Luke William Gallup lived in Westminster more than a century ago. Coming here from Springville, Utah, this disillusioned ex-Mormon spent the last few years of his life farming southeast of present-day Beach Boulevard and McFadden. He died in 1891 and is buried in Good Shepherd Cemetery in Huntington Beach.
I (Lou) am remotely connected to Luke Gallup. A distant cousin of mine, Ron Gallup of Sacramento, is a great-great grandson of Luke Gallup by Luke's first marriage. I'm related to Ron through his mother's side of the family.
Luke left behind a remarkable farm journal that detailed his life back in those days of horses, wood stoves and kerosene lanterns. On July 4, 1888, Luke Gallup's fourth wife, Augusta, and their children went to a celebration in Santa Ana while Luke "kept house at home and was busy as a bee" in his garden. Later that week, Augusta went to "Balsas P.O." and got a basket of fruit ? pears, apricots and plums ? that she undoubtedly canned or turned into jam. On July 8, a weasel got into their chickens, so Luke made a coop to keep the chickens confined.