Sunday, March 25, 2012

My father's obituary - Bill Leahy - Dear Old Dad

Dad in his favorite pair of glasses at age 90.


William “Bill” Leahy, 90
Naval aviator, never tatted


William Duncan Leahy, 40 year resident of Skaneateles, NY, passed away March 22, 2012 just one day short of his 91st birthday. 

After an abbreviated stay at the Syracuse VA Medical Center where it was determined a cancer, originating in his pancreas, had spread and was terminal, Leahy was settled in at Matthew House in Auburn for the last leg of his adventure. The Hospice of the Finger Lakes managed his health care, while the able and kind staff of Matthew House attended to his comfort. In addition, he joyfully welcomed a slew of visitors to his bedside during his six week stay, which included family and friends from all across the United States. He also was regularly visited by his second son Michael via Face Time. His oldest son, William Duncan Leahy Jr., and daughter, Ellen Leahy, were with him when he passed away. They played him out to the trumpet music of Chris Botti. 

Leahy was born in Jersey City, NJ to James W. Leahy and Elizabeth Kelly Leahy on March 23, 1921. He had an older sister Jane who died in childhood during the 1918 Spanish Flu Pandemic, an older brother Jay (Jean)  who passed away in 1985, a fraternal twin brother John (Elise) aka “Jack,” who passed away in 1998 and a younger brother Frank (Joyce) who lives in Cockeysville, MD. All four Leahy men served their country during World War II, making their mother, a four gold star mother.

Leahy was married to Marion Meers Smith who passed away in January of 2011. They had been married for 64 years. They had five children: William Duncan Leahy Jr. who is married to the former Jacquelyn Adair Bates (Georgia), Michael Patrick Leahy who is married to the former Vickie Ringle (Arizona), Timothy James Leahy who is married to the former Caroline Mazur (California), Ellen Leahy who was married to Mark Seymour (Skaneateles) and Stephen Leahy who was married to Shawn Quigley (Rhode Island).

Leahy also had eight grandchildren: Kelly (Evan) Whitney, Megan Leahy, Melanie Smith, Heather (Marc) Dixon, Lauren Leahy, Joe Leahy and Dana Leahy; and six great grandchildren: Zak Dixon, Caleb Dixon, Ashton Smith, Ayla Smith, Adilyn Smith and Tabitha Whitney. 

After a life lived with several unusual cats, Leahy is survived by one rescue puppy that he adored, Irene. 

Leahy attended PS 17 in Jersey City (School Song: If I be at 17's gate; At half past eight; I shan't be late.), Spring Lake Elementary in Spring Lake, NJ, and Manasquan High School in Manasquan, NJ where he took the Classical Course and was in Student Government, the Hall Patrol, the Latin Club, the Spanish Club and the Drivers Club. His motto was recorded in the yearbook as “Hail to thee, blithe spirit!” He said he was the smallest kid in his graduating class, including all the girls, weighing in at 106 pounds.

He attended Rutgers University and terminated his studies early to repel the Axis during World War II. He trained at Colgate University as a Naval Aviator and flew a variety of aircraft culminating with the Lockheed PV Ventura Patrol Bomber. After ferrying planes around United States bases and advanced training including firing rockets, he made his way over to Tinian in the South Pacific as a member of a replacement crew just as the War ended.

After the war, Leahy returned to New Jersey where he was reintroduced to his future wife, Marion Smith, whom he had met in student government at Manasquan High. They were married in St. Catherine’s Church, Spring Lake, NJ on Nov. 29,1947. Then celebrated their nuptials over Daiquiris and Manhattan cocktails at the Manasquan River Golf Club accompanied by dinner and dancing before heading to Sea Island, Georgia for their honeymoon. 

Leahy worked in the electronics industry as a salesman for RCA for more than 30 years. During that time he was based out of the New York Metropolitan area, Los Angeles, California; Boston, MA; and Syracuse, NY. He also held positions with PerSci and his own firm, Leahy & Thompson. Upon retiring, he went to work in marketing at the Sherwood Inn, Skaneateles, where he established a demand for in-house catering. Later, he did a stint as a bartender in the Sherwood’s Tavern (nicknamed “Coach”) before settling into a position at the Inn’s front desk where he billed himself as “The oldest living desk clerk.” 

Meanwhile, he worked as an ambassador for Eastern and Continental airlines. A seasoned traveler, Leahy could recount a number of amazing adventures such as the time he was asked to man a Parisian police station by the French force during an emergency; the happy occasion where he proceeded over the nuptials of a couple in an English Pub from behind the bar; and the night he accidentally spent partying in LA with comedian Jonathan Winters.

In addition, he was a volunteer firefighter in Sea Girt, NJ; assisted his wife Marion in the direction of the Meals On Wheels program in Skaneateles; sold Peter Lord’s stretch bread at the Regional and Skaneateles Farm Markets; and drove for Friends In Service Here (FISH) in Skaneateles.

Leahy fell in love with teaching in his late 70s and 80s when he volunteered to introduce senior citizens to the basics of computer technology at the Wagon Wheel Senior Center in Syracuse, the Onondaga Senior Center on Onondaga Hill and at the Skaneateles High School. It was at this time that he was dubbed, “Mr. Chips.”

