For thirty-eight years that we have lived here, on Park Street, Carol and I have told each other again and again that we couldn’t have lived in a better city, in a better neighborhood, on a better street. So many wonderful people who have enriched our lives, so many places that made us happy, so many things that we treasure. Carol’s cousin, Meri Davis says it best: “What is left behind are the memories. They will never die”
Growing Old on Park Street
For the in-house news letter of the Library of Congress our son, Chris, wrote:”Her career with the Library spanned 30 years. She worked for the Federal Research Division (FRD), the National Library Division for the Blind and Handicapped (NLS), and the the Literary Division of the Copyright Office. She was a dedicated Library employee, who overcame losing most of her eyesight to continue her impeccable service to the institution
Carol was well liked by everyone she met. Age, GS level, race, religion, and sexual orientation never became barriers to friendship for her. She became life-long friends with other members of the Library family and maintained her relationships with colleagues long past leaving a division or her retirement.”
Chris proves ‘the apple never never falls far from the tree by following in her footsteps, working at NLS as a reference librarian.
My wife contracted macular degeneration macular degeneration in the mid-90s. She could neither drive, read a newspaper nor a book. Yet, she continued to live her life with good cheer and enthusiasm. She never used her disability as an excuse to be temperamental, mean, or unkind.
Carol was born on November 29,1944 in Brockton, MA and died on March 21, 2020 in Washington, DC. Cause of death was heart failure.
The pandemic prevents us from gathering,hugging, laughing, crying and telling our wonderful memories of this generous women, my wife of 39 years.
Carol’s moved a lot when she was young. Her family, finally, settled in Sudbury, MA. She graduated from Sudbury High. She earned a BA in History from Notre Dame of Maryland
After graduation she moved to Washington and worked for the CIA for 10 years, Atlantic Research Corp, where I met her on the first day she reported for work.. Then, 30 years for the Library.
She leaves behind me, John Corrigan, her husband, Chris, our son, and Michelle, his wife. Also Carol leaves behind Melissa, my daughter and Carol’s stepdaughter, who lives in Chicago and is married to Dan Sarfik. Carol had a sister and a brother. Her sister Mary Pound, who married Rob, her high school sweet heart, in 1969. He passed last August. Carol’s brother is John Tullie and he and his wife Carol live in Scottsdale, AZ.
Please continue to check with this website for when the day comes that we can all come together and celebrate. Plans are to intern Carol’s ashes with her parents in Brockton, MA at a time to be determined. Then a proper get together with food and drink here in DC.
Donations may be made to the:
Friends for the Blind, c/oJean Yablon, Treasure, Rm.305, 800 25 th Street N.W. ,Washington, D.C. 20037
Our Wedding Day
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When building this web site I found hundreds and hundred of photos. I will keep adding to gallery regularly. But I invite others to contribute.
A Prayer to St. Anthony
This a prayer that Carol memorized years and years ago and said to herself over and over. It gave her comfort. St. Anthony is the patron saint of miracles. I share it with you because it, like it did for Carol, may give you peace in times of trouble or doubt.
O holy St. Anthony, gentlest of Saints, your love for God and charity for His creatures made you worthy even on earth to possess miraculous powers.Miracles waited on your word which you were ready to speak for those in trouble or anxiety. Encouraged by this thought, I implore you to obtain for me my request (here mention your intention)
The answer to my prayer may require a miracle; even so, you are the Saint of Miracles. O gentle and loving St. Anthony, whose heart is ever full of human symathy, whisper my petition into the ear of the sweet Infant Jesus, Who loved to be enfolded in your arms, and the gratitude of my heart will be ever yours
Contact
In times like now, all comments, prayers, old photos are deeply appreciated. Sent them to the link below:
John Corrigan
1121 Park St. NE, Washington, DC 20002
202-546-1878/haverhillroad@yahoo.com