My Grandfather met my Grandmother at AT&T the phone company around 1905 or so.
New, as the industry boomed— they were both supervisors married in 1913.
My Father lost his Father— a bleeding ulcer when He was 10 years old.
His only memory of my Grandfather was that he supported the Irish revolution— he may have been wanted by the British to be shot..
After he died, my Grandmother was a widow at 39, seemed to have lost touch with his family.
My Father Joseph L Quinn was 10 years old.
I never understood the “troubles” in Ireland. In America,
I had Protestant and Jewish friends.
My Father was traumatized by the death of his Father— never said much more. or remembered anything about him or Word War II where is fought in India, Burma,and China But remembered seeing the Taj Mahal. That's all.
Recently, I found a will from my Great Aunt Mary Quinn Clary She left $21,000 to Catholic charities in New York and China in 1941.
My Father signed off on this. Even though his Mother got nothing.
In 1989, I was working in New York and experienced the secret hate of my Irish Protestant boss for Catholics.
The worst day was when I was screamed at because I had gotten ashes on Ash Wednesday.
He told me to leave the building At that time, I was shaken by the ferocity of the anger.
Later— we were doing a very successful play Remembrance.
When the playwright Author came from the UK to NYC to see the show
(we thought) he came to celebrate our success.
But no, it became another tribal game— he was a Protestant— criticized the cast for being too Catholic.
Malachy McCourt testified to this In his Memoir a few years ago.
I was beginning to understand the deranged gulf between the two.
Revolution— yes.. and the Irish won, sort of, if we acquiesce
Tyrone, Armagh and all that.
The gun running on the third floor, while the drama played out on the stage downstairs.
And then, maybe a year or two ago,
I learned my name in Eirish was originally spelled Cuinn—
Queen Victoria took care of that— as she outlawed the Irish language
to regale herself— her majesty her all with no men clature 4 QUINN.....
So, for over a century
Cuinn was buried at the behest of (Regina) victoria. When Famine struck she was fed obese and all.
While the Irish starved... Gloria V. At least, I can lower her case, on my name in history.
—Red Wheelbarrow Press (2016)
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Newark was known for the quality of its water which attracted many German breweries and soda manufacturers to Newark. My Father worked as a salesman for Pabst Beer in Newark on Grove St for decades. Its landmark Pabst Tower was always seen from the Garden State Parkway. Earlier it had an incarnation as Hoffman’s Ginger Ale when I was in grammar school. My Father was able to buy wholesale bottles that were too full, not full enough, or if a label was missing as an employee.
He later transitioned from Hoffman to Pabst and I have archival artifacts from Pabst in my archives in Newark.
This campaign came about when more than 100 letters of mine were published by The New York Times, Working with colleagues at Fractured Atlas we had to meet their standard. 100 donors for our $100 campaign that is now live.
The name Cuinn banned by Victoria became Quinn (Copywright)
by Daniel P Quinn
Oct 22, 2020
by Victoria
via (Alexander) Bell
and the Bronx
my Grandmother
at AT&T
the phone company
around 1905 or so.
as the industry
boomed—
they were both supervisors
married
in 1913.
a bleeding ulcer
when He was 10 years old.
was that he supported
the Irish revolution—
he may have been wanted
by the British
to be shot..
my Grandmother
was a widow at 39,
seemed to have lost touch
with his family.
Joseph L Quinn
was
10
years old.
the “troubles” in Ireland.
In America,
and Jewish friends.
by the death of his Father—
never said much more.
or remembered anything about him
or Word War II
where is fought in India, Burma,and China
But remembered seeing the Taj Mahal.
That's all.
I found a will
from
my Great Aunt
Mary Quinn Clary
She left $21,000
to Catholic charities
in New York and China
in 1941.
signed off on this.
Even though
his Mother
got nothing.
I was working in New York
and experienced the secret hate
of my Irish Protestant boss
for Catholics.
was when
I was screamed at
because I had gotten
ashes
on Ash
Wednesday.
the building
At that time,
I was shaken
by the ferocity
of the anger.
we were doing
a very successful play
Remembrance.
Author
came
from the UK to NYC
to see the show
he came
to celebrate our success.
it became
another tribal game—
he was a Protestant—
criticized the cast
for being too Catholic.
testified to this
In his Memoir
a few years ago.
to understand
the deranged gulf
between the two.
yes..
and
the Irish won,
sort of,
if we acquiesce
Armagh
and all that.
on the third floor,
while the drama
played out
on the stage
downstairs.
a year
or
two ago,
my name
in Eirish
was
originally
spelled
Cuinn—
took care of that—
as she
outlawed
the Irish language
her majesty
her all
with
no men
clature
4
QUINN.....
for
over a century
was buried
at the behest of (Regina)
victoria.
When
Famine
struck
she was fed
obese
and all.
Gloria V.
At least,
I can lower
her case,
on my name
in history.
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