Judge Family Ancestors


Martin J Judge’s father’s mother’s (his grandmother) was Agnes Morrisroe, and her husband’s (Martin’s grandfather’s) name was Thomas Breheny. Thomas died Sept.14, 1920 from the flu. Agnes died April 21, 1918.Thomas Breheney

Agnes Morrisroe

They lived down the road a little from my mother and her family.
Thomas went to the USA, Boston, at the age of 16. He made two or three trips back to Ireland and stayed over a year on one occasion.

Martin J Judge’s father, also Martin Judgenamed Thomas Breheny was born 1879 and passed away in 1943 in Anaconda Montana, age 65.

Agnes Morrisroe and husband Thomas Breheny had 12 children :

  1. Margaret
  2. Ann
  3. Mary (my first cousin Matt Flynns mother). (Matt Flynn
    was raised by an aunt and uncle in Ireland).
  4. Patrick Breheny (his son is Jonny)
  5. Tom Breheny (1879 – 1943) (Lived Anaconda USA)
  6. Martin Breheny
  7. Dominick (Lived Anaconda USA)
  8. Anthony
  9. Mike (Lived Anaconda USA)

All my father’s brothers came to the USA (Boston at first) except Francis who stayed in Ireland.  All the Uncles in the Denver Photograph (Below) have now passed away.  Three of my father’s brothers lived in Anaconda – Mike, Thomas and Dominick. Mike owned a ranch at Gold Creek, near Drummond Montana.

My father (Martin Breheny) became a citizen of the USA Oct. 26 1900 witnessed by Thomas Judge, his brother, and John Morris.

Denver Judges

L-R (first row left to right) Patrick, Tom, Martin, (second row) Jonny (son of Patrick) Dominick and Anthony.

The so called Denver photo,  was taken in Denver on the occasion of the funeral of their brother Michael Judge. Mike died of the black lung disease.

Note: the Author of this family tree research page, Martin J. Judge obtained this bit of information from Michael Judge’s (Deceased) Grandaughter Mary Ellen Judge.

She said her father, a doctor, was two when his father died. I want to get back to her and get her father’s name and other family history.

Mary Ellen lives in San Diego, and has a brother, Thomas V. Judge presently living in Fall City, Washington. The name Mary Ellen comes up on the Morrisroe side of the family a few times.

Mary Kay (daughter of Martin J. Judge)  visited Maureen Murphy (Breheny) on 8\12\85 in Letterkenny, CO. Donagal, my first cousin, father’s side.

Mary obtained a photo of Thomas and Agnes Brehany – Maureen’s Grandparents.  Mary Kay also took a picture of their  gravestone which states that Thomas died Sept. 14, 1920, and his wife Agnes died April 21, 1918.

Maureen Murphy’s mother, Ann Regan is also included on the same gravestone, she passed away Dec.6, 1947. This grave is located in Carracastle, CO. Roscommon, across the road from the Catholic church. I always say that getting family information from gravestones should be a good source, since it is engraved in stone.


Martin J. Judge’s father’s obituary (1943) states that at the time of his death, Dad’s siblings

  1. (Sister) Mrs. Margaret Judge in Ireland and
  2. (Sister) Mrs Martin Ann Regan in Ireland;
  3. (Brother) Francis Judge, Ireland;
  4. (Brother) John Judge, Boston; a brother-in law and Sister, Mr. and Mrs. James Foley, Anaconda;
  5. (Brother)Dominic Judge, Anaconda; many nephews and nieces in Anaconda and th
    Mary E Judge

    Born 1893 – Died 1981

    e East.

Martin J Judge’s mother is Mary Ellen (Roddy Judge) was born in 1893 (baptized 8-6-1893) died 7-1981 in Anaconda Montana.

John RoddyMary Ellen (Roddy Judge) was born in Cloonlumney and her parents were John Roddy and Winifred Reid my grandparents. Cloonlumney is a village located approximately 5 miles from Ballaghdeerin and Charlestown in the county of Roscommon Ireland.
Winifred ReidThe village is 25 miles from
the ocean. The address there includes the village name and Ballaghderrin Roscommon County. I received a letter about the time of my mother’s death from Ann Roddy (my mother’s brother John’s wife). She said that they were still living in the same house that my mother grew up in.

John Roddy was Martin J Judge’s only brother and died April 25,1977, age 75.

Mary Ellen ‘Roddy’ Judge came to the USA at age of 20 with her sisters Peggy and Beatrice. She lived 8 years in Philadelphia working in the kitchen of the Stotesbury Mansion. The magnificent Mansion, which is still in use today is a Philadelphia landmark.

