Dave Gallaher: an outstanding Irishman and a great Kiwi

January 24, 2013

Dave Gallaher the-original-all-blacks-captainBook Review

by Emmett Devlin 

Dave Gallaher: The Original All Black Captain. Matt Elliott. HarperCollins 2012. 259pp.

Any Kiwi with an interest in rugby and connections with Ireland will enjoy this biography of one of New Zealand’s most famous sportsmen and one of the great – if not the all-time greatest – All Blacks.

The book begins with Gallaher’s birth in 1873 into a shop-owning middle class family in a tiny seaside village in Donegal called Ramelton. His father James was 62 and his mother Anna Maria Hardy McCloskie, James’ second wife, was just 29. Dave was James and Anna Maria’s seventh child, born seven years after they married. Three of their children had died in infancy. Three more were born in Ramelton after Dave.

James sold the business and cast the family fortunes in with a Tyrone-born entrepreneur named William Stewart Vessey who had bought 10,000 acres in Katikati and attracted others to join him in establishing a little piece of Ulster on the other side of the world.

Ramelton, Co Donegal - Gallaher's home town

Ramelton, Co Donegal – Gallaher’s home town

Two weeks after the birth of James and Anna Maria’s youngest child, the family set off on what must have been an at-times daunting journey. The newborn son was a sickly infant and so was left behind with friends. As it was, he died about two years later. The family travelled by sea, train and ferry to Belfast and set sail from there on the 17 May 1878 on the 4000-ton clipper Lady Jocelyn.

86 days to Auckland

The family of two adults and six young children arrived in Auckland 86 days later. From there they travelled by boat to Tauranga and again by boat to Katikati where they expected to receive the warm welcome promised by William Steward Vessey. The reality was very different. They found themselves on a small block of very rough, bracken-infested land which James, with no previous farming experience, proceeded to break in and plant with crops that failed to provide the family with a living. A stroke of fortune came their way when Anna Maria was appointed teacher at the local school. Her two pounds-per-week income enabled the growing family to survive.

Four more children, including twins Henry and Charles were born in Katikati. At this time Anna Maria became ill, the family relying more and more on the the oldest boys Joseph and Thomas. As soon as he was old enough Dave left school and took a job with a local stock and station agent. He spent much of his time riding through the district and gave what money he could to his parents. When Anna Maria’s condition worsened she was moved to Auckland Hospital, where she died of cancer on 31 August 1888.

Joseph meanwhile had moved to Auckland. The rest of the family soon followed and when Joseph married Nell Burchell in 1894, James and the rest of the family moved to Freemans Bay.

A typical story

The story of the emigration of the Gallahers (the ‘g’ in the Irish form of the name Gallagher was lost on the way) was not untypical of many of the families who braved the hardships of the lengthy sea voyage to New Zealand. Many readers of this review could share similar stories of their families.

Dave Gallaher

Dave Gallaher


The book is scant on any further details of Dave Gallaher’s early life apart from the death of their father James in November 1894, aged 82. Like so many other migrant families, by dint of hard work, taking opportunities and amazing grit and courage, they survived. Dave went on to take up jobs in the Northern Roller Mills and later the Auckland Farmers’ Freezing Company which he held throughout his working life and combined with his increasing involvement in the newly emerging game of rugby.

Elliott covers in some detail the development of the local game in Ponsonby, the provincial level in Auckland and finally the All Blacks’ emergence on the international stage when the ‘Originals’ toured England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales in 1905 and won every match apart from a highly disputed loss to Wales. A diversion to France was added at the last minute so the team played a French test at the Parc de Princes. Dave Gallaher’s reputation grew as a player of skill and an all round sportsman and athlete. He represented his province in cricket and athletics as well as rugby.

Controversial selection

His selection as captain of the 1905 touring team was the cause of some discontent due to the fact that the team had selected the captain of previous national sides. Gallaher was appointed by the NZRFU, seemingly with the influence of Premier Seddon who recognised Gallaher’s leadership skills and talents that would make him a worthy ambassador for New Zealand while touring ‘the Motherland’. Seddon’s judgement was based in part on Gallaher’s successful involvement with the New Zealand contingent that fought with distinction in the Boer War.

