Early & Private Life
Lory Meagher was born in Tullaroan, County Kilkenny in 1899 and was christened with the unusual name of Lorenzo Ignatius Meagher. The name Lorenzo had been in the family for generations and one of his grand uncles named Lorenzo had been a naval doctor. Meagher was born into a family that was heavily involved in nationalist politics and in Gaelic games. His father, Henry Joseph Meagher, is believed to have attended the very first meeting of the Gaelic Athletic Association in Thurles, County Tipperary in 1884. He encouraged all of his sons to play hurling.
In private Meagher was a shy and retiring man. He spent spent his whole life working as a farmer and never married. He was known for many years as the most eligible bachelor in Kilkenny. Meagher avoided the limelight and was always wary of journalists. Fame was not for him.
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