In their own words
Last night, I joined my dad, Cornelius Connolly, and his cronies at the Elks Lodge to try out my new mic and to hone my interview skills. I learned alot, not only about the hardware but about the men involved. What struck me the most was what little they had and how happy they were growing up.
A simpler time.
While my kids want the next iPhone and Xbox, my dad and his friends were happy to have a stolen mop handle and rubber bicycle tubing so they could play games with their friends.
We lost Jack Mathieson last week. He was a kind man and a loving husband, father, grandfather and great-grandfather. I’m posting his stories here for his family to listen to… Rest in peace Jack.
Fran goes AWOL
Fran sends money for prom
Crack Crackers
Growing up in Quincy
Jack’s first radio
Jack’s first baseball glove
VE Day in Riems
Jack was stationed in Reims, France during WW2. One of four brothers who served in the military during the war, he was the last to come home. Listen to his story here:
Jack Mathieson
When you’d rather be blind than have someone make fun of you for wearing glasses…
Doris Mathieson b. 1927
When Doris was a young child, her parents divorced and she and her siblings were sent to live in an orphanage. I am in awe of the strong, kind, loving woman that Doris has grown up to become after such a traumatic and challenging start. Hear her story:
Doris Matheson b. 1927
Doris and Jack are celebrating their 70th wedding anniversary. Listen to Doris talk about her dress and how they first met.
Doris Matheson b. 1927
My father-in-law was a milkman his whole life. He worked for years at Hood Dairy, then later helped out at Hornstra Farms in Hingham. Margaret also comes from a family of dairy farmers. Listen to her story here:
Margaret Murphy b. 1935
Margaret had just come from chorus practice before we met up. So she’s brave enough to sing in public.
Thank you, Margaret, for playing and singing for us! We loved it! I’m sure everyone else will too…
Margaret Murphy b.1935
Margaret Murphy b. 1935 contracted polio in 1946. While those around her were left lame or even dead, she asked herself “why was I spared?” and reflects on the importance of making contributions in the life that she has gone on to lead.
Im posting this for Trish and Flo on what would be Dave Grady’s 86th birthday. Happy birthday, hope this bring back fond memories…
Flo Grady b. 1934
The Greatest Generation 