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Christopher W. Meagher - NOTES FROM THE VIRTUAL WALL



                                                      04 Nov 2002

               Chris Meagher was a resident of Staten Island, New York.


               I was a friend of his, not a good friend but a kid from the neighborhood who
               regularly competed against him, back in the '60s, and I spent many an afternoon
               playing football with the Meagher brothers on the fields of Grant City, under the
               brow of the great hills, and Midland Beach, not far from the ocean.

               We lived in the sticks in those days. Nobody had very much. Staten Island was the
               Forgotten Borough, the Capital of Weeds, where, as befit a maritime province, the
               small streets were posted with the tiniest signs imaginable, and where there was
               any pavement at all, the sidewalks were the narrowest in the world.


               The Meaghers grew up in a working-class family; they stuck together and always
               played on the same side. And I sought them out because I looked forward to
               opposing them. They were very tough to beat.

               The Meagher brothers hit hard but they played clean ball and they never cheated.
               Chris wasn't big for a boy his age but he was very fast and built like a terrier: wiry,
               feisty and tough. He had a tremendous fighting spirit and played with a passion: full
               throttle, all out, take no prisoners.

               Whenever I visit Staten Island and pass his granite memorial at Midland Beach, I
               stop and take off my hat to him. He was an athlete. He was a sportsman. He was a
               friend. It pains me to recollect that I received a student deferment, went on to
               college and eventually became a writer, while Chris was drafted, went to Vietnam
               and died before he had a chance to live.

               May he rest in peace.

               Marc-Yves Tumin


                                                       5 Mar 2004

               Hi,

               It has been 35 years since he left all of us at home. If anyone knew him you'd know
               that he was the oldest of 11 bothers and sisters. In all this time I have had a lot of
               fear about what I'm going to ask so, here it goes ... If you or someone you know,
               might have met him in Vietnam I'd like to know. Also, some of my brothers and
               sisters might not want to know anything about it. So, if you are able to make
               contact please make it just to me.






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