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Michael Christopher Sullivan
Born ~ Sept. 13, 1952 - South Weymouth, Ma
Son of  :  Father  :  Sullivan / Ryan
              Mother :  Ribeiro / Egan

Michael Christopher Sullivan ~ born September 13, 1952 / 7:00-7:30 pm ~ in South Weymouth, Mass. The sixth child of Anne Mary ( Ribeiro ) Brooks born on June 13, 1924 in Somersville, Ma. and Edward Francis Sullivan born on November 10, 1921 in Dorchester, Mass. and deceased on July 28, 2006 in Florida. My Grandparents on my fathers side where John J Sullivan born in 1887 from Boston, Mass and Nellie Ryan born in 1888 from St. Johns, NewFoundland. Nellie migrated to Boston in 1910. John and Nellie where married in 1914 at the age of 27 and 26. John worked for the Railroad. John and Nellie had eight children ( John, William, Alfred, Richard, Edward, Paul, James, Mary )  On my mothers side was Juan (Ribeiro) Brooks ( Nov. 1, 1884 - May 18,1932 ) from the Azores and Alice Margaret Egan ( June 27, 1881 - Feb. 1,1957 ) from Roxbury, Mass. Juan ( Ribeiro ) Brooks and Alice Egan where married Sept. 4, 1920. John and Alice had one daughter my mother Anne Mary. My Great Grandmother on my mothers side was Mary Norton ( June 15, 1843 - 1926? ) born near Messina Spings New York. Mary married Thomas Egan born in 1825 in the village of Ballinasloe Co. Rosscommon, Ireland. On June 24, 1866 Mary and Tom where married at the House of the Angel Guardian Orpanage in Boston. Thomas and Mary Norton Egan had ten children ( John, Thomas, Catherine, Charles, Mary Anne, Hughgene Joseph, Anastasia, Alice Margaret, Helen, William Patrick ) My Great Great Grandparents on Mary's side where Michael Norton born in 1815 in Ireland and Bridget Dunning. Michael and Bridget settled near Messina Springs New York and Michael worked building the Hoosac Tunnel where he died. Bridget died shortly afterwards. Mary now an orphan moved to the Brighton area of Boston Mass with relatives living in the area.

My Innu Nannook Inuit of the north grandmother, 'Nellie Micmac Ryan' from St. John's, Newfoundland, married John Sullivan from Boston, Ma. and had 9 sons, one being my father Ed Sullivan who married Anne Brooks and had 10 children. Nellie's mother was Mary Jane Powers, and father Ryan from Ireland, had meet when he was working on her fathers estate as a caretaker. They fell in love and had a secret affair, as her father had promised her in marriage to the throne. The affair was discovered and she was forbade to see him again. On a dark gloomy moonlight evening he put a ladder to her mansion tower window. They escaped to Holland and wed as her father hired every able man in the continent to hunt them down and bring her home again. They boarded a very poor mans broken down freighter dream to the new world, to escape europe together, as party of a misfit crew who knew more about gardening than the sea. The stars the sun and the sea where with them as they just barely made it to the promised native lands of the new world of newfoundland, when a terrible dark gloomy sea storm set in closing down the sea from all merchants for months .. they lived among the native indian's and poor labor class for many years doing what was needed to keep themselves alive together and as a very cold winter set in, a miracle occurred while praying at a mount of land that became their farm and home for many generations of children.

In regards to my mothers father Juan "Brooks' Ribeira from the Azores, who married Alice Margaret Egan of Thomas Egan & Mary Norton having 10 children. Mary being of Michael Norton & Bridget 'Iroquoia' Dunning of Messina NY. My mothers fathers mother or great grandmother, "Jessie" (Jacinta?), maiden name Cabral, born on Santa Lucia Island in Azores, was one of 24 children. She married my great grandfather (? Ribeira ) who took her to his island, the main one, Sao Miguel. They had three boys, Joseph, Manuel and Juan, my grandfather. My great grandfather was a carpenter, and was known for his strength and hard work on the island. When he died around 1886, in a labor accident, my great grandmother Jessie with their three sons, immigrated to America, landing in Boston, Ma.

My grandfather Juan was born Nov. 1, 1884, on Sao Miquel Island, Azores. Therefore he was two years old when they immigrated to America. They settled in the Portuguese community of Cambridge, MA. Boston Immigration changed the family name to "Brooks", no record has been found yet of the original Azorian name. During WW1 my grandfather, now John Brooks, became a naturalized citizen, and joined the Army. He met my grandmother, Alice Margaret Egan, they married Sept.4, 1920. He died May 18, 1932, at age 47, at 148 Willis Ave. Medford, MA.. This was a month before my mother, Anne Marie Brooks, turned eight, ten days after her 1st Communion.

