I had not seen John since we were teenagers. I remember a boy in love with baseball, with a gentle Dad and a mom who loved him dearly.  I am sorry we lost touch. It looked like he was enjoying his job and am glad that I knew him even for a short time.

I worked with John as the second of three doorman at the Tavern until he took his retirement. I lived about 10 blocks from him, but I regret that I saw him in the neighborhood  only a few times.  He was always so gentle, so open and friendly.  He seemed so reserved, yet I always felt welcome; he was so politely curious. He was live and let live in the flesh. I would have loved to have seen him play baseball!

So glad to see that John is remembered by loved ones. I knew him when we were teenagers and how much he loved baseball. He should have been a star!

Johnny was a classmate of mine at St. Gregory the Great elementary school , class of 1954.  He lived on West 90th St. just half a block up from the school.  Along with other classmates, we played stickball together after school at Joan of Arc junior high after school (W. 92nd St.) on nice spring days.  Johnny had a great curve ball.  He was hard to hit.  He was a devoted NY Giants fan and his hero was pitcher Sal Maglie.  Oh how he loved Salvatar!  I know Johnny is in heaven right now, still doting on his childhood hero but this time without having to buy a ticket to the Polo Grounds and playing catch with Sal.  Rest In Peace old buddy, you are not forgotten.

A Match Made in Heaven
An older gentleman is inspired to open his home and heart to an aging cat on his ninth life.
by John Moylan
Match Made in Heaven
I sat down in front of the TV to watch the local news. That’s something I did like clockwork. It helped me feel like I was still a part of New York City.
You see, for 24 years I’d been the principal doorman for the famous Tavern on the Green restaurant in Central Park. I’d met movie stars, athletes, politicians and famous people of all sorts, as well as regular people who just wanted to treat themselves to a night on the town for a birthday or anniversary.
I loved greeting them all, sometimes shaking their hands, and always making sure they felt welcome.
Of course I did my job standing. When a leg injury forced me into early retirement, I fell into a more solitary routine, spending most days alone in my apartment.
Even after the leg recovered, and I could walk the neighborhood streets like I used to, I still felt a little bit cut off at times, a stranger in a town that once had loved me as much as I loved it.
The local news that night, however, was upsetting. Sixty-three kittens had been dumped at the door of the animal shelter in Mt. Vernon, New York. Days earlier, police had broken up a pit bull fighting ring. Kittens had been used to whet the dogs’ appetite for blood.
The reporter surmised that someone connected to the ring had felt a pang of remorse and taken the kittens to safety. But the shelter’s director, Paula Young, wondered how she could possibly take care of them all.
I said a prayer for all the animals involved, and a funny thought popped into my head: Call the shelter.
I could see he’d gone through the mill, but his spirit was still intact.
Paula filled me in on his story. He had come from the streets of Mt. Vernon, where he’d seen tough times.The cat’s story resonated with this 67-year-old native New Yorker who had grown up on the rough and tumble streets of the West Side........(an excerpt )

https://www.guideposts.org/friends-and-family/pets/cats/a-match-made-in-heaven.     One of John's lovely stories. 

A photo from when you were a young man and a loving cousin. Distance separates people but memories bring you close again. Rest in peace Cousin John 🙏

We loved your visits to us in Grand Avenue in the Bronx. Those beautifully ribboned cake boxes with a Strawberry Shortcake were the delight you brought to us as children. We loved playing with your hair and loved your mother Mary  and dad Tim.Fond memories of Your mother after her stroke, and all together trying to help her speak. You had your own great story, wrote stories and gave us all a warm feeling. Rest In Peace 🙏

OBITUARIO

John J Moylan

10 junio, 1940 – 11 abril, 2020

Chas. Peter Nagel Funeral Directors

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