Why I am a Republican, Part One
My Grandpa Gallagher was a great man.
He could share down-home wisdom with pipe-clenched teeth better than any politician, and he had the firm handshake and the Irish twinkle to convince you that you could really trust him.
When he and Grandma crossed the Pacific to visit us in the early 1970’s, he and I took an afternoon walk in Tokyo. We went into a treasure-filled souvenir shop and he purchased a string of dainty cultured pearls just for me. On the way home, he made more memories and told me he had a bit of advice for me. I listened, expecting something about working hard (like him) or sterling wisdom on independence. Instead he said, “Don’t forget to stop and smell the roses.”
It was the perfect balance that he demonstrated in his own life. I knew him as the man who had built four homes over the years, and dug his own well. His use of dynamite to clear stumps from his Bellingham home site was legendary, including his requirement that his three kids (my mom and my two uncles) pick up the sticks that resulted from the explosion. He worked hard as an electrician, and managed to find time to purchase and restore a local home for resale, in his words, “Remove the doorknob, rebuild everything, and then replace the doorknob.” He trekked north to Alaska to work as an engineer in obscure Prudhoe Bay.
BUT, he’d also take time to walk the dog and travel with Grandma. They bought motorcycles (and bright orange outfits for safety) and buzzed around the countryside. Fishing and hunting were for fun and for food. He was deliberate in all he did. When you were with him, you felt he was giving you his full attention. When he spoke, it was with confidence and integrity. And after his three kids picked up sticks, they all enjoyed a bonfire and a hotdog roast.
During the Great Depression of the 1930’s he worked for an uncle all summer long. At the end, in addition to all of the farm-style meals he had enjoyed, his uncle gave him a nickel. He had mixed feelings about that, but was thankful for the food, as at home it had been oatmeal, and oatmeal, and oatmeal.
As World War Two broke, he wanted to sign on, but the recruiter told the father of two young babies that Bob Gallagher would best serve by sharing his electrical skills in the cause. So, Grandpa and his young family left Ohio and headed to Bremerton, Washington to help build the ships that went to battle in the Pacific.
The other piece of advice my Grandpa gave me seemed a little strange, “Always be a good Republican.”
As I look at who I have become over the past 30 years of voting, I’d have to say that his example of working hard, planning for the future, giving to others, and maintaining solid moral character through honoring (in his words) “the man upstairs,” have certainly influenced me. He raised my mother, a virtuous, kind, strong woman, reaching out her hands to the needy, but working tirelessly at her own responsibilities as well.
The Irish immigrants that were my Gallagher ancestors came to a land where there was opportunity, but in the form of hard work and social obstacles. Responsibility ruled strongly in Grandpa’s heart. He loved to quote my brother Ralph, who as a little tyke had said, “I do it myself.”
The other wise words I remember Grandpa shared regarded the stock market, “Only invest what you can afford to lose.”
He was an admirable blend of fiscal caution, wise investment, and generosity. Today, my 93-year-old Grandma is well provided for, and Grandpa’s care with finances has blessed my family, too. On one visit, my mom asked him to take a look at her ailing washing machine. He left for “parts” and returned with a beautiful new washer, giving extravagantly, and practically. He could, because he was responsible and careful. Wisdom and generosity are a beautiful blend.
I want to be remembered as a brave, honest, hardworking woman of faith. I cannot sit quietly by while my nation descends into lethargy, immorality, and economic decay. The vote is one way that I can emulate my Grandpa and labor towards leaving a worthy heritage for my children and grandchildren. Even more importantly, I can set the example of working hard without complaining, of reaching out to others, and of honoring God.
I’ve heard it said that God is not a Republican. Perhaps so, but I know He is not a Democrat.