in Schenectady, New York, and after two years they moved to Seneca where Hanna’s parents lived and gave them a farm. William was an enormous 6’4” tall, and their daughter Mary is the tall woman in the photo. Very tall Coughlins still live in Schenectady. Hanna passed in 1915.

39. Melissa Kilgore-Marchetti (c. 1970, Spokane, WA) - mother of bartender Kory Nielsen. Scotch-Irish Melissa is the baby, pictured with her mother, grandmother, great grandmother and great great grandmother, all gathered at Melissa’s grandmother’s house. All five women, including Melissa’s oldest daughter, were first-born children, a trend broken in 2012 when Melissa’s grandson was born.

49. Agnes Flynn Frobose and Frederick August Frobose (c. 1898, New York, NY) – great great grandparents of patron Craig Needham (husband of Erinn Needham-see #46), pictured on their wedding day. Sixteen-year-old Agnes Bridget O’Flynn (she later dropped the “O”) came to America in 1890 from Queens County, Ireland (renamed County Laois in 1922). Frederick was born to German parents in NYC where he would meet and marry Agnes. They had 7 kids (6 who survived to adulthood) and lived in Nutley, NJ, where Frederick helped found the Nutley Volunteer Fire Department, serving as its first chief. His son Frank started working there at age 9 taking care of the horses that pulled the firetrucks, later becoming the fire chief himself.

56. Eileen Linehan (c. 1943, Fort Smith, AR) – grand-mother of patron Jane Casey. Born in 1920 in South Dakota, Eileen grew up on the Pine Ridge Sioux Indian reservation where she and her mom and five sisters fed so many ranch hands, Indians and white men that she never sat at a table with less than a dozen men until college. She studied nursing and became a flight nurse in WWII, flying wounded soldiers from North Africa to Bermuda, liberated prisoners of war from India and worked in a military hospital in Naples, Italy. She went AWOL once, in Kansas City, while traveling between bases. She and two other flight nurses had found the bar and hot jazz band at the Muehlebach Hotel so alluring they stayed three days instead of getting on the train the next morning. Eileen met her husband, Herbert Casey, in Cairo, Egypt, settling in Fort Smith, AR. He died young, so with four kids to raise Eileen went back to school for a graduate degree and taught nursing for years. She smoked countless cigarettes, read ceaselessly, loved the Catholic Mass and died at age 90.

57. Jack and Marilyn Pasternack (c. 1958, Pearl River, NY) – parents of patron Alan Pasternack, pictured on their wedding day. Jack ran a pharmacy in Pearl River, and Marilyn worked at his side daily. After retirement they moved to Portland to be closer to Alan, his wife Gail and their two children, gaining a fondness for rambling around NW Portland neighborhoods and scouring libraries for the next great read. They weathered tough times but were always happy because they had each other. Jack, who had stage IV skin cancer, and Marilyn, who suffered from terminal cardiac disease, decided that rather than suffering through slow, painful deaths, they would take advantage of Oregon’s Death with Dignity Act and leave this world like they lived—together. The week before Jack and Marilyn passed, Alan and Gail helped them celebrate life. They ate, drank and listened to live music all over Portland, including here at O’Leary’s. They lived simply but exquisitely. This photo honors their bond and sad, yet beautiful passing, hand in hand, on Feb. 8, 2020.

58. Maureen DeLany (c. 1955, Syracuse, NY) – mother of patron Carolyn DeLany (nee Ashe), in her engagement photo. Maureen was a stay-at-home mom and wife of Dan, her high school sweetheart, both 2nd generation Irish from Syracuse, NY. They married the day after he graduated from West Point. As an Army wife, she traveled the States and the world. After Dan’s death in 2008, Maureen moved to Portland to be close to her children. She was elegant and hilarious, but also rather shy. Like a lot of Irish (at least in her neck of the woods) she loved to gamble. It was always an incongruous image, but she would stand at slot machines, bet on horses or dogs, play bingo all the time wearing pearls and not a hair out of place. She was raised in a large Irish Catholic family often in the care of her Irish (Gaelic) speaking aunt and grandmother. She first met her Irish relatives on the Dingle Peninsula in the 1970s and ended up going back many, many times. Her daughter Carolyn brought her on her final trip there before Maureen started her decline with Lewy Body Dementia. She died in March 2022 at age 86, and her post funeral reception was held at T.C. O'Leary's June 3, 2022. She is interred with her husband Dan at Willamette National Cemetery, but some of her ashes are sprinkled on her family's plot in Camp, Ireland.

