Born August 12, 1944 in Rockland, ME, he was the son of the late Judson LeRoy McMahon and the late Emma Ellen Young Dudley. He was a loving husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather and uncle; and will be sorely missed.
He attended Rockland District High School. He was a proud member of the U.S. Marines. He was employed at various jobs in Maine and California. His favorite was working as a Security Guard. In addition he was involved at the Congress Square Park where he enjoyed meeting people, and helping with activities at the park.
He is survived by his wife of 56 years Beatrice Francis (Moody) Dudley of Portland, ME; Daughter Emma Dudley, of Portland, ME; Son LeRoy Walter Dudley Jr., of Presque Isle, ME; Daughter Judy (Cliff) Kirera, of Manchester, NH; and Son Judson (Roxanne) Dudley, of Auburn, ME. In addition he is survived by sister-in-laws Doris J. Ingerson (wife of brother James) Dudley, Gevena E. Thurston (wife of brother Dennis); 13 grandchildren; 6 great grandchildren and many nieces and nephew. He was preceded in death by brothers and sisters and some of their wives and husbands Walter L. Dudley (Mary), James R, Dudley, Freeman Dudley (Lena), Henry O. Dudley (Joan), Ruth McMahon (George Bridges), Dennis McMahon, Dora McMahon (Carl Meline), Howard McMahon (Yvonne) ; two grandchildren; several nieces and nephew.
Relatives and friends are invited to attend a Memorial Service on Saturday, December 7, 2019, at 2 p.m. at 10 Congress Square Plaza, Portland ME.
Flowers and donations can be sent to:
Beatrice Dudley
10 Congress Square Plaza
Portland ME 04101.
The family would like to thank all their family and friends for your support in our time of sorrow.
A favorite poem of his follows:
Marines
You can have your Army Khakis,
You can have your Navy Blues,
I have another fighting man,
to introduce to you.
His uniform is different,
the finest ever seen,
the Germans call him Devil Dog.
His real name is Marine!
He was born on Parris Island,
the land that God forgot,
Were the sand is 18" deep,
the sun is blazing hot.
He gets up in the morning,
way before the sun,
he'll run a hundred miles or more,
before the sun goes down.
So listen to me Ladies,
to what I have to say,
Find yourself a tough Marine,
for each and every day.
He'll hug you and he'll kiss you
He'll never be untrue
There's nothing in the world
a Marine cannot do.
When I die and go to Heaven,
St Peter I will tell,
Another Marine reporting Sir!
I've spent my time in HELL!
And as I look around me,
Oh what will I see,
A Hundred Thousand more Marines,
standing next to me!
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