A significant portion of the book is devoted to a detailed description of the 1905 tour. It is of interest to rugby players for a number of reasons, such as the highly fluid nature of the game – the positions of players in both forwards and backs, the number of players in the scrum and the role of referees and linesmen were not defined; and the points awarded for tries, conversions and drop goals differed markedly from the present day. It was also a gentleman’s game played in a leisurely way by men who were observed smoking a pipe or cigarette as they went onto the field of play. Shin guards were worn by players, the referee wore suit and tie, and boaters were standard head gear for the team off the field.

The book describes how the name ‘All Black’ was confirmed by this tour – how they began each match with a haka and were called on to perform the haka on social occasions as well. The team’s composition reflects the social make-up of the new colonial society. It is acknowledged that vice-captain Billy Stead was part Maori. Apart from him, the names of the rest of the team would indicate they were all from the settler population (a ‘Native’ team toured the British Isles in 1908).

On the team’s return, Dave Gallaher returned to his job at the freezing works on the foreshore, walking there each day from his Ponsonby home. He met and married Nellie Francis on 10 October 1906 in All Souls Anglican Church on Ponsonby Road. They were blessed with a daughter whom they called Nora.

Dave Gallaher initially played for Ponsonby and Auckland province. As rugby emerged into a dominant role in the life of the young colony and province, he took more responsible positions in administration. For many years, he was a selector for the national team as well as coach and manager of provincial, club and even schoolboy teams.

Brothers fought at Gallipoli

All this was to change with the outbreak of the World War in 1914. Two of his brothers, Charles and Douglas, had migrated to Australia and joined the Australian expeditionary forces. Both fought at Gallipoli. Charles was sent back to Australia with injuries and Douglas died in the battle of the Somme in 1916. Their deaths did not stop Dave from volunteering, in spite of the rules preventing heads of families from enrolling. He sailed with the New Zealand contingent from Wellington on 15 February 1917. Because of his record in the Boer War he was promoted to the rank of Sergeant Major.

While leading a troop of men who were totally dedicated to him because of the esteem in which they held him as a sportsman, national hero and leader, he was fatally injured at the battle of Ypres on 4 October 1917. Before he could be transported to a field hospital he died of his wounds. The proud son of Ireland and New Zealand, father, husband, unflappable captain and soldier lay dead on a foreign field.

Letterkenny ground christened

When the 2005 All Black team captained by Tana Umanga visited Ireland they were hosted in Ramelton where they visited the Letterkenny Rugby Football Club and christened the club’s grounds ‘The Dave Gallaher Memorial Park’. The club founded 100 years after his birth, sports the Gallaher name and the silver fern in its crest.

When you are over this way you may care to visit Ramelton and Letterkenny, thereby paying a tribute to an outstanding Irishman, an outstanding emigrant, a survivor, a leader and a great Kiwi. If you don’t make it this far then perhaps you could find time to do visit his statue in Windsor Road (of 1981 fame) outside Eden Park. As I write this on holiday in Malta, I am resolved to visit his grave in France before the centenary of his heroic death.


O’Kiwi News

June 25, 2012

Plenty about Ireland has come our way lately – the O’Kiwi lads have been following the Irish rugby team again; a Dunedin writer on days spent in Dublin; an Irish comedy and the sad state of our free-to-air television; a Kiwi girl on current Irish literature; and a book that analyses corruption in Irish politics. 

O’Kiwi lads back on tour

The O’Kiwi lads were back on the road for the All Blacks v Irish test in Auckland, on a tour that probably enjoyed more success than the Irish rugby team.

Later, in the aftermath of the 60-0 hiding dished out by the All Blacks in the third test, Irish fans were calling for the head of coach Declan Kidney. ‘A kidney transplant is required,’ said one fan. ‘A full organ transplant is required,’ responded another.

O’Kiwi On Tour: Jack relaxes in the campervan – it’s a hard life on the road.

