As I research ancestral relative Leonora Kearney Barry, conversations with my 102-year old aunt help my notes come alive, and remind me that all of us have the power to shape the world we want.
Really?? That’s incredible. What is your mom’s name? I’m calling Molly on Friday— it’s her 103rd birthday!! Did she know my mom, Peggy? She was the youngest of the Post girls. Sadly she passed almost 40 years ago.
Enjoyed the first paragraph, which led me to read the rest of your delightful story. We have been traveling back and forth to Maine from Virginia, and keep looking for the best route. Our favorite is the route you describe, and we love it for the reasons you describe. Enjoying the beautiful scenery instead of cramping all our muscles braking and accelerating. Even if it is longer, which is doubtful since at any time, a crash can add an hour to the drive, the end result is better on the body than a shorter drive.
Ah yes the madmax jockeying. My husband is so mild mannered until he gets behind the wheel of a car!! It’s a beautiful drive when you aren’t staring at the back of a truck plastered with stickers. Drive safely!
It's been a busy week and only this morning did I give myself permission to read for pleasure. And what a pleasure indeed! I thorougly enjoyed this essay about Leonora, Molly, and you. I felt history come to life as you walked the train tracks. And describing a sweet Cortland apple makes my mouth water.
Loved your story. I happened upon it because I was asking my mom about “Aunt Molly”. Molly is mom’s cousin.
Jay McGinnis was her dad? How is she doing. I think I remember meeting her at one of the many reunions (usually on the fourth)
Really?? That’s incredible. What is your mom’s name? I’m calling Molly on Friday— it’s her 103rd birthday!! Did she know my mom, Peggy? She was the youngest of the Post girls. Sadly she passed almost 40 years ago.
Mom’s name is Marge (McGinnis). She last saw Molly just before her 100th birthday. I took her and Beth over to her home in Potsdam.
Yes, she knew Peggy. She recognized her in the picture.
Really happy you reached out. I’m enjoying writing about the family.
Enjoyed the first paragraph, which led me to read the rest of your delightful story. We have been traveling back and forth to Maine from Virginia, and keep looking for the best route. Our favorite is the route you describe, and we love it for the reasons you describe. Enjoying the beautiful scenery instead of cramping all our muscles braking and accelerating. Even if it is longer, which is doubtful since at any time, a crash can add an hour to the drive, the end result is better on the body than a shorter drive.
Ah yes the madmax jockeying. My husband is so mild mannered until he gets behind the wheel of a car!! It’s a beautiful drive when you aren’t staring at the back of a truck plastered with stickers. Drive safely!
Leo McGinnis’s was her dad. She and Paul were the same age.
It's been a busy week and only this morning did I give myself permission to read for pleasure. And what a pleasure indeed! I thorougly enjoyed this essay about Leonora, Molly, and you. I felt history come to life as you walked the train tracks. And describing a sweet Cortland apple makes my mouth water.
Oh Jill, this is so encouraging coming from you. Not gonna lie, I could hear your voice saying tell me more. So happy you enjoyed it.