Since I am in posession of this fine piece of Ford history I should probably chime in...
My mom had told me at least a half-dozen times who she thought the people in the photograph were. It was impressive really, as she was able to name every one of those perfectly-posed, sepia-toned ancestors . But I can't remember anything she said. Or at least I can remember very very little of what she said.
So while I'm sure I could easily fill a room with everything I've forgotten about this picture, I would struggle to fill even a tiny web-based text box with the things I do remember.
So watch me struggle:
The picture once hung on the walls at the Corktown Tavern until my mom or Uncle Al or some other relative heard it was there. It turns out the Corktown Tavern in Hamilton was once Cork Town’s General store owned by none other than Dan Sullivan - a relative of the O’Brian’s and a man the locals called “The Mayor of Cork Town”. Apparently Dan Sullivan used to help cover the costs for local boys to attend the seminary, and it was for that that he earned his impressive moniker.
Anyway, Uncle Al rescued the picture from the bar where it had been relegated to a dark corner of the attic, had it reframed, and delivered it to 109 Victoria Ave. The picture hung in the livingroom there until Dad moved the year after Mom died.
Since I had shown the most interest in the picture, I brought it back to my house and hung it proudly in my bathroom… But that was just weird, so I moved it to the hall where it became something of a conversation piece with visitors.
So, the people in the photo are Nance and Girlie’s ancestors. In fact, I believe that the woman sitting on the arm of the chair to the right of the mustachioed man is Minnie O’Brian – the matriarch of the O’Brian family we all knew and grew up with. If you look closely you’ll see how much she resembles Nance.
My mom had told me at least a half-dozen times who she thought the people in the photograph were. It was impressive really, as she was able to name every one of those perfectly-posed, sepia-toned ancestors . But I can't remember anything she said. Or at least I can remember very very little of what she said.
So while I'm sure I could easily fill a room with everything I've forgotten about this picture, I would struggle to fill even a tiny web-based text box with the things I do remember.
So watch me struggle:
The picture once hung on the walls at the Corktown Tavern until my mom or Uncle Al or some other relative heard it was there. It turns out the Corktown Tavern in Hamilton was once Cork Town’s General store owned by none other than Dan Sullivan - a relative of the O’Brian’s and a man the locals called “The Mayor of Cork Town”. Apparently Dan Sullivan used to help cover the costs for local boys to attend the seminary, and it was for that that he earned his impressive moniker.
Anyway, Uncle Al rescued the picture from the bar where it had been relegated to a dark corner of the attic, had it reframed, and delivered it to 109 Victoria Ave. The picture hung in the livingroom there until Dad moved the year after Mom died.
Since I had shown the most interest in the picture, I brought it back to my house and hung it proudly in my bathroom… But that was just weird, so I moved it to the hall where it became something of a conversation piece with visitors.
So, the people in the photo are Nance and Girlie’s ancestors. In fact, I believe that the woman sitting on the arm of the chair to the right of the mustachioed man is Minnie O’Brian – the matriarch of the O’Brian family we all knew and grew up with. If you look closely you’ll see how much she resembles Nance.
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To add to the story the grocery store became a pub and the O'Brian's heard about the picture and were very upset that their relatives were hanging in such an establishment. When you think about it it's funny. They were Irish and I do believe it was an Irish Pub. Then the picture was placed in the attic. From there it was saved.
What is the correct spelling?
I'm pretty sure they weren't french their cooking certainly wasn't. Who remembers the BRAN MUFFINS. I loved everything they fed me except BRAN MUFFINS. When did a teenager ever need BRAN MUFFINS?
Pat for my peace of mind would you please give Kathy any other family photo's and momentos? I have this odd feeling you would use the good china as a chamber pot.