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Eulogy by Mary McSorley for Paul Leo McSorley
A Letter to Dad Dear Daddy, It has been a busy week. We’ve been talking and thinking of you – each in our own way. Aidan told me he had Continue reading
Eulogy by Suzanne McSorley for Paul Leo McSorley
October 9, 2010 St. Petersburg, FL Good morning. I’m Suzie McSorley, the oldest of Paul’s seven children. I want to thank every one of you here for joining June, dad’s Continue reading
Three Reasons Why I Will Vote for Barack Obama on Nov. 4 (by Bill McSorley)
ONE: The Iraq War decision After 911, we were uniquely focused, partisan political practices were set aside and our country was motivated to action. The CIA and military cooperated and Continue reading
Richard T. McSorley’s Family Bible
McSorley researchers will want to see these five family history pages from Richard T. McSorley, Sr.’s personal bible. (Click on each image to enlarge.)
Muffins (Fiction by Andrew McSorley)
The piercing beep sounded its incessant warning. A sausage-sized finger, furred with coarse black hairs, nails clipped to the pink, poked at the touch pad. It hit upon the appropriate Continue reading
Commencement Address – Holy Ghost Academy, June 1, 2002 (Thomas McSorley, Jr.)
Gov. Schweiker, Fr. McClosky, Mr. Pomeroy and members of the administration and faculty, parents and friends, and classmates, I’ve always been part of a small family, I only have two Continue reading
Boston Legacy (by Andrew McSorley)
Boston April 26, 2001 The crisp spring air is rattled by a scouring flight of F-15 fighters over the start. Rock music and speeches echo in the ears of more Continue reading
The Apple of His Eye (Fiction by Andrew McSorley)
He didn’t love her anymore. He knew, but it ate at him knowing she didn’t love him either. She may have been a hot tamale when it came to Carver, Continue reading
Walking the Highlands with Pablo (by Andrew McSorley)
As I emerged from the airport into Highlands Scotland, I was roused by the wind. Paul (Pablo is his trekking nickname) and I had been traveling a night and day Continue reading