Peggy worked as a nurse for 10 years. Peggy and Mom went back to Ireland together in the spring of 1922. My Mother met my future Father, Martin Judge, who was home in Ireland from Montana. They returned to Montana in January and married in Anaconda at Saint Peter’s Church in April, 1923. My mother family were farmers rasing, cattle, pigs, chickens and ponies. They grew potatoes for their own use.


After graduating from Anaconda High School, Martin J Judge, enlisted in the U. S. Navy with several classmates from both high schools. I served in the South Pacific during 1944 and 1945 and was discharged Feb. 1946. While in the service I was attached to the Sea Bees working on airfields, port facilities, school construction etc. in Hawaii and Guam.

I attended Carroll college in Helena, Montana and St. Louis University receiving a BS in Electrical Engineering. I moved to Mercer Island, Wash. near Seattle in 1952 and worked for the Boeing Air Craft Co. for 37 years in the Aero Space Division. The work at Boeing was very interesting and challenging most of the time. I worked on many different missile projects including the Apollo Program which landed men on the moon. This was a very noteworthy time and they say that Apollo may be the only achievement by which our age is remembered a thousand years from now. The moon project was out of this world in every way you look at it.

I married Dolores Gaffney, a Social worker. We had two children and now have the joy of two Grandaughters. We have lived on Mercer Island, Washington USA.

Since our marriage, with the exception of two and half years in the sixtys when Boeing sent us to Huntsville, Alabama to work on the Apollo Moon project.

The following comments were recorded in the Anaconda Leader newspaper Aug. 28, 1987 concerning my Brother John F, Judge.

When Jack returned to Anaconda Montana in the summer, 1986, he started out working with the children’s art program at Copper Village and had been extremely involved in many Art Center projects, Jack efforts for the city hall was to build a stage in the old council chambers on the second floor transferring piles of rubble into presentable space like he did for many other similar areas.   
Jack holds a bachelor of arts degree in philosophy from Gonzaga University and a master of arts in theology from St. Mary’s University in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
Jack was a teacher in the Spokane public school system as well as at elementary and high schools in San Jose, Calif. He also taught for three years at Gonzaga Preparatory school in Spokane and was self employed from 1979 to 1984 in home restoration and remodeling.
Jack figures he has always been fiddling around with something. While industrial arts was one of the many subjects which he taught during his years as a teacher, he learned much of his trade by trial and error. Jack was also and avid photographer.

My brother Bill worked at Boeing till 1981 when he took early retirement. Bill worked in Finance, and Cost Estimating. See the following for Bill’s family story comments.

As told by Bill Judge:

First I would like to hlt some personal memories I have included the trip for example, that my Mother, Jack and myself had in 1939 to the Philadelphia World’s Fair and to see my Aunt Peggy who was stricken with polio and confined for life to a wheel chair. I was eight years old but remember it all quite well which I will cover later.   Things that are deeply imprinted in my mind was the death of my father when I was in the sixth grade. Dad was out of work during the depression for 17 months and one-eyed Jonny Morise helped dad get a job at the union hall and he wasn’t even working himself.

When I was born Dec. 14 1931 Dad was out of work and he used to push me all over Anaconda in the buggy, I was a well-traveled baby. Dad used to go to the smelter hiring hall every day to try and obtain a shift or two. In later years my father in law John Sheehan, Butte Montana, had to do the same thing. Dad used George Washington tobacco which came in large red can. He also used Peerless chewing tobacco which he would only chew in the back garden, never in the house. Chewing tobacco was the only tobacco allowed on the smelter because of fire hazard. I remember him using the chicken manure in the garden, he knew how to garden. He raised lettuce, carrots, onions, spuds, cauliflower, and beets. He supplied half the neighbours with all they needed. Uncle Tom, a few blocks from us, also raised the same crops as Dad. Dad worked in the garden almost every night after work when he was on day shift. The shift change were two weeks of after- noon shifts then switching to day shift and then night shift. Never could figure out this situation. Dad worked on the old and new smelter for many years.

Daddy almost cut off his finger chopping wood in the backyard. The ax got hung up in the clothes line. My dads favorite spot was the Warm Springs picnic area just this side of Spring Hill, he dearly loved to go there. He had an old time friend there who he used to talk with over the fire.

Brother Marty was dedicated to us while in the Navy, which he joined in June 1944. If it was his not for his help with moneys Mom, Jack and I would have been in tough shape. I remember the first star in our living room window at 621 Alder Anaconda Montana and how we missed him.

Marty saved Brick Bradford comics in a large sample wallpaper book and put them in side the back porch front walls. The stash no doubt is still there for some- one to discover some day. Marty spent many hours making model airplanes and skiing among the surrounding hills.

