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ea29007  Mary Lawler Malone

Mary Lawler Malone
Emigrated from Ireland ca 1847. Sailing ship took @ six weeks.

ea26002  Mary Lawler Malone

William Maher
"Great-Great-Grandfather Maher was a blacksmith on the Erie RR which started at Deposit NY. According to Baba's Aunt Maggie (Margaret Meagher), of  Conklin Avenue, Binghamton, the family left Waterford, which is next door to Tipperary, the source of the Meaghers/Maher. She also said he spoke Gaelic"

ea26003  Dapper Malone ?
ea29004   A better image of Mary Cecilia Malone Maher

Mary Cecilia Malone Maher
Mother of William Francis Maher
From Uncle Peter's Family History  (a work in process
"My father’s mother (1867-1951), born in New Ireland, a settlement in upstate New York, was a beauty when she was young. "

ea26004  Mary Cecilia Malone Maher


ea29006  William T. Maher

William Theodore Maher
Father of William Francis Maher

ea26001  William T. Maher

William T. Maher
Mary Cecilia Malone Maher
ot28001  William Theodore Maher (1867-1955) on the road @1916William T. Maher of Newell & Truesdell, Binghamton, N.Y. stops along his way to renew old acquaintances

Ford model T panel truck ca 1916,

ea29008 Mattie Browne & Nellie Ryan Rigney Sept. 9, 1917

ea32001Aunt Lizzie

ot28003  William T. Maher at the Malone Farm  New Ireland, New York

•William Francis (L) &
Sister Agnes Maher

circa 1899

ea29001  Young William F. Maher with sister Agnes. ca. 1899 ea29009 The Path Less Traveled

The names Nana and Baba came into regular use in our family just after our first born cousin,  young Tom Watson, first attempted to say Grandma and Grandpa. Nana and Baba are the affectionate names of our Grandparents Martha and William, at least among most of the Grandchildren.

Ice Harvest

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Anna Maher. Possibly in the Security Mutual Building

Mary Cecilia Malone was Wm F's mother. The one-room schoolhouse she went to still stood in the days when we went out "to the country' to the Malone farm in (Stella) New Ireland. We swam in the creek (say CRICK)-- cold and stony bottom, shallow...We played in the hayloft. Swung from ropes to land in the hay. What perfume - new mown hay... There was an old horse (named Bill)  with a scar the length of his body. Had been gored by a bull -- and lived to tell about it. Tom picked up ears and/or tails of slaughtered pigs and sold them at St Pat's for a dime per.Or so I was told... 
Unc pete
John MJohn Maxianaxian (16 Winding Way, Binghamton). Picture from Kathleen's wedding shower 1950, if memory serves. Husband of Ellen (Nell) Aurelia Linehan Maxian, Mattie Browne Maher's friend from her arrival in Binghamton.
Father of Joyce and Bill Maxian.
Nellie was always sickly, but lived to over a hundred. Drank green tea, which Mattie Browne detested, a black tea & milk purist.

John Maxian grew up near Scranton PA, where he learned English from Irish immigrants. When the mick kids found out he was a "foreigner" they beat the crap out of him for talking with their accent. Had a sort of jolly Santa Claus Ho-ho-ho laugh. "Sure, sure" he said in an Irish brogue.

Maxians were Slovak; the name itself is not Slovak, but from Austrian Emperor's name Maximilian. The ancestors in Maxian families may have been workers on the estate of such a bigwig.

"Apple John" {as} he was known to kids in the "orphanages", as he always took bushels of apples to the kids (and 256-ers and 85 South Washington street-ers) every fall. He drove a Ford Model A pick-up truck. An incessant cigar smoker. John never went to church, which mortified the church-going majority. How could this be, the nicest man known in all the neighborhood?

Submitted by J P Maher AKA Uncle Pete

Do you remember when  the dam split behind Cutlers?  Sure do remember getting into some heated arguments with the guys from the north one would dare to try and swim across to challenge one another, especially me ( I still swim like a rock).

Joe Husnay
 I knew that they collected ice at Cutlers but never had never seen it put in the building, where out front on Front St they either had a machine or you paid someone to put the block of ice on your "homemade wagon" where it would slide off and break into small chunks that we gobbled up on the way home.

Believe it or not I still have the sign that said, 25/50 and on the other side 50/100 that was posted on the front porch to tell the ice man how much ice to deliver.

Joe Husnay

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