Helen (Sullivan) and Larry McIntyre, c1938

Helen (Sullivan) and Larry McIntyre, c1938
Helen (Sullivan) and Larry McIntyre, c1938

About Lawrence F. McIntyre and Helen M. Sullivan

About Lawrence F. McIntyre and Helen M. Sullivan

Lawrence Francis McIntyre born, January 2, 1913, was named John Francis McIntyre on his birth certificate. But, by the time he was baptized at St. Malachy Church in Chicago on January 19, 1913, his given name was Lawrence. Helen Mae Sullivan, born on March 11, 1914, moved with her parents and older brother to 18 N. Latrobe before she started elementary school. Larry and Helen were married on November 26, 1937 in Chicago Illinois at St. Thomas Aquinas Church. They lived on the westside of Chicago at various addresses, moving back to 18 N. Latrobe c1949 and lived there until 1967 when they moved to the northside of the City. Larry retired from the Weil Pump Company in the 1980s and Helen retired from Home Federal Savings in the 1970s. They were original owners of their condo on Lake Michigan. Larry loved to stand on his balcony overlooking the lake and enjoy the sun. Helen liked the freedom of hoping on a bus to go downtown or a quick walk to the grocery store. She never learned to drive so Larry would often chauffeur her around. When he died in 1995 (February 28) she said she had lost her "best friend." Helen enjoyed her condo on Lake Michigan and was able to live independently until her death on September 29, 2008. For information about Helen Sullivan McIntyre prior to her marriage, go to the Sullivan/Madigan Genealogy Blog. And for information on Lawrence McIntyre prior to the marriage go to the McIntyre/Walsh Genealogy Blog.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Young and In Love, 1937

This photo was taken the summer before Helen and Larry were married.  Although it is not noted, it looks like they might be at North Avenue beach in Chicago.   Doesn't Larry look like someone out of a rock band?  Perhaps one of the New Kids on the Block -- Joey McIntyre??  And, Helen looks like a long-legged model.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

The Family Car, 1947

When we lived at 338 N. Pine, Larry, Sr. had an old 2-seater car with a rumble seat.  It is believed that this car is a 1934 Pontiac, three window coupe.   Larry, Jr. and Elaine would ride in the open-air seat while Helen and Larry Sr. were inside.  Sometimes we would get rained on while we were riding around.  Looking at it today, it certainly is a magnificent looking automobile!

For those of you who don't know what a rumble seat was, Wikipedia offers the following explanation:

A rumble seat is an upholstered exterior seat which hinges or otherwise opens out from the rear deck of a pre-World War II automobile, and seats one or more passengers.  Roadster, Coupe and Cabriolet auto body styles were offered with either a luggage compartment or a rumble seat in the deck. Models equipped with a rumble seat were often referred to as a sport coupe or sport roadster. 

In America, this type of seating became largely obsolete in the mid-1930s when cars became too fast and streamlined for the comfort of passengers in such a seat. Their popularity was further diminished by frequent injuries, including decapitation that sometimes occurred in accidents. Rumble seat passengers were essentially seated out in the elements, and received little or no protection from the regular passenger compartment top.  It is possible that the last American-built cars with a rumble seat were the 1939 Ford and 1939 Dodge and Plymouth.  Prior to World War I, a single, center-mounted rumble seat was sometimes referred to as a mother-in-law seat.

I wonder if putting children in a rumble seat today would be considered "child abuse?"  The times were certainly much more simple in the 1940s.

Photo courtesy Elaine Beaudoin from the photo collection of Helen McIntyre.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Thorndale Beach South Fire, Winter, 1968

Within the first year that Helen, Larry and Elaine McIntyre had  moved into their Thorndale Beach South condo, there were several fires.  One of the fires required everyone to evacuate the building.  I remember, sometime in the early A.M. there was a loud knock on the apartment door and someone yelled that we had to get out immediately.  We grabbed warm coats and boots and walked down 18 flights holding cloths to our face so we didn't inhale the smoke.   It was really very scary walking down with all the smoke in the stairwells.

I also remember it was VERY cold outside.  We were directed into the lobby of the building next door,  where we stood, worried that our new home was in flames.  As it turned out, the fire was in the garbage chute and well contained, but the smoke had spread throughout the building.

To read the article, click on image to enlarge.

The undated article is from a Chicago paper, most likely the Chicago Tribune.