The Waterbury Democrat., 1946-01-09
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Good Evening.
,a 5. TEE MAN IN TIE TOWER

Borrowing leaf as it were from the diary of the
 Out Easter" pause tonight to take formal cogni.
 of the passing of of the North Ends oldest residents the widely beloved Mrs. Edward Fitzgerald of
 Beacon street. We tender condolences to her
 vivng kin particularly to her weLkn0wn son, former
 Alderman Edward J. Fitzgerald. It has been many
 years since raced by the Fitzgerald home on Beacon street. the present and the former at the
 of Beacon and Grown street We say raced because
 we were hOmeward bound from school and who wants
 to finger when the bell is still echOing dismissal time. We have remembered Mrs Fitzgerald down through the years, her interest in St. Thomas Church since it's
 foundation nearly half century ago. We have also cherished memories of her neghbOrly peasantres and
 her daily kindnesses and often thought of her who lived in the neghborhOOd she loved to consider
 home and who preferred that section though time had removed of her close friends and neXtdOOr neigh
 bOrs She could look out of her window into the homes
 the street of two who made history in the police department, the late Chief Inspector William F.
 Keegan and ParOlman Maurice NOOnan. Ask your dad grandfather and he will tell you wealth of stories about bOth Next door down, lived the DaOns and the COgans and down the left side of the street the Th
 bOdeaus the Kanes the Barretts the Joys the Russes and the Kinneys the corner of Beacon and Burton streets. Going up the right side of Beacon recall
 the Cunnnghams the Barnetts the Flemings the Beg leys, RObnsOns and Bishop street school yard always crowded with kids. And members of these families that made up Beacon street and left many stirring memories to another generation went to church or strOlled about the neighbOrhOOd who of them didn't know and like and respect Mrs. Fitzgerald If to glance Crown street and around the immediate neighbOrhOod remember the BaIfes, the Martins the Burns, the Reilys, Martin Kenneys Dalys. Savers, Hackers and down Memory Lane, would simply augment the number of neighbOrs of friends and ad mirers of Mrs Fitzgerald. It a nice community n which to have fashioned memories of youth. It has been ideal neighbOrhOOd in which to live, rich and better and happier because of the and the tivities of many of the families mentioned.
 January Thaw. January thaws those things Nom and Dad and Grandma often talk about. They tell of times when everything banketed with snow at jim fO and how January arrived and the thaw started. Such thaw the greatest in quite few years around these parts beginning late last week. Each day grew mder and each day little more and ice melted until final y one day those who lived the hllsides took off the chains and started out again with clean slate clean road. The current January thaw was particularly gummy in sections, side roads, for instance but state roads and secondary harsuaced roads there was mud for the wheels to sink into Grandmas buck board often got stuck in January but not Dads That gets stuck only in snow banks. The January thaw melted the snow in the Litchied and Berkshire Hills. cicles hanging the ledges gradually disappeared slid off the farm houses and barns. The scenes of Christmas suddenly became gloomy in January aspect of thaw. January thaw! Don't count it's continu- ance, however, for tomorrow it may snow.
 One of the most popular books of the season. Love ly Is the Lee' which would be the Lee which Cork City and lot of other places located is being read by those who know do not know Ireland The author describes places people, brds mountains and peat bOgs cOnvincingly that it's fine book to read It is hard to believe that there could be many birds off the coast of Galway and in nearby Clare and Mayo The author knows birds and their habits and during visits to by islands checked them al His keen eye distinguished a great many that might just look like gulls and other big birds to those not up on birds Again the author grows lyric about the nearby misty mountains, the immense lakes, and the folks he talks to in the town. He looks out of his hotel window in town you heard of and admires the fuchsa hedges, you and He is urged to stick around Galway until horse race time. Then he will something. This brings back a day when coming from the North, not following the coast but slightly inland planning to stop of at place called ClaremOrris, skipping Galway alto gether and then heading for Ennis in Clare companion in the railway coach finally had to find out, he said, why ClaremOrris and not Galway. It's hOrseracing time, you know. So then and there knew were missing something. The author of the book We are talking about also ducked out of Galway and went down to Cork city of his birth, to wander around and feast his eyes again the River Lee lovely here, there and all along its Galway fine but Cork was where he came from and like any COrkman he wanted to go back. The telling fine and if you've seen an Irish river or lake you'll get idea of them from "IOveIy Is the Lee"
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