My father's name is Richard Michael Blake. His father's name was Eddie Blake, married to Anna (just to keep the Edwards straight). His father's name is Edward D. (the D. stands for something...), married to Jennie. Edward D.'s father is Edward, just plain Edward, married to the elusive Bridget Dwyer-Dewire-Dwyre-Dwyne-Kidney (pick a maiden name, any maiden name).
I visited that Edward's grave today up at Calvary Cemetery, which is a place I should be spending more time in. Bridget is there, too, buried in 1904, but she doesn't have her own headstone, or even a mark on his. Ah well. It was worth a shot. This one doesn't even say where he was born, or give me any birthdate except the "aged 58" which puts him in 1828. That's more than I had before.
He's the suicide--"Rough on Rats" if you remember. Arsenic. He was a bartender/saloon owner in East St. Louis. Left his kids with his in-laws and he and Bridget ran off to start a bar. Or so it seems.