John Alexander Moran, 6 September 1934 – 14 March 2013. My wonderful father:
John Alexander Moran (1934-2013)
They broke the mold.
Obituary here and here.
Catherine Frances (McGlade) Moran, 10 October 1939 – 22 December 2012. My beautiful mother:
Catherine Frances McGlade (1939-2012)
Obituary here and here.
Courtesy of Ryan McCarthy (a descendant of Eugene McCarthy and his first wife Catherine Traynor), here’s a really nice studio portrait from about 1915 (taken at Perth, Lanark Co., Ontario):
Left to right: Unidentified (John Joseph McCarthy Sen.?); James Francis McCarthy; John Joseph McCarthy Jun.; Unidentified.
Only two of the four subjects (the two in the middle) can be positively identified. The two people in the middle are half-brothers: the young child is James Francis McCarthy (born 1912), son of John Joseph McCarthy (1869-1923) and his second wife Annie Powell; and the young man who is holding the child is John Joseph McCarthy (born 1893), son of John Joseph McCarthy and his first wife Catherine O’Dea. The man on the far left is probably John Joseph McCarthy Senior. The man on the far right is unidentified, though a notation on the back of the photograph suggests he might be an O’Dea.
My dad with his sister Rosemary (right) and a Lahey cousin (left), in some part of old Ottawa (Sandy Hill? the Glebe? Ottawa South?).
Early-to-mid 1950s here, and my dad and his sister in their late teens to early twenties. The three people in this photo probably now look a bit older than they actually were, owing to the tailoring of their (not formal, not dress-up) clothing. No sweatsuits, no leisure suits, no blue jeans or dungarees here, but these folks weren’t on their way to the ballroom, either: I believe this is what was once meant by “sports clothes” (no, not yet polyester slacks for men who hit the golf courses in Tampa, Florida) or “sporty casual.” Great shoes, in any case.
My father-in-law Edward Paul Winke. Photo taken in Detroit, Michigan in 1940.
My grandfather Allan Jerome Moran
played forward on the University of Ottawa’s hockey team of 1915. Love the stripey uniforms; and I guess that they were garnet and grey (from hence, apparently, the Ottawa U Gee-Gees). Their coach, the Rev. W.J. Stanton, O.M.I., may have been found guilty, or at least may have been implicated and considered partly guilty, in a riot that broke out at Cleveland in 1915, which resulted in some pretty serious injuries: by day an Oblate priest; by night a Dominion of Canada hockey goon? Still researching….
I found this photograph hidden behind another photograph, in the back of a picture frame. It was my grandfather’s personal copy, which he gave to my father, who gave it to me, and the following is my own scan.
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My maternal grandfather John Eugene McGlade, son of Arthur Joseph McGlade and Catherine Honora McCarthy. I wish I had known him, but he died before I was born. He has always been something of a presence in my life, however, because he has always been very fondly remembered by his children (my mother and her five siblings), who have passed down many stories.
He had a gas station (or service station, as it was then called) at the corner of Gore and Craig Streets (in Perth, Lanark Co., Ontario), where there is now a Tim Horton’s. According to several of my aunts, he was a better person than he was a businessman: if someone had fought in the war (World War II, that is), he could never bring himself to collect on the account (‘Ah, well, now, he’s a veteran…’), and he also had a soft spot for a widow with a family (‘Ah, God love her, and with so many mouths to feed…well, maybe next month…’). He used to refer to my grandmother, Nana Dee
, whom I knew very well, as “the Queen Bee,” a nice tribute to her brisk maternal competence (she had six children in just under nine years; and she used to drive the nuns around town in her big boat of a car; and she also belonged to a curling club; and was just a force of nature overall).