Gerard Lally 1927-1998

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This page is dedicated to my father who died 28th July 1998 aged 70 years.

Known as Gerard or Gerry, he was born Gerarde Majella Lally on 8 September 1927 to Joseph, a Shipwright at John Brown's Ship Yard, and Catherine Lally (nee Kerr) at 20 Annfield Street, Glasgow.

He was educated at St. Roch's R.C. Primary and St. Mungo's Academy .

In 1945, aged 18, he joined the 4th Royal Tank Regiment serving as part of the British Army On the Rhine in Hamm.

On return to UK after National Service he took up employment as a joiner.

Gerard met Margaret Carroll when their families lived at 72 Crolin Crescent, Cranhill, Glasgow.

They were engaged on 13 February 1953 and on 25th September 1954 were married at St. Thomas' R.C. Church, Riddrie, Glasgow. Gerard and Margaret went on to have 10 children:

	Joseph - 8th August 1955
	Margaret - 29 August 1956
	Catherine - 31 May 1958
	Elizabeth - 28 November 1960
	Janet - 18 August 1963
	Andrew - 19 March 1965
	David - 26 July 1966
	Patricia - 9 February 1969
	Pauline - 28 December 1971
	Maureen - 4 September 1973

Here are some pictures of my Dad.

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Trooper Lally (1945) 4th Royal Tank Regiment	Dad with his friend John McPhelam	Dad (centre) with brother Joseph and his father Joseph snr. Rothesay 1954

On first date 1953. L to R:Ellen Brady, Mrs. Brady (neighbours) Dad, Mum.	Left to right:Austin Lally (uncle); John Fitzpatrick(friend); James (brother); Dad; Andrew Carroll (bride's father); Walter Quinn (friend); Pat Carroll (Bride's uncle)	Dad, Mum, and her Grandmother, Margaret Carroll (nee Lyons)

September 1954, St. Thomas' R.C. Church, Glagow	September 1954, St. Thomas' R.C. Church, Glagow	September 1954, St. Thomas' R.C. Church, Glagow

With great-granddaughter Amy	One of the many outfits Dad wore on the Strathkelvin Taxi Owners Association outing for disabled.	Dad and Maureen

When you are lonely and sick at heart,

Go to the friends we know

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,

Miss me - but let me go.