Daniel Meehan was born on September 6, 1878 in New York City to parents Daniel Meehan and Mary Tierney.

His father, Daniel, was 46 and a veteran of the American Civil War and his mother, Mary, was 38.

1900 AGE 21 Daniel Meehan married Mary Ann Campbell in Kings, New York, on July 31, 1900, when he was 21 years old.

They had eight children in 17 years.

  • 1900 son Timothy Anthony was born on September 8, 1900, in New York, New York.
  • 1902 daughter Annie was born in 1902 in New York.
  • 1903 son Joseph was born in 1903 in USA.
  • 1903 daughter Florence was born in 1903 in Brooklyn, New York and she passed away on 16 Oct 1904
  • 1905 son Daniel S. Meehan was born on August 25, 1905, in Brooklyn, New York.
  • 1907 daughter Mary was born in 1907 in USA.
  • 1916 daughter Helen was born in 1916 in New York.

1920 By 1920, Daniel Meehan, his wife Mary Ann Campbell, and their family were living at 504 Graham Avenue in Brooklyn, New York. Daniel himself doesn’t appear to have an income, but the household was not without earners. His brother-in-law worked as a teamster, and they took in a lodger employed at the Dye Works.  His daughter Anne had married Frank Perry – he is not listed on the 1920 census.  Their daughter Anne W Perri died at the age of 2 and a half years but they went on to have 3 more children.  It must have been a crowded, lively household, bound together by necessity and whatever hopes had brought them to Brooklyn in the first place.

1920 census

1936 His son Daniel S. Meehan  was shot in a gangland killing and passed away on June 7, 1936, at the age of 30.

Daniel Meehan died on January 28, 1941, in New York.  His address at the time was 267 Stagg Street, which has been demolished along with the adjoining houses and is now a school (I think).
Daniel died in Kings County Hospital at 8.08pm, his life cut short by cerebral thrombosis—what we now call a stroke—brought on by long-standing hypertensive cardiovascular disease.  It was not the result of an accident, but of pressure silently building over time, narrowing vessels and burdening the heart until the body could no longer keep pace.  At 62, he would still have been seen as a man in his prime by many, with more to give and years yet to live.  His death reminds us how often strength can falter beneath the surface, unseen, until the final moment comes.

By marie