Many wondered how a team full of players from Leinster and Ulster, the two provinces that recently contested the European rugby championship in the Heineken Cup final, could fail so completely when playing for Ireland. A similar criticism has for years been levelled at the English soccer team – their outstanding club competition fails to translate into a winning national side.

Ironically, the modest and softly-spoken Kidney, a former mathematics teacher and career guidance counsellor, was celebrated for his shrewd psychology when he first took over the Irish team and melded the Munster hard men and the Leinster toffs into a team that won the Six Nations.

The full Ulster fry – breakfast barbie in a Remuera motorcamp.

So, who would want to be coach of Ireland? And who organised the calendar that has seen that country’s top rugby players take the field in 51 of the past 52 weeks?

Deep questions like those were chewed over by the O’Kiwi lads on their jaunt, along with sausages and bacon from the Pokeno butchers, as these Facebook photos show…

On the edge in Dublin

Thanks to Dunedin writer Tony Eyre who sent O’Kiwi this piece about his time in Dublin. It was first published in the Otago Daily Times after his visit there in 2010:

‘My earliest awareness of Dublin was as a 7-year-old boy growing up in Auckland. Tommy Maher, an Irishman and father of one of my school friends, once put the palms of his hands on either side of my head and lifted me up to the window.

‘Can you see Dublin?’ he asked. Read more >>

Irish comedy won’t revive our free-to-air television

After looking forward to Friday night’s new Irish comedy on TV1, Mrs Brown’s Boys, I switched channels after 20 minutes. What rubbish. Father Ted, it ain’t.

Free-to-air television in New Zealand is a wasteland and will become even more so when TVNZ7 shuts down at the end of June.

Then, according to the Save TVNZ7 Campaign, for the first time in this country since television began, we will be without a public service television channel. ‘We will join Mexico as the only developed countries in the world with totally commercial television chasing ratings above all else.’

It’s certainly a sad day if anyone in TV1 believes that Mrs Brown’s Boys will boost its ratings.

Emma Gallagher swears by contemporary Irish literature

Emma Gallagher, who works for the NZ Book Council, wrote this piece for the recent Auckland Writers and Readers Festival which hosted such well-known Irish writers as Roddy Doyle:

‘For such a wee, damp island, Ireland has produced more than its fair share of literary greats: Swift, Wilde, Yeats, Shaw, Bowen, Joyce, O’Connor (a couple of them), Beckett, Heaney, O’Brien (a couple of them), Murdoch, Trevor, McGahern, Binchy, Doyle, Banville, Toibin, Barry, Enright, McCabe, and Keyes.

‘Even so, many critics want today’s Irish writers to say goodbye to the past – feck all the potatoes and the donkeys and the priests over the nearest dry stone wall – and deal to the new Ireland… Read more >>

Seeds of the Irish crisis were sown long ago

Irish politics has a level of corruption that would shock most innocent little Kiwis. For instance, a public inquiry revealed that the late Charles Haughey, Taioseach (Prime Minister) of Ireland at various times between 1979 and 1992, raked in an income 200 times his own salary.

More latterly, an unholy alliance between  politicians, bankers and developers is credited for the country’s current economic woes. Recently in the Financial Times, a book called Political Corruption in Ireland, 1922-2010: A Crooked Harp? by Elaine A. Byrne, was reviewed by David Gardiner. He wrote:

‘Corruption in Ireland predates independence. Yet cronyism and clientelism have been tolerated, even admired, throughout much of the republic’s history. That may be coming to an end, as its citizens learn how the tawdry entwinements of Irish politics and business brought the ‘Celtic Tiger’ to its knees in 2010. Read more >>


Green and orange cupcakes

March 23, 2012
Joanne Doherty

Joanne Doherty, or 'Jewarne' as her Dublin friends used to say

St Paddy’s Day brought back memories of exuberant Irish fans at an All Blacks v Ireland game in Dublin, writes Joanne Doherty.

St Patrick’s Day this year was very different – it was quiet! The cicadas in the green bush of our Wairarapa cottage at Waiohine provided the music, the Irish flag was flying at the gate and a friend arrived carrying a basket of green cupcakes with small orange marigold petals on the icing.

