Terence T. O'Hanlon

I’m grateful for the memories of Nya visiting with her great grandfather. We are lucky she was able to have those opportunities. I also have many fond memories of our family gatherings from over the years and throughout my childhood.

I thank God for the gift my eldest brother, Terence, was to me when I was growing up. I remember one time when I was very little, I was sitting outside after having my hair washed. He came along and patted me on the head and I think I recall him saying, ‘It’s like a ball of silk’! Needless to say, my hair has gone through a lot of changes since then!
I enjoyed the many visits when I spent time with Terence and Carmel over the years and, thank God, for their seventy years of married life together and the wonderful family they have raised.
Rest in God’s love and peace, dear Terence.

With deepest sympathies, so many lovely memories of Terry. Thinking of you all.

Dear Carmel,
I was so sorry to hear of Terry’s passing – Ronnie rang us last night. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
I have very fond memories of the time when you and Terry lived in Howth. Terry would always call into our mother on a Sunday morning on his way to the last Mass for a cup of tea and a smoke! Mam would be trying to hurry him up in case he would be late for Mass. Terry travelled to work from the Hill of Howth where he had built a lovely home – “Windy Arbour”. Mam and I would babysit for you. The next day Terry would still be having his cup of tea and we would have to run out and ask the tram driver to wait for him.
So many wonderful memories of a different era.
May he rest in peace.
Love Olive & Eddie

I love my Granddad. He was everything a grandfather is suppose to be: seasoned, wise, strong, mirthful, gentle, and loving.
He was a brave leader for our family who achieved the American Dream through tireless hard work, unwavering faith in God, and dedication to his family. He was humble, though. His source of pride was his family – not accomplishment.
Most of all when I think of my Granddad, I think of how in love he was with my Gran. Out of their love, three generations of children have grown.
When asked to share a story or memory of my Granddad, I mostly remember the way he made me feel loved, important, remembered and cherished. I will always fondly hold the memories of sitting in my grandparent’s living room, flipping through photos, trying to memorize every detail of the two of them and the moment, while chatting about Ireland, about family history, about family news, about politics, and about how my life was going. I will never stop missing my Granddad.

You are my dads first cousin and when my sister and I visited from Ireland many years ago I only met you then and though only that one time you made an impression a lovely warm and welcoming gentleman I am sad to hear of your passing sending love and condolences to all your family X

Although I helped Dad with many projects over the years one that always comes to mind is one of the first I can remember, squeezing in and getting under his feet to get in where the action was and we all probably helped with it too. We put wrinkled wax paper in milk cartons that would create a texture and Dad mixed up plaster mixed with red dye and poured it in the molds to make thin bricks, after they set they were lightly rubbed with some dark stain to give them depth and sealed with I guess shellac or maybe polyurethane to create a beautiful accent surround for the wall oven. For many years when at kitchen table I always sat so I faced that wall and admired what we all had done, I was sad many years later when it came time for another home remodel project and the bricks were carefully removed in the event they could be repurposed for another cause. I realize now as a young child doing that simple project with Dad must have started the process of doing things from start to finish which can leave you with a nice sense of accomplishment and I truly appreciate that he involved me in so many of the projects he was working on whether for a client or something personal. I will truly miss that invitation call that usually went something like this; “When you have a spare minute or two I’d like you to look at something with me”, big or small easy or hard we always enjoyed the conversation and working together.