B's mom wanted us to find the church where her father was baptized. We're not sure where she got her information but we did find a St. Joseph's church that was in existence at the right time, so we strolled in and the church ladies were sure they remembered the Wades that used to live up Phibsboro, little little woman (an already-tiny woman holds her hand chest-high), Granny Wade? Had the store, you'd call it a dairy store? I'm pretty sure she was thinking of some other family, since the one we know took off for America but it kept the conversation going for a while. Anyway, it was a nice walk.