The music, the dancing and the craic from our daughter Alice’s marriage to Ben at Waiohine four weeks earlier was still in the air. I think the Doherty family had ‘peaked too early’.

Next on the calendar is the Irish rugby tour to New Zealand in June. This is bound to be a lively injection into winter following the shenanigans from the 2011 Rugby World Cup. So many young Irish people living here or in Australia came to party and support the boys in green.


I loved hearing of the train carriage of people singing ‘Waltzing O’Driscoll’ on their way home from Eden Park after beating Australia. In Wellington at quarter-final weekend, the campervan park was full. The green Juicy vans stood out with ‘Kingdom  of Kerry’ painted across the roof, Irish flags hanging in every window, and my favourite graffiti, ‘Drive like you are late for Mass!’
When we lived in Dublin we went to the All Blacks game at Lansdowne Road. I describe it in my book, Mind Y’self Now, Jewarne:

‘As we walk along beside the two-storey brick houses we see a banner hanging from an upstairs window. Painted on the sheet in big, black letters is ‘Bring Back Buck’… In the ground we stand at the northern end in ‘Jonah’s corner’, about five metres in from the touchline. It is close to the action. The weather is fine and mild but the ground is fully lit for the 2pm kick off. We stand for the game, leaning on a rail, just as I used to when I went to games at Athletic Park in Wellington when I was a girl. Singing the national anthem and watching the All Blacks haka is spine-tingling, as is hearing the Irish supporters singing. I join in both.

‘The Irish supporters around us are delightful company. One old man talks throughout the game. ‘In the end y’know, it all comes down to the numbers,’ he says. Another calls out to a green jersey on the field, ‘Come on, mun, you’re as slow as a funeral!’ At the end of the game, the old man beside us shakes Jack’s hand thanking him for his company, saying: ‘It was grand watching the game with you. It’s hard to come by such good company these days. You be careful now tonight going out with the blonde in the long black dress. She can lead you astray!’

The blonde in the long black dress, aka a glass of Guinness, will no doubt be in abundance once the Irish rugby team arrives. I think I will follow the O’Kiwi men’s 2011 lead of following the Irish team while supporting the All Blacks. A win-win formula!


Book reviews

November 20, 2011

Good books on Celtic history, Shane MacGowan, and what the Irish world was like when our ancestors emigrated.

The Sea Kingdoms: The History of Celtic Britain and Ireland. Alistair Moffat. Harper Collins, 2002. 316pp.

I was intrigued out on Kapiti Island a few years ago when a friend explained why the island was such a great stronghold for the Maori chief Te Rauparaha. Kapiti commanded quick and easy access from Taranaki in a huge arc down the Wanganui and Horowhenua coasts, across the top of the Marlborough Sounds to the western end of Golden Bay. With the land so densely forested the sea was not a barrier but a highway for a seafaring people such as the Maori.

Scot Alistair Moffat, in a brilliant history of Celtic Britain and Ireland, looks at his part of the world in the same way. ‘So that the dynamic of Celtic culture can be better understood,’ he writes, ‘this story needs to be seen from a vantage point not on the land, looking out to sea, but from the sea, looking towards the land.’

Down the western edge of Britain, from the northern coasts of Scotland through Ireland, the Isle of Man and Wales down to Cornwall, there’s a shared Celtic experience. The sea is the unbroken link: ‘For most of the last 3000 years the sea was a better highway than any on land.’

Moffat, a writer and TV producer, draws on myth, music, place names, history, language and religion to define what it means to be Celtic, ‘to think and behave in ways that are different from the British habits of mind’. If you’ve ever felt the call of something Celtic, this is the book to read. It will intrigue and draw you in, and give you a sense of seeing the world in another way. ‘The best picture of the Celtic race yet written,’ according to the South Wales Echo.


A Drink With Shane MacGowan
. Shane MacGowan and Victoria Mary Clarke. Grove Press, 2001. 360pp.

Shane MacGowan was a key figure as Irish music was swept into the 20th century. Co-founder, lead singer and songwriter for the Pogues, he led a new era in music that broke from the clean-cut crooning of Irish tenors such as Patrick O’Hagan. MacGowan created wild and lyrical songs with electric guitars, pipes, whistles and accordians to stir the Irish soul of a new generation.

