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Out In The Be-Bop-Be-Bop Night

Twice-Told Tales Out Of 1960s North Quincy

About me

Location	Boston, Massachusetts, United States
Introduction	Here are the background facts of my life that are important to understanding the why of the creation of this blog and the reason that I can speak with some authority about the old pre- 1964 North Quincy, at least to tell some tales about it. My maternal grandparents, Anna (nee O’Brien) and Daniel Radley lived on Young Street over across from the Welcome Young Field almost all their lives, and various members of this branch of the Radley family have lived in North Quincy up until very recently. My grandfather was actually born in that house on Young Street and my grandmother elsewhere in Quincy. As far as I have been able to trace back one or the other families goes back the Irish “famine ship” times in the late 1840s, although that information in pre-"green card" times is sketchy at best. Needless to say my late mother, Doris, NQHS Class of 1943 and her siblings were born in Quincy as well. My mother, during World War II, fell in love with and married a Marine, the late Preston, who had been based at the Hingham Depot, and who hailed from coal country down in Hazard, Kentucky. They had three boys, Preston, the late Kenneth and me, all born in Quincy right after the war.

Location

Boston, Massachusetts, United States

Introduction

Here are the background facts of my life that are important to understanding the why of the creation of this blog and the reason that I can speak with some authority about the old pre- 1964 North Quincy, at least to tell some tales about it. My maternal grandparents, Anna (nee O’Brien) and Daniel Radley lived on Young Street over across from the Welcome Young Field almost all their lives, and various members of this branch of the Radley family have lived in North Quincy up until very recently. My grandfather was actually born in that house on Young Street and my grandmother elsewhere in Quincy. As far as I have been able to trace back one or the other families goes back the Irish “famine ship” times in the late 1840s, although that information in pre-"green card" times is sketchy at best. Needless to say my late mother, Doris, NQHS Class of 1943 and her siblings were born in Quincy as well. My mother, during World War II, fell in love with and married a Marine, the late Preston, who had been based at the Hingham Depot, and who hailed from coal country down in Hazard, Kentucky. They had three boys, Preston, the late Kenneth and me, all born in Quincy right after the war.