One time under Marty’s guidance we burned the discarded baby buggy in the backyard and throw dynamite caps in it while running for cover. A youngster from down the street came wandering into the yard near the fire and as he turned to walk away the caps exploded and a small bit of cap metal struck him in the back of his neck. We all caught hell. Teak Massett lost two or three fingers messing around with these caps. The purpose of the caps was to set off sticks of dynamite that were used in the mines of Butte.

The following eulogy was prepared by Martin Judge for my brother Bill’s funeral to be held at St James, Friday 1-4-2002.

Bill was born and raised in Anaconda Montana.He worked for many years as a dispatcher for the Butte Anaconda Pacific Railroad, and for 25 years at Boeing Aerospace. The railroad work was located at Rocker a few miles west of Butte Montana. Rocker was a marshalling Yard for trains cars containing various ores which were stored or made up in long trains, 60 cars, and sent to Anaconda for concentrating. trains had to be scheduled to avoid collisions. duties also included engine and oar car montering for needed service, all very inportant work.
Bill’s first job at Boeing was a draft man, then on to inspecting work on the B-52. for instance Bill would decide if a rivet had to be replaced or if a wire bundle was fabricated correctly. The job as an inspector required thousands of decisions a day. Proof of his excellent decision abilities is that the B-52 are still flying 60 years later.  
Bill’s final job at Boeing was cost estimating and finance. This work determined the cost of a wide variety of items to be delivered to the Air Force. The work was very high pressure at times when Boeing was bidding on new work.

The following Eulogy was prepared by Jim Moran, Bill’s Brother in Law.  January 4, 2002

As I thought about Bill, especially since Dec 31,, one aspect of our relationship seemed to stand out…Our COMMONALITY…how much the two of us had in common… And that must have been what drew us together..It actually defined our relationship… Where do I start??  Both of us were skinny, young, Irish punks born and raised in Montana:   Bill from Anaconda, I was from Butte. Bill graduated from Anaconda Central, I was a Boys’ Central product. Both of us worked for the BA&P railroad, Bill was a switchman, I was a gandy dancer.  Both of us were in the military…the army vs. Air Force issue was always good for a few arguments. Both of us have brothers who are priests…I don’t know what that means but it took the pressure off the two of us!!

So… lot’s of common ground… BUT that’s all trivia compared to one very important fact… The main aspect of our commonality was that we married two very special women who happened to be sisters…

Our wives were daughters of John T. and Noane Sheehan… Mary T and Kay Ann Sheehan… That is… K & T Bill and I always referred to them as… the alphabet sisters… we were married to the Alphabet Sisters! And that forged a strong bond between Bill and me!  K & T, along with their sister Lynn and Brother Ed, were raised at 1035 Antimony, Butte Montana… A house where Bill and I spent many, many enjoyable days and evenings.

We would all be there during the holidays or to attend a wedding, wake or funeral and chat about many things… Into the wee hours of the morning… With John T and Ed. Always picking on the Republicans, the cousin Jacks, or somebody of the same ilk.  The problem with these marathon discussions, is that we all had the same political beliefs, biases, or whatever and by the time 2:00 AM rolled around we were all arguing on the same sides of the issues… So (and it always seems Bill was the first to do it) somebody would very discretely utter something that was absolutely heretical… Something like “I think FDR was actually a closet communist”!… And that was good for another few hours of boisterous arguments or until Noane came out to the kitchen and dragged John T to bed.  And you know something… during all this time, Bill and I were always deeply aware of the fact that John T and Noane were actually our surrogate parents… they helped Bill and I to grow up!! Another main aspect of our COMMONALITY…

I always marvelled at Bill’s desire to have, as he always said, “good, clean fun”. One summer, he spent hours completely re-painting the front door of his house with a beautiful palm tree scene to welcome back sister-in-law Lynn and her friends from Hawaii. He was quite an artist.

And then finally, in the late 60’s, Kay and I with Michelle and Jimmer were able to mover to the Northwest. Our families bonded strongly during that time. Precious, irreplaceable days of family visiting between Klamath Falls, Corvallis, and Seattle. I remember an old tent we found that hadn’t been opened since WWII and weighed a ton, but army trooper Bill was sure it would do us well for a weekend campout at Icicle Creek… We had three kids in diapers during that campout!

So, I say to you Bill, with all of our commonality and resultant friendship… We’ve also been very, very fortunate… Blessed by two strong and faithful women, seven children, and thirteen grandchildren between the two of us.