59. Frank and Florence Spencer (c. 1942, Oakland, CA) - parents of patron Tim Spencer, in their wedding photo. Born in San Francisco in 1910, Frank’s original name was Earl, born to John and Marie Murphy, from Irish and French ancestry, respectively. He also had an older brother named Albert. But John and Marie separated quickly, and John left town. Marie struggled financially, putting Earl in an orphanage and raising Albert. At age 3 Earl was adopted by the Spencer family from Oakland, who renamed him Frank. In 1966 Frank moved to Seattle and ran a small home improvement business. With movie-star looks, he was witty, a great storyteller and poet, philosophical, imaginative and spontaneous. When least expected he would recite a Shakespearian sonnet or burst out singing an Irish ballad or drinking song. Or he might raise a profound insight about the meaning of life or the origins of our universe. When Frank was 65 his long-lost, biological brother Albert contacted him by surprise and became a beloved family member. Florence Lorraine Spencer was born in Oakland in 1923, and everybody called her “Marian.” Her father, James Long, was a well-known Oakland coffee merchant in downtown Oakland, known locally as “Long the Coffee Man” and making frequent trips to Central America to buy coffee beans from local farmers. Marian was friendly and kindhearted, and with her good-natured character she made lasting friendships easily and often. She passed away in 2012.

60. Ned Fenlon (c. 1939, Lake Michigan) - great-uncle of O’Leary’s patron “Pirate John” McCormick, pictured with John’s grandfather Jim Fenlon aboard The Molly H, a 1920s yacht they refurbished together. Ned grew up in Hessel, MI, learning the native Ojibwa language as a boy working in the family’s grocery store, Fenlon Brothers. The store welcomed Ottawa and Chippewa tribe members, always extended them full credit when the winters were harsh and money was scarce. The tribes had great respect for the Fenlons and invited them to tribal ceremonies and events. Ned studied law at Notre Dame, graduating in 1927 and later winning election to the Michigan legislature in 1933, becoming one of only two Democrats in the 100-member House. His greatest legacy was championing the construction of the Mackinac Bridge, which finally allowed cars to cross the Straits between Michigan’s upper and lower peninsulas without a ferry ride. The local tribes revered Ned’s tireless efforts and gave him the name “Tchi ajigon,” meaning in order to build the big bridge. Ned married his wife of 62 years, Jane, in 1939, and then became the 33rd Judicial Circuit Court Judge for Mackinac, Cheboygan and Emmet counties. Ned also had a passion for speed boat racing. At one point he served as commodore of the Mackinac Island Yacht Club and supplied the Grand Hotel with liquor during Prohibition by purchasing booze in Canada and racing back to Mackinac Island by boat at night with no lights to avoid getting caught. (When he did get caught, the police would help him unload his cargo in exchange for a bottle.) At 96, Ned visited Ireland with his son, where he made friends quickly and was named by his tour bus companions the àrd-rìgh (Gaelic for high king). Known for his wisdom and wit, banjo playing, positive attitude, kindness and love of people, Ned lived to age 106. He had two funeral ceremonies—one Catholic, and the other an Ojibwe funeral. Ned was considered an honorary Ojibwe chief, and the entire community came out for the celebration of an extraordinary life.

61. Ellen Lynch (c. 1860s, San Francisco, CA) - great grandmother of patron Phil Meehan. Ellen was born in 1844 in England of Irish parents, but her British accent turned off the Meehan side of the family. It’s unknown when or how Ellen ended up in San Francisco, but her own family probably didn’t much appreciate her marrying Union Army veteran, jig dancer and Irish circus performer, Morris Cathcart, who was drafted into the Civil War right off the boat from Ireland in 1865 before moving to California and meeting Ellen. Meanwhile, the Meehan side came to Quebec in 1841 from Tipperary, Ireland, eventually drawn to the silver mines of Nevada. It was there that Phil’s grandparents, Thomas Meehan and Nellie Cathcart (Ellen’s daughter) met and married in 1882. They quickly moved to Deer Island, Oregon, where they farmed, and Thomas worked as a carpenter. They had 10 children, the youngest being Lewis Cathcart Meehan (Phil’s father), born in 1905. Apparently, the Meehans rarely spoke of the circus side of the family. But three generations later, Phil has come to accept Ellen as his kind of woman! She ran away with the circus!

62. Patrick Sheedy (c. 1920s, Los Angeles, CA) – great grandfather of patron Carol Swanson. Patrick was born in Mullagh, Co. Clare, in 1847 and immigrated to the U.S. in 1857 with his younger sister to meet up with their dad and uncle in Sacramento. (His mother had died in Ireland, so he and his sister made the journey alone.) He worked for the Southern Pacific railroad for 56 years, first in Sacramento as a mechanic and working his way up through the ranks. He was promoted to superintendent of motive power in Los Angeles in 1902 and served in this capacity until he retired. Retirement age at the time was 70, but he was so loved and good at his job that he didn't retire until he was 77. Patrick was well loved, respected and known for his smiling Irish eyes. He died in 1931, at the age of 84.

