Joseph A. Mulloney, Jr.

May 12, 1936July 4, 2018
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On July 4, 2018 Joseph Arthur Mulloney, Jr. Beloved Husband of Judith A. Mulloney (nee Kelly) and Devoted Father of Kevin Patrick Mulloney and his Wife Carolyn, Kerry Patricia O’Kelly and her Husband Peter, Christopher Andrew Mulloney and his Wife Stacey, and Caitlin Marie Moroney and her Husband Simon, Michael Matthew Mulloney and Brian Fisher Mulloney.. Loving Grandfather of Erin, Stephen and Katherine O’Kelly, Cormac and Keelin Moroney, and Fiona and Mairi Mulloney.

Family will receive friends at the Lemmon Funeral Home of Dulaney Valley, Inc. 10 West Padonia Road Timonium, Maryland 21093 on Friday, July 27, 2018 from 2:00pm to 4:00pm and 6:00pm to 8:00pm. A Memorial Mass will be celebrated at St. Joseph’s Church 100 Church Lane, Cockeysville, Maryland 21030 on Saturday July 28, 2018 at 11:00am.

Inurnment in St. Joseph’s Church Cemetery.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made to the Chesapeake Bay Foundation in memory of Joseph A. Mulloney, Jr. The website for this is:


  • Joseph Arthur Mulloney Sr., Father
  • Mary Margaret Howley, Mother
  • Judith A. Mulloney, Wife
  • Kevin Patrick Mulloney, Son
  • Carolyn Mulloney, Daughter-in-law
  • Kerry Patricia O'Kelly, Daughter
  • Peter O'Kelly, Son-in-law
  • Christopher Andrew Mulloney, Son
  • Stacey Mulloney, Daughter-in-law
  • Caitlin Marie Moroney, Daughter
  • Simon Moroney, Son-in-law
  • Michael Matthew Mulloney, Son
  • Brian Fisher Mulloney, Son
  • He is the loving grandfather of Erin, Stephen and Katherine O'Kelly, Cormack and Keelin Moroney, and Fiona and Mairi Mulloney.


  • Visitation Friday, July 27, 2018
  • Visitation Friday, July 27, 2018
  • Funeral Service Saturday, July 28, 2018
  • Graveside Service Saturday, July 28, 2018

Joseph A. Mulloney, Jr.

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Katy Villa

July 8, 2018

Kerry and family, sharing our condolences on the passing of your father. Our thoughts and prayers are with you. -Katy & Pete Villa



Joseph Arthur Mulloney, Jr. was born on May 12, 1936 to Joseph Arthur, Sr. and Mary Margaret.

He was the beloved husband of Judith A. Mulloney (nee Kelly) and devoted Father of Kevin Patrick Mulloney and his wife Carolyn, Kerry Patricia O’Kelly and her husband Peter, Christopher Andrew Mulloney and his wife Stacey, and Caitlin Marie Moroney and her husband Simon, Michael Matthew Mulloney and Brian Fisher Mulloney. Loving grandfather of Erin, Stephen and Katherine O’Kelly, Cormac and Keelin Moroney, and Fiona and Mairi Mulloney.

He is inurned in St. Joseph’s Church Cemetery.

Kevin's Eulogy

July 28, 2018

Thank you all for coming. I am joined here by my brothers and sisters, Kerry, Christopher, Caitlin, Michael, and Brian.

As some of you have read in the wonderful obituary in the Baltimore Sun and the Towson Times,
our father, friend, and husband, Joseph Arthur Mulloney Jr., was born in 1936 in Boston and raised in Roslindale, a suburb of the city. His father was a commercial artist and his mother Mary was a bookkeeper. As such, he was not wealthy growing up. Through hard work, he got a scholarship to the prestigious Boston Latin School and graduated from there in 1954. He obtained a bachelor’s degree in 1958 from MIT and a master’s degree in business in 1967 from Washington University in St. Louis.

In 1960, he joined Falstaff Brewing Co. in St. Louis as a chemist, then was promoted to brew master, which as our mother says, was ”a position he thoroughly enjoyed”. He was so good that he could take a taste of beer and tell where it was brewed and what plant it came from, he could even tell which brew master had made the batch. And he could do this with different brands. He went on to management and executive positions at Falstaff, but left in 1968 when he was named vice president of VIP Systems, a Washington DC high-tech startup that had been founded by his sister, Joan Van Horn. This was a leading-edge data processing company that was in direct competition with IBM for decades, first in the marketplace, then in the courts.
He returned to the brewing industry in 1971 as manager of Carling’s landmark brewery at Interstate-695 in Halethorpe.

Through his experience in the brewing industry he came to his true passion: alternative and renewable energy systems. He became an expert on all forms: coal, gas, oil, solar, geothermal, wind, electrical, fuel cell technology, and so on, but he focused on co-generation stations that produce electrical and thermal energy from the same fuel source.

This went hand-in-hand with his knowledge of environmental issues and green building technology.

He founded two entrepreneurial ventures to manufacture fuel grade ethanol: American Solarhol Corp. in 1975, and Chesapeake Ethanol in 2005.

