During WWII, 1/Lt McCawley was a member of B Battery, 308th FA BN, 78th Division and served in the European Theater.
We are honoring a man who is being buried today in Arlington National Cemetery because he offered his life during World War II. He lost something in that War that no one could see, and few could fully understand. His severe loss of hearing made many facets of his life more difficult, but he never complained about it. The few who had the patience to know him, found a warm, intelligent, witty, and most of all a generous man. Some would say he was generous to a fault, but giving gave him great pleasure. He served in Europe with the 78th Division in Belgium and Germany during WWII. After being hospitalized for his hearing loss, he elected to stay on in Europe commanding POW camps in and around Paris. As damaging as the War was, it also introduced him to some of his closest friends, whose love and friendship he deeply cherished, and to a beautiful and talented woman that would later become his wife.
To his friends, he was a great source of knowledge and insight. His curiosity wetted his appetite for reading at an early age and once he started, there was no subject left untouched. Reading was his passion in life and he enriched us all with his depth of understanding and wisdom. His breath of knowledge in the arts, science, history, literature, and the world lead one of his dear friends to describe him as one of the few Renaissance men.
Growing up, he found ways to get into trouble, nothing serious, but enough to land him in several all boys schools and eventually in military school. He took great pride in capturing scholastic honors while being frowned upon for his mischief. He was known as “Mac” during his college years at Princeton, which was punctuated by the War. He remembered his days at Princeton as being a refuge from the outside world and felt privileged to be attending. After returning from the War, he stayed longer in this refuge, taking extra classes, and completed a thesis, finally graduating in 1948. Upon graduation, he was accepted to Harvard Law School.
Rather than take the typical route of a law school graduate, after he graduated from Harvard, he returned to France to pursue the woman he fell in love with during the War. She was touring the Mediterranean with her sisters in a singing and dancing act. Having picked up the language fairly well, he landed a job with the Air Force in Chateauroux, France so he could be close to her. They eventually married in Chateauroux, a beautiful floral town two hours south of Paris, then returned to the States to start a new life.
He began his career in the government as a staff attorney and worked his way up to be the Chief Counsel of the Joint Committee on Internal Revenue Taxation. After retirement from the government, he joined the firm of Silverstein and Mullens to edit and write tax management portfolios which were published by the Bureau of National Affairs. He became well known for his expertise in tax issues and his counsel was sought even into retirement from the firm, which began in 2001.
His favorite places to visit were New York and Provincetown, on Cape Cod. New York was special because of its vibrancy and because most of his close friends lived there. He loved the NY delis and the endless supply of energy in the city. Provincetown was the site of family vacations and had an aura of intellectualism and the arts. Many good friendships were formed there over the years, especially through the generosity and open house of the O’Hara’s.
As far as hobbies go, he loved to draw and paint, most of his works had an abstract bent, but some were more straight forward. He was very talented and would sometimes produce humorous posters for my sister and me like indicating that our rooms needed to be cleaned. But other than reading, he had one favorite passion, and that was for the horses. He would spend hours analyzing the Daily Racing Form, gaining insight on past performances, jockeys, track conditions, latest workouts and any other piece of information that might give him an edge to pick the winner. He would drag anyone interested out to the track and one could not help but get interested after seeing his passion. At one point there was a lull in his interest when he lost desire to physically go to the track, but his passion returned with the onset of the internet. This was his favorite pass time up until his death. He even placed a wager at the hospital, via a wireless connection, a few days before he passed.
He will be missed dearly by his wife, Lilette, daughter, Nicole and son-in law Tim, son, Harry and daughter-in law Becky, granddaughters, Sarah and Kristin, his brother Bill and his family, as well as his friends.
We are honoring a man who is being buried today in Arlington National Cemetery because he offered his life during World War II. He lost something in that War that no one could see, and few could fully understand. His severe loss of hearing made many facets of his life more difficult, but he never complained about it. The few who had the patience to know him, found a warm, intelligent, witty, and most of all a generous man. Some would say he was generous to a fault, but giving gave him great pleasure. He served in Europe with the 78th Division in Belgium and Germany during WWII. After being hospitalized for his hearing loss, he elected to stay on in Europe commanding POW camps in and around Paris. As damaging as the War was, it also introduced him to some of his closest friends, whose love and friendship he deeply cherished, and to a beautiful and talented woman that would later become his wife.
To his friends, he was a great source of knowledge and insight. His curiosity wetted his appetite for reading at an early age and once he started, there was no subject left untouched. Reading was his passion in life and he enriched us all with his depth of understanding and wisdom. His breath of knowledge in the arts, science, history, literature, and the world lead one of his dear friends to describe him as one of the few Renaissance men.
