Beverly, MA — Virginia Marie McNeil McNamara died July 3, 2014 at 89 years old. She was predeceased by her husband, Robert M. McNamara, a/k/a “Archie Bunker.” Her parents were Walter H. McNeil Sr. and Elizabeth Saunders McNeil.
Ginny leaves behind four children, daughter, Kathleen Marie McNamara Fortier, son-in-law, Gregory Fortier and granddaughter, Eliz and her partner, Jack Manderson and granddaughter, Vanessa Valdes, Jack’s children and grandchildren, Titus, Leanne, Tyrone, and Layla Manderson, and Nate, Thea and Tessa Manderson, and their mother, Melissa, Nate’s partner, Ailee, and son, Robert Walter McNamara and wife, Sopheap, grandchildren, Alexa Marie and Colin James and their mother, Cheryl Maglio McNamara and son, James Michael McNamara of Beverly, Mass.
Jimmy was wonderful, taking care of Ginny at night. She was able to stay home because of the loving care of Eileen and Jimmy.
Ginny’s surviving siblings are Mary McNeil Tyler and her husband, Ted of Framingham, Mass., and Walter H. McNeil Jr., who resides in Florida. She also leaves behind a very special niece, Joanne Moar and her son, Matthew Skeadas. Her sisters, Elizabeth Moar, Constance McMahon and Dorothy Coleman predeceased Ginny. There are many nieces and nephews in the clan.
Her lifelong friends include Peggy Nelson, Kathy Healey, neighbor, Diane Cloutier, and Barbara Trowt, who recently passed. Barbara may be the first to greet Ginny in the afterlife. Peanut, pictured above with Ginny, was also an adored, new family member.
Even though we called it “McNamara’s Madhouse,” Ginny always had an open home and open heart for anyone in need. She taught us the importance of saying “I love you,” and “Be good – but not too good, because that is boring.” She always encouraged us to be the best, to travel and to expand our minds.
When Ginny was 19 years old, during WWII, she went to San Francisco to be a telephone operator for “Ma Bell.” “It was a swinging town.” She was back in Beverly when the war ended and “the whole switchboard lit up” on V-Day. She also was a teacher at Pat Torrey’s kindergarten.