63. Morton and Martha Spence (c. 1941, Northfield, MN) – Grandparents of patron Anja Spence. Martha was born in Saskatchewan, Canada, where her father had moved to from Indiana in 1912 to homestead on farmland. After the 8th crop failure, the family moved back to Indiana. Morton was born in Scots Bluff, Nebraska, to Irish immigrant parents, perhaps from County Cork. Their singing voices brought Mort and Martha together in Northfield, Minnesota, at the outset of WW II. Mort sang at Carlton College and Martha was with the noted St. Olof Choir. Mort’s search for the perfect career always circled him back to his roots in journalism, both small town weeklies and eventually the Journal, then the Oregonian in Portland, and lastly, the Sandy Profile. Along the way they formed a lasting friendship with the Kelly clan, initiated, not surprisingly, by Arlene Kelly (see #s 17, 21, 20). Their three children produced five granddaughters. Martha expressed herself in her poetry and taught adult literacy through the Oregon Laubach Literacy program.

64. James Samuel Goddard, Sr. (c. 1955, Newton, MA) – grandfather of patron Dennis O’Neill. Born in 1904 to Irish immigrant parents, James always told people he was half English, and the family suspects he changed his name to hide his Irish heritage because “Irish Need Not Apply.” He would often take young Dennis to an Italian church where mass was spoken in Italian. (He would promptly fall asleep, and Dennis’s job was to wake him up when he began snoring.) He was the first motorcycle cop in Newton, and if he was called to a bar fight, he had two options: sit down, drink a beer and wait for the fight to end, or break it up. He mostly waited and drank. He was super strong, 6’ 3”, 250 lbs, much larger than the average adult male in those days, and could pick Dennis up with one hand. In 1932 he married Harriet Cecelia Dougan, from Nova Scotia, and when Dennis and his family would come over he’d say, “Harriet, hide the silverware! The Irish are here!” But also, they had a saying: “Rory get your dory there’s a heron in the bay,” code for “There’s an Irishman sneaking down from Canada into Boston Harbor,” and they had to go down to the harbor and protect them from uncertain wrath. He died of a heart attack in 1978 at age 73.

65. John “Doc” Martin Hanrahan and Mary “Dolly” Josephine Reilly (c. ~1910, Dublin, Ireland) – grandparents of patron Chris Breshears. Doc and Dolly grew up in Ireland (County Tipperary and County Tyrone, respectively) and came to the U.S. as adults in the early 1900s, but they didn’t meet until after they got here. (The photos are their passport photos for their journeys to America.) It is rumored that Doc was being pursued by the IRA, and in 1910 he left Ireland to study veterinary medicine at Washington State University, later serving as a horse veterinarian for the cavalry during WWI. He lived in Boseman, MT, and later, while visiting NYC, he met Dolly. They traveled back to Ireland together in 1921, got married, then returned to the U.S., first to Sequim, WA, ultimately settling in Woodburn, OR. As the first licensed veterinarian in Oregon, Doc Hanrahan was well known and respected all over Marion County, often trading his services for meat and eggs during the Depression. Dolly, the matriarch, maintained an impeccable home and hosted many very formal dinners and brunches. She taught her five children social graces, darning and crocheting. She died at home in 1970. Doc couldn’t see the numbers on the phone to dial after he discovered her in distress, so he walked 5 blocks to his daughter’s house (where Chris was being raised). Chris vividly remembers Grandpa Doc uttering “Goodbye Dolly forever” at the cemetery. He died in 1974, and both are buried at St. Luke’s Cemetery in Woodburn.

66. Dolores Basinet and Joe O'Malley (c. 1948, Alameda, CA) – engagement photo of grandparents of patron Siobhan O’Malley. On the afternoon they met in 1948, Dolores already had a date scheduled that evening with another guy. Dolores allegedly told that other guy that "she had met someone" and politely let him down. Joe, 26, was fresh out of the Army Air Corps and worked in the Montgomery Ward warehouse in Oakland as a mail-order fulfillment supervisor. (He would later build a successful career in dry-cleaning, owning three establishments in San Francisco’s East Bay.) Dolores, 21, was a flight attendant with United Airlines, then pursued a career as a nurse, and later worked the finances/books for the family business. They had 8 children and were married for 58+ years. Dolores passed away in 2007; Joe in 2012. Joe’s ancestors came to Pennsylvania from Ireland in the 1870s, and his parents homesteaded farmland in Nebraska in the late 1910s. Dolores' parents were both from Worcester, MA, and moved to Southern California in the 1920s.

