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DAY Third Generation: Family of Ira DAY and Ellen GORMAN
Connection> / Great Grandfather Ira Day 1854 of Ira Reese Day 1921
Woman stood guard with Garden Hose as she refuses to allow painters to work!
Connection> Halstead J. Day 1885 / son of / Ira Day 1854 / son of / George Day 1818
My great-uncle, Halstead J. Day and two others were caught in a battle with Mrs. Whitford over painting of her neighbor's house.
A garden hose was her weapon!
Biography: Ira Reese DAY, Junior
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| Ike as Santa about 1960 Prospect Park |
Ike was named after my father, Ira Reese Day. Ike was 13 pounds at birth. He was called Junior until he was 4, then they decide to call him Ike after President Dwight (I like Ike, was the saying ) Eisenhower. When I was five my father was asking the rest of us kids what we wanted to be when we grew
up. Ike was three and he immediately started barking and said I want to be a dog. At that time we lived in a house off a cemetery. I'm mother took Ike and the youngest brother for a walk in the cemetery in the dead end we lived on. Flags were on veterans graves. Ike was walking behind her plucking out the flags to wave. Mom had to ran around finding the graves and putting the flags back.
up. Ike was three and he immediately started barking and said I want to be a dog. At that time we lived in a house off a cemetery. I'm mother took Ike and the youngest brother for a walk in the cemetery in the dead end we lived on. Flags were on veterans graves. Ike was walking behind her plucking out the flags to wave. Mom had to ran around finding the graves and putting the flags back.
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| Ike Grad-Eastside High School |
We lived in Prospect Park New Jersey, a small community for some time that was adjacent to of Paterson new jersey, for about 7 years. It was a Dutch community at the time and we were supposedly Irish so we thought, and weren't really accepted there. Though now we know we had as much as they did. My mother would get hang up phone calls in calls calling her names. She always suspected The neighbors but I suspected it was my father's mother's friend old friend. There was a small grocery store and butcher shop in the '50s and '60s on our block in prospect Park and my mother had an account there she would pay it weekly.
One day Ike, age 5 or 6, not knowing you had to pay for things in store went into the corner store and told a candy bar and went on his very way. The man called my mother and she said, sorry, just put it on our bill, thank you.Years later and after his parents died, his dad in June 1970 and his mom a year and a half later, Ike was orphaned at age 17 and lived in the YMCA, then with his closest friend, Tom G and his family.
Ike went into the Navy. There was some high jinks with some friends one day and the police got involved and instead of going to jail the police drove him to the recruiting station where he enlisted in the Navy. He much of his time on the USS Lyndsay McCormick (a battle ship) for about 4 years. After he got out, for a time he live with me, sometimes with Tom's family and sometime with his young brother and his wife in New York. He worked fixing cameras and as a letter carrier in the Post Office, Paterson, NJ. He along with Tom and his wife, Elaine, bought a house on 8th Street in Paterson. Ike finally received his college degree in history and Post Office a Postmaster. After his death, the family learned he would have gotten that promotion.
I was working full-time and living next door to my mother-in-law during this time. I wouldn't have lived there if I could have afford it somewhere else but it was a cheap place to live because it was lower middle class area. My husband, Bud, a childhood name, as he was call was living in Pennsylvania with his aunt Lena, his mother's sister, while he interned at Temple University to be a nuclear medical technologist. I always wanted to play the piano and Ike knew this and he wrote me a letter and said he was sending money for me to buy a piano.
Ike, and his friends Tom and Elaine had bought 2 houses together. One was on 8th Street Paterson.
Fortunately the property wasn't worth much with the house in less than livable condition. Heart disease in my family. Our Dad died at 49, and Ike died at 35 from a heart attack. We all care about Ike and he would tell us things that we felt were symptoms. He promise us all he was. After he died, Tom and Elaine who lived up stairs in a house the three of them bought together told us Ike did not take care of himself. He would just tell us that. Ike would say I know I'll die young. Ike died on August 8, 1989. He was 35.
Biography: My Sister, Doris Ann Day on The Gary Moore Show in 1959
Doris passed away on the 26 Nov 2017. She leaves behind a daughter, C. Winterberg whom Doris said was her best friend and the light of her life. https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/257793229/doris-ann-day
New Jersey, Death Index, 1901-1903
View record Name • Doris Ann DAY. Age • 68. Birth Date • 9 Jan 1949. Birth Place • Paterson, New Jersey, USA. Death Date • 24 Nov 2017. Death Place • New Jersey, USA.
Source information: Title : New Jersey, Death Index, 1901-1903. 2016 Publisher location
Lehi, UT, USA .
Source information: Title : New Jersey, Death Index, 1901-1903. 2016 Publisher location
Lehi, UT, USA .
Doris was a wonderful sister. Many times fought off bullies to defend her siblings. She was a wonderful artist. Doris was a librarian in Glen Rock and South Hackensack, NJ. Her bosses said she was the best librarian they had ever worked with. Doris was a hard worker at anything she set her mind to. ~ Jan
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A TRIBUTE TO EDWARD DAY ~ ENGINE 28, LADDER 11 NYC FIRE DEPARTMENT LOST IN THE WTC DISASTER OF 911
Warm Humor, Frozen Shoes Edward Day did not just extinguish fires. He extinguished grouchiness. At Engine Company 28 and Ladder 11 on the Lower East Side, where Mr. Day, 45, was a firefighter, he kept a sharp eye out for grumpy colleagues. They got the Day treatment: smiley face stickers slapped on their helmets. Whenever he stayed at his mother's house in Newport, R.I., he would make the bed when he was ready to leave and then drop a dollar on it with a note, "For the maid." His mother liked to give what she called the last Christmas party of the year, held well into January. Mr. Day had a ritual at the parties: he collected all the bottle caps from exhausted beer bottles and deposited them throughout the house in her plants. His wife, Bridgitte, was a fervent Clint Eastwood fan, so he would sign his cards to her, "Clint Eastwood." "He was always ready to make you laugh," said Tim Day, his brother, "whether he knew you for 20 years or 20 minutes." The first time Eddy Day met Tim's wife, Essie, he asked if she wanted a glass of wine. Sure, she said. He brought it out and handed it to her. "Excuse me," he said, and bent over and slipped off her shoes. As she watched, mystified, he marched into the kitchen and put them in the freezer. Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on October 13, 2001.