Tom O`Dea (Webmaster) 
Súaibhneas síorí dóibh uile, i measc na nangail.
Súaibhneas síorí dóibh uile, i measc na nangail.
Kay Josselyn O’Dea, 1937-2012 – from James E O’Dea (US).
My wife and best friend for 54 years died 3/3/2012 at our Panorama SNF with progressive dementia [2 strokes] and sudden ovarian adenocarcinoma. All family gathered. Jim O’Dea
Kay Josselyn O’Dea, 74, of Lacey, WA and formerly Portland, OR, recently passed away from ovarian cancer at the skilled nursing facility at Panorama in Lacey, which was her retirement community since 2004 following a major stroke in 2000.
In 1958 Kay met her future husband, James E. O’Dea. Sons James Andrew (1966), John Edward (1968), and daughter Elizabeth Kay (1973) were all born in Portland. John and his wife, Kim Ritterbush O’Dea, gave Kay and Jim three grandsons: Aiden, Ewan, and Liam.
Kay received two medals for her volunteer service with the US Army, including the Emma Marie Baird Award, and was invited to the White House twice as a representative of the Girl Scouts. The strength and closeness of her family is a wonderful testament to the woman she was and the legacy she leaves behind.
Danny O’Dea –
To play one of the audio tracks listed below please click on the track title.
The Battle of Dysert ODea – Narration by Danny ODea
Information on this tribute page (including the tracks from two of Danny’s CDs) supplied by Sue Baldwin-O’Dea.
FATHER’S DAY
I’ve got a Dad who’s Irish
He’s Irish to the core.
‘Tis a proud blood he’s given us
Who could ask for more?
My Dad has all the Irish traits
He’s jolly, handsome, and kind.
And when his temper goes raging
Somehow you don’t seem to mind.
For you know when the storm’s over
He’s sorry as he can be.
I must confess, he’s handed down
A wee bit of temper to me.
My Dad slings a wee bit of blarney
Our ancestors kissed the stone.
But what’s the good of being Irish
If you can’t let your stories roam?
My Dad was never too busy
To bounce me on his knee.
When I was a little tot
This was a luxury!
He never liked to discipline
He left all that to Mother.
But when we roused his dander up
We really ran for cover.
My Dad is just a regular guy
With faults like any other.
But if I had the world to choose from
I wouldn’t pick another.
So on this day I send my love.
And since it’s Irish that you be
I send an Irish greeting …
“Top o’ the morning to ye”
Rita O’Dea Schorr, June 15, 1941