Growing up, he found ways to get into trouble, nothing serious, but enough to land him in several all boys schools and eventually in military school. He took great pride in capturing scholastic honors while being frowned upon for his mischief. He was known as “Mac” during his college years at Princeton, which was punctuated by the War. He remembered his days at Princeton as being a refuge from the outside world and felt privileged to be attending. After returning from the War, he stayed longer in this refuge, taking extra classes, and completed a thesis, finally graduating in 1948. Upon graduation, he was accepted to Harvard Law School.
Rather than take the typical route of a law school graduate, after he graduated from Harvard, he returned to France to pursue the woman he fell in love with during the War. She was touring the Mediterranean with her sisters in a singing and dancing act. Having picked up the language fairly well, he landed a job with the Air Force in Chateauroux, France so he could be close to her. They eventually married in Chateauroux, a beautiful floral town two hours south of Paris, then returned to the States to start a new life.
He began his career in the government as a staff attorney and worked his way up to be the Chief Counsel of the Joint Committee on Internal Revenue Taxation. After retirement from the government, he joined the firm of Silverstein and Mullens to edit and write tax management portfolios which were published by the Bureau of National Affairs. He became well known for his expertise in tax issues and his counsel was sought even into retirement from the firm, which began in 2001.
His favorite places to visit were New York and Provincetown, on Cape Cod. New York was special because of its vibrancy and because most of his close friends lived there. He loved the NY delis and the endless supply of energy in the city. Provincetown was the site of family vacations and had an aura of intellectualism and the arts. Many good friendships were formed there over the years, especially through the generosity and open house of the O’Hara’s.
As far as hobbies go, he loved to draw and paint, most of his works had an abstract bent, but some were more straight forward. He was very talented and would sometimes produce humorous posters for my sister and me like indicating that our rooms needed to be cleaned. But other than reading, he had one favorite passion, and that was for the horses. He would spend hours analyzing the Daily Racing Form, gaining insight on past performances, jockeys, track conditions, latest workouts and any other piece of information that might give him an edge to pick the winner. He would drag anyone interested out to the track and one could not help but get interested after seeing his passion. At one point there was a lull in his interest when he lost desire to physically go to the track, but his passion returned with the onset of the internet. This was his favorite pass time up until his death. He even placed a wager at the hospital, via a wireless connection, a few days before he passed.
He will be missed dearly by his wife, Lilette, daughter, Nicole and son-in law Tim, son, Harry and daughter-in law Becky, granddaughters, Sarah and Kristin, his brother Bill and his family, as well as his friends.
During WWII, 1/Lt McCawley was a member of B Battery, 308th FA BN, 78th Division and served in the European Theater.
We are honoring a man who is being buried today in Arlington National Cemetery because he offered his life during World War II. He lost something in that War that no one could see, and few could fully understand. His severe loss of hearing made many facets of his life more difficult, but he never complained about it. The few who had the patience to know him, found a warm, intelligent, witty, and most of all a generous man. Some would say he was generous to a fault, but giving gave him great pleasure. He served in Europe with the 78th Division in Belgium and Germany during WWII. After being hospitalized for his hearing loss, he elected to stay on in Europe commanding POW camps in and around Paris. As damaging as the War was, it also introduced him to some of his closest friends, whose love and friendship he deeply cherished, and to a beautiful and talented woman that would later become his wife.
To his friends, he was a great source of knowledge and insight. His curiosity wetted his appetite for reading at an early age and once he started, there was no subject left untouched. Reading was his passion in life and he enriched us all with his depth of understanding and wisdom. His breath of knowledge in the arts, science, history, literature, and the world lead one of his dear friends to describe him as one of the few Renaissance men.
Growing up, he found ways to get into trouble, nothing serious, but enough to land him in several all boys schools and eventually in military school. He took great pride in capturing scholastic honors while being frowned upon for his mischief. He was known as “Mac” during his college years at Princeton, which was punctuated by the War. He remembered his days at Princeton as being a refuge from the outside world and felt privileged to be attending. After returning from the War, he stayed longer in this refuge, taking extra classes, and completed a thesis, finally graduating in 1948. Upon graduation, he was accepted to Harvard Law School.
Rather than take the typical route of a law school graduate, after he graduated from Harvard, he returned to France to pursue the woman he fell in love with during the War. She was touring the Mediterranean with her sisters in a singing and dancing act. Having picked up the language fairly well, he landed a job with the Air Force in Chateauroux, France so he could be close to her. They eventually married in Chateauroux, a beautiful floral town two hours south of Paris, then returned to the States to start a new life.
He began his career in the government as a staff attorney and worked his way up to be the Chief Counsel of the Joint Committee on Internal Revenue Taxation. After retirement from the government, he joined the firm of Silverstein and Mullens to edit and write tax management portfolios which were published by the Bureau of National Affairs. He became well known for his expertise in tax issues and his counsel was sought even into retirement from the firm, which began in 2001.