Kev…………… Brian and Ben

Shauna……… Jeffery and Bradley

Danny……….. Megan and Lindsey

Mosie………… Katie

Timbo………… Elizabeth Ann and Joseph Patrick

Michelle……… Austin, Hayden and Delaney

Jimmer……….. Pive

So here’s a toast to Bill (given to me by my grandmother) to one heckuva good friend of days gone past:

Here’s to the hand of friendship,
Sincere, twice-tried and true,
That smiles in the hour of triumph
And laughs at its joy with you,


Yet stands in the night of sorrow,
Close by when the shadows fall,
And never turns the picture
Of an old friend to the wall.


Tap ‘Er light Buddy…  Marty noted that Francis Judge, Uncle Tom son is listed in the Carroll College Alumni directory, 1991, as Michael Francis Judge he attended their in 1936.

I obtained a copy of Francis ACM Smelter work record. it states that he had to obtain permission from his father to work because he was only 16. The record states he worked in the foudry. where he was employed from 1928 -1929.

I would like to include a letter dated July 7, 1986 from Francis Judge to Terry Judge, Great Great Grandson of Thomas Judge, (Top of the my Family Tree). I will quote directly from the letter to give Francis version of the family history.

“Dear Terry,

It is really a treat to hear from you and your interest in the Judge family.   The information I have, for the most part, is from memory.   Aunt Suzanne, Dani, our youngest granddaughter, and I had a very interesting trip to Ireland and the British Isles 2 years ago. While in Ireland, we visited the area, Ballaghdeerin and Counties Roscommon and Mayo, where my parents were born and raised. They were not from Cork. I doubt if they ever saw that part of Ireland.

My father’s oldest brother, Patrick, was the first of the clan to come to America. After establishing himself, he paid for his brother John passage. Then each brother paid the passage of the next brother in line: Thomas, James, Michael, Dominick and Martin.

Francis, the youngest brother, stayed to run the farm. He died in the 1940s.

There were 3 sisters: Ann, Agnes, and Mary who married and remained in Ireland. However, one Ann’s boys – Matt Flynn, came to the States about 1927. He worked in Anaconda for several years, then moved to Denver, after which moved to New York. He died in 1983. His wife, Mamie Reid and family’s address is 9557 112 St. , Richmond Hill, N.Y.,11419. She could give you information on Matt’s family, who still may be living in Ireland.

All of my father’s brothers lived in Anaconda at one time and some moved on, except Dominick, Martin and my father.

Patrick went to Denver – he was a plasterer. He had one son who died early in life. Two daughters- may still be living in Denver.

Michael moved to Hamilton, Montana. Worked as a electrician. Died in early 1920s, leaving one son- Dr. Thomas H. Judge, died in Seattle in 1940s.

Martin, died in Anaconda in early 1940s- had 3 sons: Martin living in Seattle.

  1. John (Jack) -LAST I heard was in San Jose, Ca.
  2. William (Bill) lives in Seattle.
  3. Dominick– Died in California a few years ago. There were four daughters and one son.

John and James, I understand, lived and died in California.

My father , Thomas Judge, was born and raised in or near Cloonlimney, Ballaghaderrin, County Roscommon , Ireland. Born in the early 1860s. Died 1940 in Anaconda.

Mother– Jane Touhy Judge born in 1870s in the same area as my father. However, they met and married in Montana. Mother was the youngest daughter of Martin and Mary Regan Touhy. My parents were married in St. Peter’s Church, Anaconda Montana. Mother died in 1913 leaving four children: Thomas, Mary, Bernadette and Francis.

  • Mary died in Helena, Mont. at St Joseph’s Orphanage 1918.
  • Bernadette Judge Anderson: died in Anaconda 1978 – Children :
    1. Arthur F. Anderson- living in Washington D.C
    2. Jane Younce (nee Anderson) – Sacramento, California. – 2 children: Janel and
    3. Dennis William Anderson – Fair Oaks, Ca.
  • Jona McNamee, Great Falls Montana

Mother had 3 sisters and One brother, as far as I know.

  1. Mary Touhy Morris Lived in Medford, Mass. Died 1959. One daughter- Cecilia Medford, Mass.
  2. Ellen Touhy Cassidy- died 1930- Portland Oreg. Had several children, two of whom I have met:
  3. Gennie Touhy- New Haven, Conn. Burke Touhy, Portland, Oregon.

Suzanne and I have 3 children:

  1. Jacqueline J. Biess- Annapolis, Md. She and Stanley have 2 girls: Suzie Sinnett, Freeport Me. Husband (Bennis) Navy Pilot- have one Daughter, Lindsey Ann, just turned 2 years old.
  2. Dannille will be in her second year in Georgia Tech.
  3. Michel Edward and Joan Frances, our other children, are unmarried and live in Maryland.

Terry, you and the other members of your family have an open invitation to visit us anytime, just let us know when. Say hello to your Grandmother, Blanche,

Suzanne joins me in sending our love to all.

As ever,

Uncle Francis

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