He had been an avid golfer, a lifelong tennis player, a fisherman, boxed in the Navy (0-6), bridge enthusiast, member of several gourmet dinner clubs, woodworker, home remodeler, crossword puzzler, and an accomplished driver, sailor and pilot with remarkable navigation skills. 

Leahy loved music, starting as a fife player in PS17’s Drum and Bugle Corp, he could play a little piano and won a Twist contest in the 1960s. He attended many great concerts throughout his life and was an avid fan of CNY local artists The Dean Brothers Band, Joe Whiting, and Loren & Kevin Barrigar.

After many stints as an MC during his professional life, Leahy fulfilled a lifelong dream  to work as a comedic performer in show business, appearing as the opening act "The Sit Down Comic,” for Kelly Kinsella’s one woman show, “When Thoughts Attack,” at the Palace Theater, Syracuse under the direction of Louis DiNolfi. Sadly, he entered the hospital the morning after his debut and proceeded on his last big adventure that of dealing with cancer. Fortunately, Leahy had a huge admiration for his doctors and a fondness for nurses, which made all the difference in the world.

It’s important to note that Leahy was the unprecedented member of two Hilltopper gentlemens’ lunch groups, both of which he enjoyed thoroughly; As he did the HIlltop’s well trained, endearing staff of lovely waitresses.

Leahy recently told a group of Skaneateles Middle Schoolers that his proudest accomplishment was his family, but perhaps Bill’s most striking feat was his care of his first and only wife Marion during her prolonged illness. 

It is also interesting to note that the two just crossed paths again in Upstate Medical Student’s lab as they had both donated their bodies to science through its anatomical giving program (http://www.upstate.edu/cdb/donor/). 

The family will be celebrating Bill’s wonderful life starting at 1 p.m. Sunday April 1 with an Irish Wake at home at 109 Jordan Street, Skaneateles, NY 13152. Parking is available in the Austin Park Pavillion’s lot. Please feel free to drop in or to stay for a story or two. If the weather is nice, bring comfortable shoes for a tour of Skaneateles' secret garden. Contributions can be made to Skaneateles’ SAVES at http://savesambulance.com/ or Matthew House (his last little homeplace) at http://www.matthewhouse.org/giving.html. 



Monday, December 12, 2011

Dog ancestry search

The one on the bottom is Irene, the puppy,
 who definitely has both hound and terrier in her little bones.


The only dogs I've ever lived with were pure breeds. So when my friend found a lost soul of a puppy in a ditch by a state forest way down in southern New York, I thought, "must find out what kinds of dogs are in this pup, so I can start the rigorous training regimes I am known for!"

So I quickly started researching her on ancestry.com and see for yourselves what I've uncovered so far:

This here Transylvania hound has to be a relative!
Pretty sure, Irene has plane in her!

This spirited young pup is on her terrier side!

These make up the many voices in her head!

Even though this is a retriever - it definitely is Irene's style!
Three distant cousins - Larry, Larry and Earle


I could not find any connection to Irene and this half lab, half door!
Nice try buddy, but this pup has a most different blood line than my girl!
I traced her back to the Ren Faire and many of her relatives perform each year 

One day I as I looked into Irene's eyes - I saw this dog. 


These are relatives that went the pioneer route - landing them out west.

I wish!

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Living on Jordan Street Road

Recently I was thinking one could live their whole life on Jordan Street and never have to go anywhere else. Jordan has churches, cemeteries, Legions, restaurants, banks, a post office (in Mottville), the Bakery, a smoke shop, office supplies, a vet, nice people, a ball field, a skating rink, a factory or two, ...

There was a garage and gas, but maybe there still is further out? How about a doctor or a dentist? The vet Doc Nichols could probably take care of most of what ails us ...

Any thoughts on this?

Barely a pulse

The village reminds me of a patient with a bad heart of late. It seems very dark at night without the familiar beacon of Morris' Grill. I know, enough already about the once world famous watering hole. But still it sits there empty, dark and quiet.

The buzz amongst bartenders and shop clerks is that Morris' was much more of an economic engine than was realized. Mo's biz didn't get spread around in the village, instead it just doesn't come to Skaneateles anymore.

There's hope though as a bright light is shining up from Skaneateles Falls. The Red Rooster Pub has some of the down-home charm of Morris' with a nicer interior, but also with Mo's "Come as you Are." attitude. The owner is from Skaneateles. too.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Pansy goes bye-bye

My dad's girlfriend went bye bye after perhaps 15 years of catting around Skaneateles. By day they hardly knew each other, but at night they slept soundly in each other's arms, Pansy purring all the while.
I turned her over to Doc Nichols and left dropping my tears in the driveway between his office and my parent's current abode - Old Doc and Annie Nichols' house.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

First image 2010

On Sunday January third I drove into the village from the East just before twilight. It had snowed all day and was still dusting. Gray and white, very cold. The village was closed up tight like it used to be the day after Labor Day. A lone pedestrian was making his way through the snowy route 20 in front of Cliff Park - it was Chris Roy in a trench coat.