![]() And Daddy apparently had the only camera. They didn't keep scrapbooks or albums, or write dates or people's names on pictures, or even date their letters (unless you count "Thurs" as a date). Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't get very far anyway, as the Mahoneys never wrote things down. Understand, I'm not writing a genealogy with a bunch of dull names and dates. Florene had since married and left home, and we took her old room In 1934, to make ends meet and to help Granny Ho, Daddy moved back to Granny's with my mother and me. I came along a year later, bringing the Great Depression in tow. and Arthur ("Honey").īy 1930, the pickle factory had failed, Josie and Honey had jobs in nearby tobacco factories, and my father had married and moved out. The others were still in school: Daddy's younger sister, Florene (spelled with an "e"), and two younger brothers: Joseph ("Josie"). My father, whom Granny called "Vincent" to keep things straight, was 16 and the only one old enough to go to work. He left Granny a once-elegant 1900-style house, a pickle factory, and four children. Her husband, "Mister Matt" - the first Matthew Vincent Mahoney in four generations of identically-named sons - died in 1923. But I had another Granny, too - my mom's mom - so to keep things straight, my mother said this one was "Granny Mahoney." I could only get the middle syllable right at first, however, and she was "Granny Ho" forever after. ![]() She was "Rena" to her family, "Mama" to her kids, and "Granny" to me. My parents and I lived with her and Daddy's brothers from my earliest memories until I was almost six. She was Florine Mahoney, my father's widowed mother.
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