The Callans and McClarys, by John Edward Callan - Callanworld
The Callans and McClarys, by John Edward Callan - Callanworld
The Callans and McClarys, by John Edward Callan - Callanworld
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<strong>The</strong> <strong><strong>Callan</strong>s</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>McClarys</strong><br />
Chapter 13<br />
<strong>John</strong> F. <strong>Callan</strong> <strong>and</strong><br />
Margery Byrd<br />
In Rochester in the 1950s,<br />
most Catholic children went to allgirl<br />
or all-boy Catholic schools.<br />
Margery Helene Byrd <strong>and</strong> <strong>John</strong> F.<br />
“ Jack” <strong>Callan</strong>, Al <strong>Callan</strong>’s parents,<br />
were no different.<br />
Margery, born July 21, 1934,<br />
attended Mercy High School, <strong>and</strong><br />
Jack, born April 23, 1933, went to<br />
Aquinas Institute. Jack was 17 <strong>and</strong><br />
Margery 16 when they met at a<br />
surprise party thrown in 1950.<br />
“I had just broken up with<br />
the guy I was going with,” says<br />
Margery. “Mary Ann <strong>and</strong> <strong>John</strong>ny<br />
DiGenaro, my next door neighbors,<br />
said that they wanted me to<br />
go. <strong>The</strong>y said the guy throwing the<br />
party, named Bernie, wanted me<br />
to go. So they convinced me. So<br />
we got there, <strong>and</strong> unbeknownst to<br />
me, Bernie had invited another<br />
girl as his date. I met Jack <strong>and</strong> we<br />
danced. He asked to take me<br />
home.” Neither had a car, which<br />
meant they had to take a series of<br />
city buses.<br />
“Every one in the city then<br />
walked or rode buses,” Jack says.<br />
“Nobody had cars after World<br />
War II.”<br />
Margery continues: “We got<br />
out in Webster <strong>and</strong> that area, waiting<br />
for a bus, <strong>and</strong> just then Jack’s uncle<br />
Carl was driving <strong>by</strong>. Jack said, “Well,<br />
Carl can drive us home. Well, I<br />
wasn’t allowed in cars, so I had to go<br />
find a phone <strong>and</strong> call <strong>and</strong> ask my<br />
dad. He said, Yes.”<br />
That night Jack asked<br />
Margery out for a date two weeks<br />
later, but for some reason, he went<br />
to Cayuga Lake with his cousin Pat<br />
instead. He never called Margery<br />
back either.<br />
“About a month later, in<br />
July,” Margery says, “Aunt Kay<br />
<strong>and</strong> all of us went to a street dance,<br />
<strong>and</strong> Jack was there. He came over<br />
<strong>and</strong> asked me to dance. I said<br />
‘What happened?’ <strong>and</strong> he said ‘It<br />
was just a mixup,’ so we danced,<br />
<strong>and</strong> started going out from that day<br />
forward.<br />
“We’d go dancing three<br />
nights a week. Wednesdays in lots<br />
of places, then Friday night we<br />
would go to the collegiate club at<br />
the auditorium at Corpus Christi,<br />
<strong>and</strong> Saturday we would go to the<br />
~ 54 ~<br />
A photo booth picture from one of the first dates of Margery<br />
Byrd, 16, <strong>and</strong> <strong>John</strong> F. (Jack) <strong>Callan</strong>, 17. ca. 1950.<br />
Stardust Arena.<br />
“We always went on the bus,<br />
<strong>and</strong> my dad said I had to be in <strong>by</strong><br />
twelve o’clock <strong>and</strong> sometimes we<br />
would just barely make it. He<br />
worked late as a chef, so some<br />
nights he would be sitting there in<br />
the chair, watching the door when<br />
I came in. And God help me if I<br />
was late.”<br />
That first Christmas after<br />
Margery met Jack, her dad invited<br />
Jack <strong>and</strong> his parents George <strong>and</strong><br />
Gert over for Christmas eve. That<br />
is when she met them for the first<br />
time. At that time the Byrds were<br />
living in a house on a corner<br />
across from St. <strong>John</strong>’s Convent.<br />
That Christmas Eddie <strong>and</strong><br />
Cecilia had given Margery a set of<br />
Jack’s nickname in Korea was<br />
“<strong>The</strong> knife thrower.”<br />
lamps for her bedroom.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y were like<br />
hurricane lamps with<br />
red globes,” says<br />
Margery. “In those<br />
days if you had a red<br />
light in the window, it<br />
meant something else.<br />
One night her parent’s<br />
friends gave them “the<br />
business” about the<br />
red light shining in<br />
their daughter’s<br />
window. I didn’t<br />
underst<strong>and</strong> until years<br />
later why they took my<br />
lamps away.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> two dated for<br />
just a year before Jack<br />
enlisted in the U.S. Air<br />
Force at age 18, in July<br />
1951. He was immediately<br />
shipped off to the 5th Air<br />
Force in South Korea as a radio<br />
specialist in the Korean War,<br />
leaving Margery behind to spend<br />
her formerly wild weekends