The Deedy family lived on Wabash Ave in Worcester. Here is the house as it looks today. You can click on the images to view larger.
The McDonough family lived on View street. Here are some views of the house as it appears today. Again, you can click on the images to view larger.
Neither home is currently owned or occupied by the McDonough or Deedy families. Both homes are good examples of Triple Decker architecture - common mostly in New England. These homes were built to house large extended families - with an apartment on each level.
Hopefully you can read the above. It says Capt. Deedy arrived in New York from Lisbon. I guess this was big enough news to make the local paper "Boston Post Boy" on April 6, 1761. You read that right - there was a Capt. Deedy in 1761! Who he was or if he is related I have no idea.
We jump ahead 100 years to find the next mention. This time it is Jerry Deady (again, not sure if related - some family stories report Deedy was originally spelled Deady) of Stockbridge, MA who was mentioned in the Pittsfield Sun on October 9, 1862. Apparently he took 2nd place for best assortment of garden vegetables :)
Joining Gehrig were former Bucknell pitcher Christy Mathewson, Alabama second baseman and coach Joe Sewell, and Holy Cross shortstop and coach Jack Barry. The four will be officially enshrined, along with several other inductees to be elected later this year, in July during a ceremony in Lubbock - the site of the new Hall of Fame.- College Baseball Hall of Fame Announces First-Ever Veteran Inductees
The College Baseball Hall of Fame is located in Lubbock, Texas and the inductee festivities are July 3 - 4, 2007.
Thus when Lefty Grove stopped by the house one day after pitching for East Douglas in a Blackstone Valley League game, neither I nor any of my pals asked him for an autograph. My brother, Ed, was even disdainful. “Just because he can throw a ball better than me…” he said.
Ed was 8, maybe 9. The rest of us, a little older and naturally a lot wiser, were awed by Grove – his size (when you’re 10 or 11, 6-feet-3 is mountainous), his huge hands, his rural Maryland accent. We had never heard anything like that in our land of the broad a’s. We posed for a snapshot with him by the copper beech tree in the back yard, and it was like standing alongside the biblical Moses. To have solicited an autograph would have been unseemly. Besides, he was a guest.