This book consists of an extended interview with MacGowan by his live-in girlfriend, Victoria Mary Clarke. A Guardian reviewer says that’s one of its weaknesses, a cosy set-up unlikely to lead to a dispassionate assessment of the man and his music. The reviewer also, correctly, slams a self-indulgent chunk of the book where MacGowan rambles in ‘hapless repetition’.

Some incoherence is probably not surprising in someone who claims to have drunk two bottles of stout a day from the age of five. It’s one of many reminiscences in the book’s best part, early on where he talks about his upbringing by his aunts, uncles and granny on a north Tipperary farm. Uncle John brought the stout home from the pub. MacGowan was five too when,  with his Aunty Nora, he put his first bet on the Irish sweepstake. ‘They believed in letting the child do what it wanted, as long as it went to Mass,’ he says.

MacGowan moved to London in the mid-70s and became part of the punk scene. But those Tipperary roots, the stories of the family sheltering IRA men from the Black and Tans, the civil war, and great-grandparents in the Land League, infuse the man and his music. He captures the spirit and landscape of the area too. One of my favourite Pogues’ songs is ‘The Broad Majestic Shannon’. Glenaviegh, Finnoe and Shinrone are villages and roads not far from where my Martin ancestors came from. Its lyrics evoke the memories of kids anywhere, although few kids grow into adults with the talent to write such songs:

I sat for a while by the cross at Finnoe
Where young lovers would meet where the flowers were in bloom
Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone
Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go.

Incidentally, the Guardian reviewer in 2001 described Macgowan as ‘a pop phenomenon in terminal decline’. MacGowan might chuckle at that when he plays with the Pogues in Australia in April 2012.


The Great Shame: A Story of the Irish in the Old World and the New.
Thomas Keneally. Random House, 1998. 732 pp
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My Martin and O’Neill forebears who came to New Zealand between 1860 and 1880 were among millions who departed Ireland in that time. What drove them here, what were the politics of the time, and what attitudes would their children in new lands inherit?

Thomas Keneally’s sweeping account of 80 years of Irish history provides some answers. Keneally, an Australian writer more known for fiction such as Schindler’s Ark, which Steven Spielberg turned into the film Schindler’s List, began this massively researched book with the details of his own family’s history. Hugh Larkin, an Irish peasant protester, was his wife’s great-grandfather. ‘I thought that by looking at him, I could see the whole DNA of Irish grievance and also of Irish experience in the new world,’ Keneally said in an interview after the book’s release.

Larkin was transported to Australia for life for agitating over land in east Galway. He was a Ribbonman, a member of a secret society like the Whiteboys and the Rockites that Irish peasants formed to protect themselves against landlords and bailiffs. After tracing family members, Keneally moves to political exiles from the 1848 rebellion and so into the international movements and politics of the time.

So, for instance, we end up in the American Civil War, where Irish rebel Thomas Francis Meagher became a Union general and later governor of Montana. Keneally says he was surprised to discover how pervasive the Irish freedom movement was among the 19th century diaspora. In 1876, the money to rescue Fenian prisoners from the penal colony in Western Australia was raised in New York, Chicago, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Australia and New Zealand. ‘It seemed to be a secret operation but one in which the entire Irish world was involved,’ he says.

A passion for politics marked the Irish wherever they went. Deprived of political power in Ireland where less than 2 percent of the population had a vote, the Irish found the political room to manoeuvre in the new world exhilarating. Politics in New York, says Keneally, was everything the Irish enjoyed: ‘Intimate, them against us tribal, and based on getting one’s own people into some, any, public post.’ They became geniuses at creating political machines. The concept of ‘getting the vote out’ was an Irish one.

Keneally is a novelist so his writing remains urgent and intimate over 700-plus pages. The Great Shame is a wonderful account of what the world was like when our Irish ancestors arrived on these shores.

  • Have you read any good Irish-related books lately? Send in a review, or any comments on the above welcome.

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