68. Hilma Patterson (middle), Jill Hudspeth (right) and baby Jericho Fenner (c. 1985, Southern California) – grandmother and mother of patron Jericho Fenner (the baby in the photo). This photo has been in Jericho’s childhood photo album forever and has gained significance since her grandmother (Hilma) passed in 2021. From Jericho: “This beautiful multi-generational photograph captures a lot of love in a single moment. I always thought I was so different from both of them, and we had nothing in common. However, the older I get the more I've realized that we are all very alike in the best ways possible.” Hilma was raised in Minnesota by parents who came from Sweden in the early 1900s.

69. Richard “Dick” Rittel (c. late 1960s, Edwards Air Force Base, CA) – grandfather of patron Brandon Fenner. Dick came from Russian/German stock and was an engineer at the Rocket Propulsion Lab at Edwards Airforce Base in California. He could fix/make anything from anything. A special memory is of a cookie that he made every Christmas. The French Gallette/Gaufrette recipe was handed down through at least 3 or 4 generations. They are a thin waffle-ish style cookie, made on a very special cookie iron that has been passed down as well. Dick created a propane stove top from an old camping stove to use the iron. Every holiday season he spent days making hundreds of cookies to share with family and friends. From Brandon: “He taught me how to make them, and I helped him for many years. When I was old enough, he passed the handwritten recipe, camp stove and cookie iron down to me. I feel him by my side with every cookie I make and share. They are my connection to him that I will always have.” Brandon has put his own touch on the cookies, creating an Irish version that T.C. O’Leary’s includes on its menu for some dessert items.

71. Marv Turner (c. 1966, Manhattan, KS) – father of patron Allison Turner. Marv grew up in Arcata, California, and went to Humboldt State and U.C. Davis, where he met his wife, Lynnée. Just after getting married, the two headed to Manhattan, KS, where Marv got his veterinary degree from Kansas State Univ. He is pictured here at age 26 outside their Manhattan apartment, putting the finishing touches on the camping trailer he built by hand. He and Lynnée drove it throughout the U.S., visiting Kentucky, Wash. D.C., Boston and even NYC! After returning to Northern CA and settling in Chico, the camping trailer shaped many fond memories and adventures for the Turner family. Marv was a gentle, loyal, kind, clever, outgoing and adventurous man who loved music (mainly classical), the outdoors and practical jokes. He was also an avid sports fan rooting for his San Francisco teams before discovering the Boston Red Sox while visiting his daughter Allison in Boston in the early 2000s. Marv was a true pillar of his community as a veterinarian, through his philanthropic endeavors, and as a member of his church where he was active in the music program. At 78, Marv passed away after living with Parkinson’s disease for over 25 years. He would be thrilled to be honored on the Heritage Wall at T.C. O’Leary’s.

72. Kathleen “Katie” MacShane (c. 1949, Hammond, IN) – grandmother of patron Moira Koskey, pictured on her wedding day with her father John. Katie’s ancestors most likely came from Derry. The 5th of 6 children, Katie was a force of nature (for good or bad depending on her mood). She worked for years as an English teacher, and she absolutely loved baseball. She’d watch baseball all day on MLB.tv from the first pitch on the east coast to the last pitch on the west coast (though she was partial to the Cubs), while drinking coffee nonstop all day. There’s also a decent chance there might have been some Jameson in the coffee. Moira spent summers with Katie in Albuquerque, moving there at age 21 into an apartment secured by Katie in her complex which, unbeknownst to Moira, happened to be a senior citizen complex. Years later, Katie would say Moira’s husband, Chris, reminded her of Cary Grant. She passed away in 2009, but not before getting the chance to meet both of Moira’s young children, Brendan and Graham. Katie would be thrilled to appear on T.C. O’Leary’s heritage wall.

76. Buddy (c. 2016, Columbia River Gorge, OR) – beloved companion and best friend of patron Karen Pelland (see #34). Born in Tehachapi, California, in 2012, Buddy spent his formative years in Santa Barbara, where he fell in love with the ocean, hiking and bananas. He moved to Seattle in 2014, and to Portland in 2016. He adored his cat brother and sister, Newman and Dolly, and mentored and nurtured many scared, injured and/or orphaned foster animals that passed through his life. He also had a long career as a dedicated therapy dog, being read to by school children in Santa Barbara and later visiting patients and staff at OHSU’s Doernbecher Children’s Hospital. Buddy loved a lot of things, but few things more than hanging out at the pub, which he first discovered in 2017. He always relished the opportunity to greet the staff and customers, sprinting there from a block away when given the chance. Never one to let a fallen french fry go uneaten, Buddy was right at home lying in the doorway, untethered, forcing people to step over him or pet him, or both. In his final weeks he would make the 3-block trek with the help of a wheeled cart, still happy as ever to be there. At age 13, nearly three years after being diagnosed with geriatric onset laryngeal paralysis (aka GOLPP), Buddy’s legs and body finally called it quits. He passed peacefully at home surrounded by the people and animals who loved him unconditionally, as he did for all.