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Banking was different in the 60s, very much based on trust and reputation. When you made a lodgement the cash was available to you at once although it took 3-4 days for the cheque to find its way back to the drawer. The Foyle had an overdraft of…

My father and I met in Strabane every Sunday night, we were now looking for someone to take half our production for his own use (100 dozen a week on CMT) and allow us sell the other half (100 dozen). This would give us cash flow, sufficient to stay…

'The Foyle' was languishing already in 1961 and continued on this downwards trajectory until finally going bankrupt in November 1967. Uncle Jack took ill in 1965 leaving only my father and me (and two widows, non-executive and one widow, mother of …

Business accounts were usually a year or two after year end when they were of little use to anyone from a management point of view. I remember my father saying once, to everyone's horror, that it was suggested to him that accounts should be done a…

In 1964 I was given a mini minor and asked to go and sell around the country. This was very hard as every shop in Ireland had dedicated suppliers and travellers calling. We had no innovation to offer other than the personality of the salesman. …

Being on the border was of considerable advantage and having factories on both sides of the border facilitated greatly. (Foylewear Ltd at Main Street Strabane was still in existence but non-trading). Willie Gallagher stationed himself in the old…

Leaving school in 1961 it was deemed that I should join the sales office of Foyle Shirt & Collar Co Ltd, Lifford, Co Donegal which was run from 51 Wellington Quay in Dublin beside the Halfpenny Bridge. It was an upstairs office of two rooms, one…

In the 1921 the Gallagher family set up a shirt factory in Lifford (Donegal), having had an involvement in shirt-making in Strabane from about 1888. The Strabane business had petered out, lost by grandfather Paul Gallagher in the late 1920s as he…

The children had been going to a small private school, Avoca and Kingstown preparatory school. The teachers were quaint old ladies who spoke both nicely and kindly. I was paying by post-dated cheques to Eithne's great embarrassment but all the…

Eithne more or less gave up work on having Patrick and became a full time mother of immense patience. Her contribution to our marriage would cover perhaps 80% of it; my only job was to earn the money. I went out to work, she ran the house and…