I remember Pat in high school........senior year. We promised each other a graduation kiss and made it good.
He entered the Marine Corps Reserves at 18 and, as all Marines, was very proud.
Pat had a fabulously funny personality. He could tell a joke and have everyone laughing just by the way he told it. He heard a lot of jokes and could remember them.
When we married, he worked as a meter reader for PG&E. He had many funny stories of the dogs, and a goose, that tried to attack him. He'd use his meter book to fight them off. Many laughs.
He soon got into sales. At 23 he sold $1,000,000 of life insurance in his first year. His personality was his best tool. At 26, while working for Cool-Ray Polaroid Sunglasses, we were transferred to Minneapolis/St.Paul, Minnesota. He was the company's fair-haired boy and sold lots of sunglasses........record numbers. He travelled with this job and had some great stories about getting caught in 20ft. snow drifts, freeways ending, freezing temperatures with wind chill factors more than minus 20 degrees.
He changed jobs, still being in sales. He worked for Pennsylvania Optical Co.,following three good buddies he met at Cool-Ray Polaroid. He moved back to California, via Huntington Beach, San Jose and, finally, Northern CA (Sebastopol, Sonoma County). No more moving, thank you.
By then, Pat was the father of four (Lisa, Kathy, Michael and Kevin). His children loved him very much. When he'd come home from a trip, he'd usually bring them something wonderful and different. They could hardly wait.
He continued to work in sales. His mental health was troubling and his constant travel was losing its appeal.
Pat died tragically and violently on 1/22/76. He will always be missed by his family and friends.
Pat Murnane had an outstanding personality, humorous, unique and easy-going, to this day one of the exceptional personalities in my life. I was shocked when qualities that had helped carry me thru bad school days, couldn't carry him.
In the 8th Grade at St. Anselm's, we were the closest. The whole class took private dancing lessons from Mrs. Peobles (sp?) Friday nites that the nuns were adamently against. I was one of the shortest girls in class, barely 5'2", and Pat hadn't grown yet so we got to know each other as dance partners when the teacher didn't have us change around. Pat was a comfort for a self-conscious girl to be with and constantly commented a bit sarcasticaly about how much better we were than the other couples. I got his shoulder wet with tears from laughing so much. It was his fault alone that I developed a crush on him...and on Danny McDonald (sp?)
The grade school Sisters were always trying to get money out of us selling Xmas seals every year; like in 4th Grade we had to bring money to school for Chiang Kai shek, whomever he was, for rice. All I knew was that he was some Catholic and why couldn't we just bring rice anyway?
In 8th Grade Sr. Mary Benigna made us all buy seals or stamps to acquire "pagan babies" to get baptised. Pat and I sat close to each other and joked about the concept of "buying" a person nowadays and "pagan" meaning, didn't they have any religion? Pat always seemed more mature than his yrs. and many times enlightened me. (He signed my autograph book 16 times.)
When I finally had the $5 (per baby), I got a lrg. certificate and Sr. Benigna wrote in my chosen name for MY baby boy: Daniel Patrick. Pat never found out but now there's a 50+ yr. old Daniel Patrick Obama running around So. Africa, saved from Muslims, those pagans!---not at all a fitting tribute for a gentleman who was such a class act but his laughing face is otherwise remembered. -- S. H. Yanok
Sandra (Sandy) Rosso
I remember Pat in high school........senior year. We promised each other a graduation kiss and made it good.He entered the Marine Corps Reserves at 18 and, as all Marines, was very proud.
Pat had a fabulously funny personality. He could tell a joke and have everyone laughing just by the way he told it. He heard a lot of jokes and could remember them.
When we married, he worked as a meter reader for PG&E. He had many funny stories of the dogs, and a goose, that tried to attack him. He'd use his meter book to fight them off. Many laughs.
He soon got into sales. At 23 he sold $1,000,000 of life insurance in his first year. His personality was his best tool. At 26, while working for Cool-Ray Polaroid Sunglasses, we were transferred to Minneapolis/St.Paul, Minnesota. He was the company's fair-haired boy and sold lots of sunglasses........record numbers. He travelled with this job and had some great stories about getting caught in 20ft. snow drifts, freeways ending, freezing temperatures with wind chill factors more than minus 20 degrees.
He changed jobs, still being in sales. He worked for Pennsylvania Optical Co.,following three good buddies he met at Cool-Ray Polaroid. He moved back to California, via Huntington Beach, San Jose and, finally, Northern CA (Sebastopol, Sonoma County). No more moving, thank you.
By then, Pat was the father of four (Lisa, Kathy, Michael and Kevin). His children loved him very much. When he'd come home from a trip, he'd usually bring them something wonderful and different. They could hardly wait.
He continued to work in sales. His mental health was troubling and his constant travel was losing its appeal.
Pat died tragically and violently on 1/22/76. He will always be missed by his family and friends.
Suzanne Helms (Yanok)
Pat Murnane had an outstanding personality, humorous, unique and easy-going, to this day one of the exceptional personalities in my life. I was shocked when qualities that had helped carry me thru bad school days, couldn't carry him.In the 8th Grade at St. Anselm's, we were the closest. The whole class took private dancing lessons from Mrs. Peobles (sp?) Friday nites that the nuns were adamently against. I was one of the shortest girls in class, barely 5'2", and Pat hadn't grown yet so we got to know each other as dance partners when the teacher didn't have us change around. Pat was a comfort for a self-conscious girl to be with and constantly commented a bit sarcasticaly about how much better we were than the other couples. I got his shoulder wet with tears from laughing so much. It was his fault alone that I developed a crush on him...and on Danny McDonald (sp?)
The grade school Sisters were always trying to get money out of us selling Xmas seals every year; like in 4th Grade we had to bring money to school for Chiang Kai shek, whomever he was, for rice. All I knew was that he was some Catholic and why couldn't we just bring rice anyway?
In 8th Grade Sr. Mary Benigna made us all buy seals or stamps to acquire "pagan babies" to get baptised. Pat and I sat close to each other and joked about the concept of "buying" a person nowadays and "pagan" meaning, didn't they have any religion? Pat always seemed more mature than his yrs. and many times enlightened me. (He signed my autograph book 16 times.)
When I finally had the $5 (per baby), I got a lrg. certificate and Sr. Benigna wrote in my chosen name for MY baby boy: Daniel Patrick. Pat never found out but now there's a 50+ yr. old Daniel Patrick Obama running around So. Africa, saved from Muslims, those pagans!---not at all a fitting tribute for a gentleman who was such a class act but his laughing face is otherwise remembered. -- S. H. Yanok
Rafael "Brud" Dufficy
Hey Pat- so I guess I gotta write something
and as the 10th century Persian philosopher noted
"the finger writes and having writ moves on
nor all your piety and wit shall draw it back to cancel half a line
nor all your tears wash out a word of it"
thanks for the memories- they were cool !!!
ybBrud