In 1979, he negotiated for the acquisition of the old Natty Boh brewery on Dillon Street in Highlandtown. His idea was to produce ethanol which would be combined with gasoline as a fuel for vehicles. Even though government cutbacks derailed this forward-thinking project, he went on to obtain three Energy Engineering certifications, and consult on over 200 energy and ecological projects around the world. In this capacity he became well travelled, working in 49 States, the Caribbean, Europe, Egypt, China, and the Seychelles.

He was author or co-author of over 50 publications in this field. Once during an interview he was being quizzed on his knowledge of one of the primers for alternative energy. He decided to speed up the interview. He told the interviewer to flip to page 63. That was Dad’s own contribution to the book. The interview moved directly to the next phase.

He had a love of exploration both intellectual and geographical.

I think this was a lifelong endeavor. When he talked about his childhood, he would often mention how much he enjoyed spending days exploring the 281 acres of the Arnold Arboretum which was close to his home in Roslindale.

A fan of history and learning in general, Dad always scheduled an extra day of exploration when traveling for business; he was interested in foods, cultures and perspectives of different people. He always came back with some cool stories and put together some slide show presentations that actually kept your attention!

As we were growing up, he was always reading or tinkering. He was always ready to explain why he had the washing machine or dishwasher or car spread across the floor and how it was going to go back together. He used his activities around the house as learning opportunities for us kids.

However I am sad to say there was a downside to his love of exploration. Namely, shortcuts. Most – maybe all - family road trips were subjected to his shortcuts. Despite his assurances otherwise, these shortcuts were rarely shorter. They were even longer when the Phantom of the Rogue River left us hanging out the windows gasping for air.

He was Intelligent. I don’t know if his IQ was ever measured, he wasn’t the kind of guy that would mention it if it had, but if we were told that it was in the genius range, I would not hesitate to believe it. I once challenged him, when he working on one of his projects, to estimate in his head the conversion of high volumes of cubic yardage and barrels from metric to US measurements. His calculations were spot on. He kind of shrugged it off. And then there was the time when he was a corporal in the army. On a whim he took an officer candidate test. He got the highest math score they had ever seen at that base.

He was caring and he demonstrated that in so many ways. When he was 50 he and our mother didn’t hesitate to welcome a baby into their home.
After his sister Joan fell ill, he took on the oversight for her care for decades until her death last year.
He always had good advice for us and encouraged us to pursue our goals. He continued that with Kerry’s children as they got older. He always gave a needed larger perspective.

He would remember conversations, however brief or in depth, and send articles, feedback, or further information, sometimes much later on. One of his ways of saying "I’m thinking about you".

Of course there was the time when one of his daughters was a sixteen-year-old with a brand new driver’s license. And as such broke several rules by taking the car to parts unknown past her curfew. So there she was stranded 10 feet from a gas station without any money at 2:00 AM. Having exhausted all normal means of help – cell phones had not been invented, which gives you a clue as to which daughter it was – she was sitting on the hood of the car contemplating her next move and how much trouble she would be in, when who should come tooling down the road in his Monza but Dad! How he knew where to go was just one of those things about him.

I remember the time, not that long ago, when he just showed up at my house one day. We sat down and had a short talk. That conversation changed the course of my life, and without it I would not have turned down the road that led me to my wonderful wife and children. He recognized what I didn’t at the time, that I was at a cross roads, and that a gentle directing nudge was in order.

Dad was a private man and a quiet man. He had a sign over his desk that said, ‘Never miss an opportunity to be silent,’” and he took an observe first, then talk, approach. But that did not prevent him from enjoying get-togethers and parties with friends, family and strangers alike.
He had a dry sense of humor and quick wit; he was throwing one- liners out there until his final days.
He liked – really liked - a good party. I think he was delighted that he landed among other like-minded families on Sandringham Road.
But I think he was happiest sitting at the kitchen table in discussing any variety of subjects late into the night.
He was always welcoming to our friends, even as teenagers.

I was amazed that I could walk into any bar with him and they would say “Hey, Joe’s here!”

As mentioned earlier, he loved zymurgy, the art of brewing beer. Even after he left the brewing industry, he would brew his own beer at home. But already knowing the process to the nth degree, he liked to experiment. Even he would tell you, not usually with great success. There was nothing like coming into the house after mowing the lawn on a hot summer day, and taking a swig out of a nice cool bottle of Coke only to chokingly realize the contents had been replaced with a batch of sour home brew. He would sometimes give a sample to my sister’s prospective boyfriends just so he could gauge them by their reaction. But in those cases he was just confirming what he already knew – he was an excellent judge of character, especially when it came to boyfriends!

You can’t really talk about Dad without Mom. He married Judith Kelly at St. Columbkille’s Church, Brighton, Mass. on December 30, 1961. They were married for 57 years, and raised six children.

I remember coming to the realization – and I’ve heard my siblings mention the same thing –that we were very fortunate indeed to have such wonderful parents. Then there was a similar realization that I actually liked our parents and was happy to hang out with them, in private or in public.

As our family prepared for the end we gained a clearer picture of Dad’s incredible depth and activity. There is so much more to him, from his tenure as Director of the MIT Enterprise Forum, his involvement with Boy Scout activities, his support for environmental causes, to his masochistic pleasure in doing his own taxes and parrying with the IRS, and beyond. I stand amazed at how much he did, and how well he did it.

To conclude, it was noted earlier that he really liked a good party. He wanted to be sure that we had a good party after his funeral – so everyone is welcome back to the house afterwards to share your own stories!