ANDREW MALEY OBITUARY
Source: Alton Daily Telegraph, September 8, 1887
Mr. Andrew Maley, 80 years of age, has been an Alton resident, and during most of that period a familiar person on our streets. He died quite suddenly of heart disease yesterday afternoon at the family residence on Walnut Street [Central Avenue], between Second [Broadway] and Third Street.
Mr. Maley was born in County Sligo, Ireland, in 1807. From Quebec, he journeyed to New York, where in 1840 he enlisted for 5 years in the United States Army, taking part as a soldier in the Florida war against the Seminole Indians. He came to Alton immediately after his term of enlistment expired in 1845, and has lived here ever since.
Andrew married Rosanna Gaynor in Madison County on August 24, 1846. They had one son, Peter Maley, born in 1849. Andrew served two terms in the Alton city council, and was pleasant and unassuming in his deportment. He left an aged widow and one son, Peter Maley. The funeral will take place from St. Patrick's Church. Burial in St. Patrick's Cemetery.
In about 1856, Andrew Maley erected houses on East Broadway, between Central Avenue [then called Walnut Street] and Cherry Street, named "Maley's Row." His own residence was not far away, at 206 Central Avenue. In 1916, the homes were condemned by the State fire marshal as being unsafe, and Julius Haas, owner of the buildings at that time, tore them down to erect brick buildings, one of which was a "triple building" for three families, and one a double for two families. When the wreckers came, they found the Maley homes still contained solid timbers and planks of oak and sycamore. Later, the Haas buildings were torn down and Walz Oldsmobile was located on the block. His son, Peter Maley, who was born in Alton in 1849, died February 25, 1897, in Alton. He was an only child. His funeral was held in St. Patrick's Church, and burial was in the St. Patrick's Cemetery in Godfrey.
ANDREW MALEY'S EXPERIENCES IN THE SEMINOLE WAR
Source: Alton Telegraph, August 7, 1884
Mr. Andrew Maley, a citizen of Alton for about 40 years, was a soldier in the Florida War [Second Seminole War], which broke out in 1835, and he had some rough experiences. He came to this country from Ireland in 1832, and soon afterwards volunteered. He was with the troops that went to the place where Dade's men, 96 in number, were massacred by the Seminole Indians, under Osceola [Osceola was born Billy Powell in Alabama, and became an influential leader of the Seminole people in Florida. His mother was Creek, and his great-grandfather was James McQueen, a Scotsman. Osceola was reared by his mother in the Creek tradition. They migrated to Florida with other Red Stick refugees, led by a half-breed relative, Peter McQueen.], and Maley assisted in burying the remains of the victims. He was with a detachment of troops under Colonel Harney when they were attacked by the Indians, under the Chief Billy Bowlegs, early one morning near Fort Clinch. The soldiers were surprised, and not many escaped. Mr. Maley was among the fortunate ones, and he and a few companions got away in a canoe on the river, near which they were encamped. On one occasion, while on picket duty, he shot a mule, thinking it a blood-thirsty Seminole. Mr. Maley became a soldier in the regular army in 1840, served for 5 years, and was honorably discharged. He received a duplicate discharge last week; the original being lost. He volunteered for 3 months at the beginning of the Mexican War , but when they were reported to General Taylor at For Brown, he refused to receive them, stating that their time would be out before he could have any use for them. Mr. Maley then came to Alton, where he has since resided.
On one occasion while in Florida, he was standing guard in front of Colonel (afterwards General and then 12th President of the U.S.) Zachary Taylor's tent, when that officer stepped out, and to test the raw recruit, as he supposed him to be, told Maley to remove some brush that was nearby. The soldier understood his duty, made no reply, but paced his beat steadily. Again, the order was given, but the sentry was unapproachable. Finally, Taylor asked, "Do you know who I am?" "Yes, you are Colonel Taylor, commanding." "Well, are you not afraid of me?" "Yes, begorra," replied the Irishman with a twinkle of the eye, "I'm afraid you'll steal something from me." The officer then burst into a hearty laugh, and retired to his marquee. Andy acknowledges the mule story to be true, and does not deny the other.