Many years ago, my mother met a nurse, who had family on Sao. Miguel Island, in the Azores. She asked how she could possibly find family historical records on that island. She was told, all birth, death and marriage records were at the only church on the island, but it had a major fire years ago, destroying most if not all of the records. The surname 'Ribeira' is prominent there, meaning small stream, so "Brooks" would relate to that. My mothers uncle Joe Brooks, married Julia Murphy in Somerville, Ma. They had four children, Joe, John, Helen and Margaret, who are all deceased now. Her uncle Manuel died quite young and never married.

My mothers cousins John and Joe both worked for Boston newspapers as editors. Her cousin, Helen was a teacher and Margaret was a Social Worker for Catholic Charities. My mother recalls a photo of my grandfather John Brooks with Babe Ruth on a train.

In the early two years from of my birth from 1952, I lived on 44 Great Republic Ave. in South Weymouth moving to 27 Hunter Terrace in May of 1955. The Sullivan family grew to 10 children and in the early years we lived together with Gramma Egan and her sister Aunt Catherine (Kitty) Egan ( Jan 6 1871 - Nov 14, 1962 ). I resided off and on at the family property for 27 years (1954-1991) endowed from my parents with an adjoining property residence at 37 Hunter Terrace for 14 years (1977-1991). I attended Nash School in S. Weymouth for 2 years (1958-1960) where my first girlfriend Bonnie Corrigan and I became engaged after a few months with a ring I got from my Gramma Egan, as she enjoyed communication with me and told me of many family legends in fable. The affair lasted till the second grade as Bonnie was kept back in the first grade, her very strict father refused her to see me again. Thou I could not see her I became the Corrigans early morning paperboy through the Paridise News Agency, S. Weymouth and I would see Bonnie most mornings as she quietly would meet me to get the early morning news, though she could not talk with fear her father would hear us. We became close friends drifting at sea within a barrior of time in different relationships.

I began attending Saint Francis Xavier Parochial School in S. Weymouth for grades 3 to 8 (1960-1966) mostly due to my rebelous behavior in the second grade. During these years of attending St Francis Xavier I was an altar boy and in the choir of the devout Roman Catholic church services. I dated numerous girls like Mary Ellen Dacey, Dawn Wilbur, Anne Duffy and Claire Laurendeau with numerous weekend bus trips to South Shore Plaza and Quincy with Timmy Foley. I started going steady in a steamy romantic relationship with a girl I met at the roller skating rink. She was a wild girl from North Weymouth named Louise Orillio. I was introduced to her by a girlfriend I played with at Wessagusetts beach named Barbie Bobbie (socks) Dewey. Louise and I drifted apart with deep emotional sadness due the desire and stress of wanting to see each other all the time and being such a long distance away for a pedal bike. Louise lived many miles away on the opposite end of a very large country seacoast town. Me in S Weymouth and her in N Weymouth. Little did I know about who I really loved then, until my senior year of high school when I had to say goodbye to Bobbie (socks) Dewey on the eve of her marrying an older rich guy. We learned to swim together as we played together every summer at Wesagusset beach with my very popular four older sisters guiding us.

