And In 1999, 100 years after his death, a Timothy Callahan immigrated back to Ireland, albeit a Sean Timothy. Maybe it’s pure coincidence, maybe it’s a hand of fate.
Whatever it was, to find the foundations of his house nearly all buried in scrub, to walk the boreen that he walked, to bring my dad down that furze necklaced path to see a landscape that Timothy would have recognised-the fields still the exact shape and dimensions
- was a truly moving experience. I’m very lucky.
I still don't have an image of Timothy, my namesake, my Great Great Grandfather. But with his story, of which we are actively searching for more details, and with the images of John Sr., my Grandfather John II, my dad, my uncles, my brother
and with a photo of two boys of no relation but a similar start in life, I definitely have a deeper connection.

Thanks, @irelandincolour
correction: Timothy wasn't 16 years older than Mary Malvina, but anywhere between 8-10 years older. Also, his exact age is unknown. Our records indicate he was baptised in 1837 which would have made him 62 when he died but it's possible he didn't know his exact year of birth.
The mistakes and discoveries of family history are exciting, no doubt!
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