His father was also named Francis James McNamara, and his mother was Jane Neely McNamara. He had brothers Billy and Bob, and sisters Dorothy and Jane. His father died when he was just one year old, but he kept his picture and missed him. The family struggled with poverty through the Great Depression, and went to live his his mom's dad, "Papa Neely" on 1116 Sherman Ave in Pittsburgh, that they talked about all their lives. Bob and Frank got into high jinks, and I think they would hide from stern PaPa Neely under the table.
He married and had children Beverly, Jim, Patrick, Theresa and Mary, all wonderful and unique. My uncle Frank was a twin of his sister Jane Elizabeth.
Frank had the most wonderful, kind personality. And he was quite a character. Once after a New Year's he accidentally drove the wrong way through the Liberty Tunnels. Whatever his condition when he went in the wrong side, he was perfectly awake when he came out the other end. His mother said "Francis became confused." ;-)
Frank was a baker, and also a bus driver for the Port Authority like his Uncle Walter McNamara. You can imagine the stories that gave him to tell. He was in the Coast Guard in WW2, but really too young to be much of a part of it.Later he was in the National Guard. He was a wonderful raconteur, as Irish as could be, and we always loved to be around him.
From his daughter Beverly "I remember how he left a twenty-dollar bill on a table for a young family that was having a rough time of it. I was about twelve and money was tight at our own home, but this couple had just had a baby, and there were things that a baby needs. He did not know I saw him place that money on that table where they would find it after we left, but I did. He left no card, no note, for he wanted no glory from doing "
The day before he died, when very lucid, he told his niece Nancy that his long-deceased brother Bob (my Dad) came to talk to him. I believe it.
He died in the Allegheny General Hospital, where his sister Jane died. The hospital is right around the corner from their first home at 1116 Sherman Ave, Mexican War Streets.
(His parents, his dad's parents, his aunt Rose and Uncle Walter, his sister Jane and his brother Billy all rest nearby. You can learn a lot more about him and his family by clicking through the family links. I've posted information going back several generations.)
He married and had children Beverly, Jim, Patrick, Theresa and Mary, all wonderful and unique. My uncle Frank was a twin of his sister Jane Elizabeth.
Frank had the most wonderful, kind personality. And he was quite a character. Once after a New Year's he accidentally drove the wrong way through the Liberty Tunnels. Whatever his condition when he went in the wrong side, he was perfectly awake when he came out the other end. His mother said "Francis became confused." ;-)
Frank was a baker, and also a bus driver for the Port Authority like his Uncle Walter McNamara. You can imagine the stories that gave him to tell. He was in the Coast Guard in WW2, but really too young to be much of a part of it.Later he was in the National Guard. He was a wonderful raconteur, as Irish as could be, and we always loved to be around him.
From his daughter Beverly "I remember how he left a twenty-dollar bill on a table for a young family that was having a rough time of it. I was about twelve and money was tight at our own home, but this couple had just had a baby, and there were things that a baby needs. He did not know I saw him place that money on that table where they would find it after we left, but I did. He left no card, no note, for he wanted no glory from doing "
The day before he died, when very lucid, he told his niece Nancy that his long-deceased brother Bob (my Dad) came to talk to him. I believe it.
He died in the Allegheny General Hospital, where his sister Jane died. The hospital is right around the corner from their first home at 1116 Sherman Ave, Mexican War Streets.
(His parents, his dad's parents, his aunt Rose and Uncle Walter, his sister Jane and his brother Billy all rest nearby. You can learn a lot more about him and his family by clicking through the family links. I've posted information going back several generations.)
His father was also named Francis James McNamara, and his mother was Jane Neely McNamara. He had brothers Billy and Bob, and sisters Dorothy and Jane. His father died when he was just one year old, but he kept his picture and missed him. The family struggled with poverty through the Great Depression, and went to live his his mom's dad, "Papa Neely" on 1116 Sherman Ave in Pittsburgh, that they talked about all their lives. Bob and Frank got into high jinks, and I think they would hide from stern PaPa Neely under the table.
He married and had children Beverly, Jim, Patrick, Theresa and Mary, all wonderful and unique. My uncle Frank was a twin of his sister Jane Elizabeth.
Frank had the most wonderful, kind personality. And he was quite a character. Once after a New Year's he accidentally drove the wrong way through the Liberty Tunnels. Whatever his condition when he went in the wrong side, he was perfectly awake when he came out the other end. His mother said "Francis became confused." ;-)
Frank was a baker, and also a bus driver for the Port Authority like his Uncle Walter McNamara. You can imagine the stories that gave him to tell. He was in the Coast Guard in WW2, but really too young to be much of a part of it.Later he was in the National Guard. He was a wonderful raconteur, as Irish as could be, and we always loved to be around him.
From his daughter Beverly "I remember how he left a twenty-dollar bill on a table for a young family that was having a rough time of it. I was about twelve and money was tight at our own home, but this couple had just had a baby, and there were things that a baby needs. He did not know I saw him place that money on that table where they would find it after we left, but I did. He left no card, no note, for he wanted no glory from doing "
The day before he died, when very lucid, he told his niece Nancy that his long-deceased brother Bob (my Dad) came to talk to him. I believe it.
He died in the Allegheny General Hospital, where his sister Jane died. The hospital is right around the corner from their first home at 1116 Sherman Ave, Mexican War Streets.
(His parents, his dad's parents, his aunt Rose and Uncle Walter, his sister Jane and his brother Billy all rest nearby. You can learn a lot more about him and his family by clicking through the family links. I've posted information going back several generations.)
He married and had children Beverly, Jim, Patrick, Theresa and Mary, all wonderful and unique. My uncle Frank was a twin of his sister Jane Elizabeth.
Frank had the most wonderful, kind personality. And he was quite a character. Once after a New Year's he accidentally drove the wrong way through the Liberty Tunnels. Whatever his condition when he went in the wrong side, he was perfectly awake when he came out the other end. His mother said "Francis became confused." ;-)
Frank was a baker, and also a bus driver for the Port Authority like his Uncle Walter McNamara. You can imagine the stories that gave him to tell. He was in the Coast Guard in WW2, but really too young to be much of a part of it.Later he was in the National Guard. He was a wonderful raconteur, as Irish as could be, and we always loved to be around him.
From his daughter Beverly "I remember how he left a twenty-dollar bill on a table for a young family that was having a rough time of it. I was about twelve and money was tight at our own home, but this couple had just had a baby, and there were things that a baby needs. He did not know I saw him place that money on that table where they would find it after we left, but I did. He left no card, no note, for he wanted no glory from doing "
The day before he died, when very lucid, he told his niece Nancy that his long-deceased brother Bob (my Dad) came to talk to him. I believe it.
He died in the Allegheny General Hospital, where his sister Jane died. The hospital is right around the corner from their first home at 1116 Sherman Ave, Mexican War Streets.
(His parents, his dad's parents, his aunt Rose and Uncle Walter, his sister Jane and his brother Billy all rest nearby. You can learn a lot more about him and his family by clicking through the family links. I've posted information going back several generations.)