Upon graduation from St Francis Xavier in the 8th grade. I had started working fairly regular washing dishes at Hugo's Lighthouse at this time. I got the job during the summer of "66" thru Charlie Turnesa, who I worked for his dad and family many years cleaning his fathers racing pigent coop and salvage business. Charlie's dad had a barber shop at Stetson Shoe Joe's conner. I then began attending puplic school again at Central Junior High School East Weymouth, Mass for the 9th grade (1966-1967). There I involved with many different girls until I dated Sandra Gullicksen having affairs with her thruout high school years. I attended the Weymouth Annex for the 10th grade (1967-1968) and dated numerous girls in attending dances and in the summer after the 10th grade I met Joan Ellen Fistoria at the Weymouth Fair who became my nantasket beach surfer buddy and we attended dances at St francis Xavier. I was at this time working nights and weekends washing dishes at Tony's Spa, S. Weymouth. In my 11th and 12th years of high school I attended Weymouth High School (1968-1970) graduating from the college course in June of 1970. Also in the summer of 1968 while I was attending a holliday retreat at Hampton Beach, New Hampshire with the St Francis Xavier CYO. I began an intimate romantic affair with Carol Hartry leading to going steady and involving with her family during glorious days like the landing of Apollo on the moon. This serious love affair with intention of marriage after high school lasted till the autumn of my senior year when we both with misconstrued jeolousy in regards to me working regularly at Tony's Spa & Village Steak House as a chef and Carols gymnastic associations dinner parties. When Carol had an important swim meet at S Shore Country club that I vowed to attend and was rescheduled, which was in cause of her not being able to go on a double date with her best friend Bunny and  Jeff 'Mustang' Curtis. Jeff and I planned to go surfing on Cape Cod, the last weekend of the summer and I arranged the Nauset beach surfing double date with Carols best friend Bunny. When Carol could not go at the last moment, Bunny broke the date and Jeff was very upset. It was decided we both would go surfing for the day and come home that evening to go to Cariol's swim meet. At Nauset beach Jeff & i meet up with Mary Anne Merton & Barbie Mell .. who Jeff adored. Mert and I had known each other very well for many years from the Great Pond days, we had a brief kissing affair when very young after meeting at the Abington Drive In with her older sister and friends. They both where staying on the cape at Barbie's cottage and invited us to a private barbiecue for dinner. Jeff convinced me to go and then we would quickly leave and get home in time for Carols swim meet .. Many beers latter, he convinved me to stay the night on the cape at their cottage, as he did not want to lose his opportunity to team up with Barbara Mell .. I tried to call Carol but the phone wasn't working and as the sun was setting, Jeff got us really stoned and  Mert and I went for a walk on the beach, with her beach blanket, to her favorite solitude spot of meditation in a beautiful sand lagoon to watch the sunset. The dark side of trauma seems to block most of the memory of the evening, but  In the morning we both heard Jeff & Barbie calling out for us, and they said they had been looking for us all evening. Barbie & Carol where both on the Weymouth State Championship Gymnastics team together. By the time Jeff & i got home to Weymouth, Carol knew everything about Mert & I spending the evening on the beach.  With great sadness and deep emotional traumatic feelings, Carol & I separated in the garden court yard of Weymouth High School my senior year .. we parted in a love vow, always to be best of friends feeling we could work it all out latter on in time, and it was the best for both of us now, who had gone to far and fell madly in love and could not live without each other. Carol & I is a long romantic story of its own, from her attending my alter boy masses at a very early age to CYO dances and resort outing of a moonlight romantic Hampton Beach affair in the '67' summer of love. Their was not a day gone by, from the '67' summer of love that we did not playful kiss hug and talk giggle with her. We watched the Apollo landing on moon together with her parents after a wonderful dinner of wine and family talk about all our beautiful plans together, whereby we planned my future in the new age of computers and high tech. 

After our struggling separation with the help of friends I began dating again attending many dances and falling lost in love with many girls as friends like Debra, Donna, Claire, Gigi, Heather, Carol, Toni, Janis, Joanne, Nancy, Cheryl, Jodyne, Jan, Barbara, Joan, Maureen, Patty, Judith, Claudia, Susan, Gail, Ellen, Bev, Diane, Catherine, Ruth, Linda. I started a very quiet affair with Bonnie Corrigan who was riding to school with Mary Jane Foley and me in the red dodge dart convertible I inherited from my brother Tony when he enlisted in the navy. Everything was extremely spiritual beautiful as Bonnie went on to capture the individual title at the state meet with an undefeated weymouth gymnastics team. That day Bonnie won a trip to Springfield College where she became an All American in 1972 like her sister Patti in 1969 and Hall of Fame1964 Olympian Kathy. Yet in the joy of Bonnie getting the highest score in Weymouth history we both ran and cuddled each other in deep quiet solitude as an uncontrolable wild crowd was screaming with excitement. Her unattended coach Mrs Kirby who was very close to her father Jim became infuriated knowing Bonnie was not allowed to see me due to what had happened in our first grade affair. Her dad found out even thou I paid off his high school janitor friend who had caught us numerous times sneaking into class. Her dad became extremely infuriated to a point he tried to beat information out of her and tied her up, she did not tell him anything but was not allowed to go anywhere. She became avasive and would sneak to see me and then I found bruises on her, she first told me she fell at practice and finally told me the truth and pleaded with me not to confront her father on it. Thou I promised her I could not control myself and confronted him on his behavior to discovered him in an emotional breakdown. I now truely understood his fatherly passion and family plans therefore we reached a peaceful agreement much to my extreme emotional saddness, I would leave Bonnie alone until she was on her own if he would never ever hurt her in anyway again. Years latter Bonnie came home from college on her way to becoming a nurse, she was going steady with a prominent midwest gymnast now and she told me her father had never been angry at her since the days we where last together.

