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Middleboro Kathleen T. McAleer, of Middleboro, died on March 9, 2008. She was 61 years old. Mrs. McAleer was retired from State Street Bank in Quincy. She lived in Quincy her entire life, up until four years ago when she moved to Middleboro. She was an active member of the Oakpoint Singles Club, where she served a term as Vice President. Mrs. McAleer enjoyed traveling in her retirement. She is the loving mother of Lisa Allen and her husband Scott of Kingston. Sister of James Baldwin of Quincy, and Ellen Anderson of GA. Beloved niece of Buddy and Betty Dolan of Quincy, and Nancy Cambria of Norwell. Close friend of Dennis and Joan Diauto of Braintree. She also leaves many close friends at Oakpoint in Middleboro, and her beloved cat Mr. Kitty.
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Alfred F. Johnson
I first heard the Baldwin name, not of Kathy but of her brother Jimmy, the NQ Football Hall of Famer, from a class a few years before ours. One of my uncles would tell me of his gridiron exploits when I visited my grandparents’ house over on Young Street when we lived down in Germantown (the McNally’s lived, classmate Don and his parents, across the street and classmate Gary DeCoste, and his mother and grandfather right next door then). Part way through seventh- grade we moved to Walnut Street, the street near the Duggan Brothers automobile dealership on Hancock Street, where Kathy grew up and I came of age.
Recently I mentioned in a remembrance of the late Ernie Menslage that there were five of us from the Class of 1964 who lived on that street then; Ernie along with his sister Elsie, our class secretary, Maureen (“Mo”) Fontaine, Kathy and me (my brother, Preston, should have been number six but he did not graduate). Quite a number for a small dead-end street. I used to walk pass Kathy’s house going to and from school at Atlantic and North every day (neither house is there now torn down to make way for the Newport Street By-Pass).
Naturally anybody, any guy anybody, okay, who looks at Kathy’s class picture here or saw her in person at Atlantic or North knows she was guys-falling-all-over-themselves-to-get-next-to-her- pretty and I was no exception at Atlantic. Why the heck do you think I was walking past her house every day? In the Atlantic days she would give me a wave of her hand if she was in the front yard or a smile at school. And I would give my wave and standard furtive glances (no, not a nod, that was between guys, guys who recognized each other’s guy-hood if there is such a term) But that was it, and at North I drifted away from thoughts of her moving on to, well, let’s leave it at moving on. My question now fifty years out is-with all the advances in technology and such why they haven’t solved the problem of unrequited teenage puppy love. RIP Kathy, RIP sister.