His favorite places to visit were New York and Provincetown, on Cape Cod. New York was special because of its vibrancy and because most of his close friends lived there. He loved the NY delis and the endless supply of energy in the city. Provincetown was the site of family vacations and had an aura of intellectualism and the arts. Many good friendships were formed there over the years, especially through the generosity and open house of the O’Hara’s.
As far as hobbies go, he loved to draw and paint, most of his works had an abstract bent, but some were more straight forward. He was very talented and would sometimes produce humorous posters for my sister and me like indicating that our rooms needed to be cleaned. But other than reading, he had one favorite passion, and that was for the horses. He would spend hours analyzing the Daily Racing Form, gaining insight on past performances, jockeys, track conditions, latest workouts and any other piece of information that might give him an edge to pick the winner. He would drag anyone interested out to the track and one could not help but get interested after seeing his passion. At one point there was a lull in his interest when he lost desire to physically go to the track, but his passion returned with the onset of the internet. This was his favorite pass time up until his death. He even placed a wager at the hospital, via a wireless connection, a few days before he passed.
He will be missed dearly by his wife, Lilette, daughter, Nicole and son-in law Tim, son, Harry and daughter-in law Becky, granddaughters, Sarah and Kristin, his brother Bill and his family, as well as his friends.
We are honoring a man who is being buried today in Arlington National Cemetery because he offered his life during World War II. He lost something in that War that no one could see, and few could fully understand. His severe loss of hearing made many facets of his life more difficult, but he never complained about it. The few who had the patience to know him, found a warm, intelligent, witty, and most of all a generous man. Some would say he was generous to a fault, but giving gave him great pleasure. He served in Europe with the 78th Division in Belgium and Germany during WWII. After being hospitalized for his hearing loss, he elected to stay on in Europe commanding POW camps in and around Paris. As damaging as the War was, it also introduced him to some of his closest friends, whose love and friendship he deeply cherished, and to a beautiful and talented woman that would later become his wife.
To his friends, he was a great source of knowledge and insight. His curiosity wetted his appetite for reading at an early age and once he started, there was no subject left untouched. Reading was his passion in life and he enriched us all with his depth of understanding and wisdom. His breath of knowledge in the arts, science, history, literature, and the world lead one of his dear friends to describe him as one of the few Renaissance men.
Growing up, he found ways to get into trouble, nothing serious, but enough to land him in several all boys schools and eventually in military school. He took great pride in capturing scholastic honors while being frowned upon for his mischief. He was known as “Mac” during his college years at Princeton, which was punctuated by the War. He remembered his days at Princeton as being a refuge from the outside world and felt privileged to be attending. After returning from the War, he stayed longer in this refuge, taking extra classes, and completed a thesis, finally graduating in 1948. Upon graduation, he was accepted to Harvard Law School.
Rather than take the typical route of a law school graduate, after he graduated from Harvard, he returned to France to pursue the woman he fell in love with during the War. She was touring the Mediterranean with her sisters in a singing and dancing act. Having picked up the language fairly well, he landed a job with the Air Force in Chateauroux, France so he could be close to her. They eventually married in Chateauroux, a beautiful floral town two hours south of Paris, then returned to the States to start a new life.
He began his career in the government as a staff attorney and worked his way up to be the Chief Counsel of the Joint Committee on Internal Revenue Taxation. After retirement from the government, he joined the firm of Silverstein and Mullens to edit and write tax management portfolios which were published by the Bureau of National Affairs. He became well known for his expertise in tax issues and his counsel was sought even into retirement from the firm, which began in 2001.
His favorite places to visit were New York and Provincetown, on Cape Cod. New York was special because of its vibrancy and because most of his close friends lived there. He loved the NY delis and the endless supply of energy in the city. Provincetown was the site of family vacations and had an aura of intellectualism and the arts. Many good friendships were formed there over the years, especially through the generosity and open house of the O’Hara’s.
As far as hobbies go, he loved to draw and paint, most of his works had an abstract bent, but some were more straight forward. He was very talented and would sometimes produce humorous posters for my sister and me like indicating that our rooms needed to be cleaned. But other than reading, he had one favorite passion, and that was for the horses. He would spend hours analyzing the Daily Racing Form, gaining insight on past performances, jockeys, track conditions, latest workouts and any other piece of information that might give him an edge to pick the winner. He would drag anyone interested out to the track and one could not help but get interested after seeing his passion. At one point there was a lull in his interest when he lost desire to physically go to the track, but his passion returned with the onset of the internet. This was his favorite pass time up until his death. He even placed a wager at the hospital, via a wireless connection, a few days before he passed.
He will be missed dearly by his wife, Lilette, daughter, Nicole and son-in law Tim, son, Harry and daughter-in law Becky, granddaughters, Sarah and Kristin, his brother Bill and his family, as well as his friends.
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