I started dating Sandy Gullicksen again senior year as we had dated causually since Central Junior High ninth grade and I recall double dating at Central one evening with Kathy Dempsey and Bruce Gilbert wherby Kathy and I where concerned over our spontaneous youthful playful nature together neglecting Sandy and Bruce, Sandy's mother took a strong liking to me and her father not as much, we where very playful and in the autumn of our senior year Sandy took me to her sacred hideaway on Emerys mountain where we extended exhilarating tender sensual passions of each other. In playful nature we had plans to buy the old Emery mansion as our future fairytale dream come true home as Mr Emery knew Sandy well with great respect. In the winter for some unknown reason of body chemistry and miscontrued gossip from friends I became very attracted to Heather Harribine dating her off and on causually with wild passion and feeling very strong about us. But Heather being with the Boston ballad at this time with very strict mother felt I was stimulating our sensual intimacy to soon to fast and she couldn't think for high school graduation exams anymore, therefore we cooled it though I loved her playful very childish feminent innocence very much. Prior to graduation from high school on June 6, 1970 I attended the Senior Prom with an old friend of mine from our Columbia Square gang at Stella Tirrell Park, S. Weymouth. She was Debra DeCoste who I dated prior to the prom. Debi was two years younger than I and was a wild radient beauty of every mans desire. I double dated to the prom with two friends Peter Haney and Gail Sweeney. Debra looked to be Prom Queen with all eyes on her. It was a wonderful evening.

Upon graduation from High School on June 6, 1970 I immediatly began attending college in Boston. I had been excepted after rigious exams with excellent math scores to a new special school created by MIT, North Eastern University and Drake School of Business. My course of study was Systems Analysis in special reference to the new computer age. I began commuting the 20 miles to Boston everyday with Nancy Callahan a fellow Weymoth High graduate who was attending a Boston medical secretarial school. I was also working nights at Village Steak House. The commute lasted a few months and then I moved into a Faterity Commune with fellow Drake classmates on Revere Street, Beacon Hill, Boston. I began working evenings at New England Merchants Bank on the 40th floor in the credit dept gaining an over 100% work efficience profile. I was elected Treasury of Drake School of Business in my junior and senior year and took courses of study with no summer breaks. Jeff Snow was the President, Paul Bonner was the Vice President and Paul PJ Busey was the Secretary. Paul Julian was the President our junior year with Joanne Smith the Secretary. I was dating a very beautiful girl Cindy Brewer from Lynnfield, Mass who Joanne introduced me to. Cindy and I where having a difficult time seeing each other as much as we wanted to due to her still being in high school. In some course of my loneness out of nowhere I met a very beautiful older woman at a party. Her name was Jan Badger from Rockland Mass. She was 23 years old at the time being a new age beauty consultant her beauty overwhelmed everyone. Jan and I moved in together on Beacon Hill. Together we had a very wild, joyfull, passionate, sensual, intimate, enduring relationship with plans of marriage and Jan being pregnant. All was a dream come true until we both attended a wild party of a fellow faternity buddy Paul Bonner. At this party Jan found me kissing an old Weymouth friend Debra Robie in a closet. Debi was living in Boston attending college at Mass General to become a nurse and Jan and I would see her just about everyday. Anyway this began the demise of our relationship, both of us going back and forth together with great emotional suffering. Around this same time I was drafted with number 97 in the Nixon Lottery inregards to the Viet Nam War. I was the the only one drafted out of of 100's of the old Weymouth gang. Jan wanted to move to Cape Cod but I began working at General Dynamics Shipyard, Quincy, Mass. I was waiting for my calling along with beginning proceedings of enlistment and graduation from Drake School of Business with a System Analysis Degree. Around this time I was invited to attend Medfield State with a common keen interest of becoming a Doctor of Psychology. After my brief stay at Medfield State I was given a job at South Shore Hospital as the evening Housekeeping Supervisor. I worked there for awhile before departing for Air Force boot camp in San Antonio, Texas in full filling my military duty.

In the Air Force I was selected after bootcamp for the special forces, Angels of Mercy, Jolly Green Giants as a supply specialist. I had a wonderful time in the military thou the Viet Nam War was raging on, nothing seemed to bother me being emotional drained after Jan and I faded away. I met and started dating a wonderful woman named Jill Gardner also in the Air Force. Jill was from the mid west and was a very famous swimming champion destined for the olympics. Jill let it all go in order to enlisted in the Air force with her true mission in life to bring home the POWS. I vowed with all my love to work with her on this common mission as this was also the mission of the Jolly Green Giants. Near the end of the Viet Nam War I was stationed on Davis Monthan Air Force Base in Tucson, Arizona. This is a MAC, SAC TAC base and I was working at the SAC supply depot and also attending classes at the University of Arizona. I also had a place off base with friends in a rock and roll band and was given permission by the Tucson local Tribal Chief complete access to the Indian reservations, where I rode my 1975 Harley Davidson Super Glide often romancing my beautiful Indian maiden. At this residence off base with friends I received news of the ending of the Viet Nam War and and upon returning to the base my Chief informed me the war is over and I could go home. This was welcome news as I had not taken one leave of absence since my original enlistment and after receiving my Honorable Discharge from the Air Force I finished my astronomy courses of study at the University of Arizona and departed Tucson on my Harley Davidson for my long awaited vacation road trip back to New England thru the dessert over the rocky mountains to the fertile valley home to Massachusetts. (May of 1975).