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James William Moran



 James was the only son of William and Bridget [Conway] Moran. He was born in Providence, Rhode Island at 44-46 Trenton Street on December 1, 1881. His father was a laborer, about fifty years old, and although Bridget's age is listed as thirty-two, she was really about thirty-seven at the time of James' birth. He was their third child. On December 6, 1881, he was taken to Saint Joseph's Church on Hope Street in Providence, and baptized by Rev. J. B. Nagle. Ann Hogan was his godmother.
William, James' father, died within a few years, and Bridget was left a widow with two small children. Records from his birth to the time he was twenty have not been located. James and his sister grew up in the Six Corners area of East Providence and attended school there. On the 1900 Census, he was working as a machinist.
On November 1, 1901, James and his bride Margaret Shattuck Taylor were married in the Pearl Street Baptist Church in Providence, RI by the Rev. John A. Hainer. Soon after they moved to North Attleboro. Bridget, his mother, and his sister Mary Ellen and her daughter also moved with them. James and Margaret were living at 55 Commonwealth Ave. in 1910. They had been married for eight years. James was twenty-eight and Margaret was twenty-six. Of their three children, only Margaret Elizabeth, age three and Everett J. about one and a half were living. Howard James who was born in 1908 had died. The family continued to live in the same area. Their family grew by three more children, Frederick, also known as John Francis, Jack's father, was born in 1912, Norman Howard was born in 1914, and Edith May was born in 1918.
James worked in the jewelry business for the greater part of his life. He had his own home based shop on Bullfinch Ave. in Attleboro Falls for a number of years. His sister and mother always lived nearby. Bridget died in 1913.
Unfortunately, James developed a problem with alcohol. When I used to ask my grandmother Margaret where he was, she would say, "He is in the hospital and very sick." Who knows what really happened, and it is not for us to judge. He was hospitalized for many years. He died on September 25, 1954. One month, almost to the day, Margaret died. They had spent so many years together, and apart. They sleep peacefully now, together, in Mount Hope Cemetery in Attleboro Falls, MA.