Paul will be my little brother always. He was next to last child of nine. (Three passed away as babies.) Paul was in the newspaper headlines the day he was born. Not many people are that famous! Our Mom took home from the hospital the wrong boy. Somehow the babies had been switched. When the error was discovered the "real" Paul was delivered to our house. Thence, Paul was given the nickname "Murph" or "Murphy" from the other child's last name. Paul even looked like an Irishman. From the time Paul oould walk, that little curly blond hair boy had already become the neighborhood favorite. Paul was only 2 yrs old when our Dad passed away, and 12 when our Mom died. Our Mom had remarried when Paul was 6 yrs old, and he loved our step-dad. Rex and I played a large part in raising my siblings. So there has always been a real closeness between all of us. Paul started working at 9 yrs old. He, with his little red wagon, delivered orders for Reiners, a grocery store. As Paul grew older, Mr. Reiner bught him a bike with a large basket in the front for carrying the groceries. Paul might have been the smallest, but he was one of the strongest and toughest of the neighborhood boys, including his older brothers. If any kids ever gave his brothers a hard time, they got Paul to go after them. He had great strength in his hands. He started car painting when he got out of school. First place he worked, was "Charlie Irish Chevrolet". He went onto "Chesapeake Cadillac" and spent many years there, until he decided to get his own shop. Paul was well'known in the Baltimore district as the best car painter in town! Paul met his lovely wife, Peggy. They had four wonderful children, three girls and a son. Sadly they separated for several years, but were always in touch through the love of their children. Even though I lived in California, I will still miss my brother, Paul. We kept in touch and alwsys got together when we visited Baltimore. And, he visited us a few times. Rex and I love and miss you Paul. Love Janice and Rex
