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The Life of Matthew Joseph Anthony Daly
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Matthew Joseph Anthony Daly was born on the 21st of October 1969 in Cooma Hospital, New South Wales, Australia, the firstborn son and child of Cyril Aloysius Daly and Mary Philomena Daly nee Baker. He lived in Jindabyne in his very youth, but the family moved to Berridale when he was very young. Matthew soon had Brigid, then me, then Jacinta then Greg as his siblings. Matthew would watch TV at the Berridale home like all of us, and he was obviously a fan of Dr Who, as that was popular with him throughout his life. Dr Who used to show on the ABC on weeday nights, and Matt probably watched it a lot in Berridale years, as he would have done in Cooma years. Matt’s first school was actually the Berridale public school, but soon enough he was going on the bus to St Pats in Cooma. He picked up the nickname of ‘Slagger’ for spitting on the bus window once, and it was used about him a little bit in school years. Later on he was called ‘Wal’ by his schoolmates, and I think it was because he looked like the Queensland Rugby League player Wally Lewis. Matthew shared a room with me in Berridale, which was a large room, which I think all 3 Berridale rooms were. I recall he was involved with the cubs I think (the junior boyscouts) but only for a while. In Cooma years he soon enough had a room at the back of 6 Bradley Street which had been built specifically for him, and I recall he had a black and white TV which he had been given, which he would watch. Aunt Molly stayed in that room once, who visited us from time to time over the years. Matt would play cricket with me and Greg in the back yard, and also with the Collins across the road. We unfairly said he was a chucker, when in reality it was just the way his arm had a bend in it when he bowled. He was never really a chucker – he would play by the rules. Just his bowling action. Matt had a tiger blanket, which is in my room here as I type this, and he would have that on his bed for years. It goes back to Cooma years I’m pretty sure. Matt would never let anything go. He’d keep receipts for everything he bought, and he’d keep them forever. When he died in 2013 he still had all his receipts, and I commented this to mum and we had a laugh about it. Matt actually died of a brain bleed – a cerebral haemmorage. Mum found him, and we had been wondering where he had been all day, as the door to his room was locked. When I looked in through the window I couldn’t actually see him, but later mum fiddled with the lock and got it open, and found Matt lying naked and dead on the floor in front of his computer. Poor Matt. The funeral was at Holy Family church in Gowrie, and I was in attendance, as was his family. Trish Kirby, a family friend, did his eulogy, as she had done so for dad. Matthew collected stamps and coins, and when he died he had a stamp album, but many coin albums, which I luckily inherited. Also a number of books on coins as well as books on Electrical circuitry. He studied that at the Canberra Institute of Technology, but didn’t manage to get any substantial work in the field. In Cooma years Matthew, like myself, was not terribly popular in school. But he got through those difficult years in one piece in the end. He did the Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour dreamcoat with me also, and both of us were Pharaohs guards, either in 1985 or 1986 or possibly 1987 because I do remember he repeated year 5 I think it was. Matthew owned games like Rummy Royal and Mah Jone and Warhammer things, as well as two of the Dungeons and Dragons Basic Sets 1 and 2. He’d read a lot of similar fantasy books that me and Greg would read, like J R R Tolkien’s works and David Eddings also. He was a fan of the Blakes 7 science fiction series, and had the entire series on video cassette. I think we still have that set. He was also a bit of a fan of things Japanese, some anime and Karate, which had a white belt and yellow belt in I think, and maybe another one but I don’t know for sure. He studied Karate at the local Karate centre in Fadden Pines, which was the Macarthur Boy Scouts hall, just down the road from here a bit. Matt never had much permanent employment, but did do cleaning in Perth for a bit at a school, and in the final year or so he was permanently employed at Big W, and I felt sorry for him, as he had never had much luck with permanent jobs, but when he died he had settled into something which probably was going to be permanent, and his life had turned around a lot. Just unlucky that it was at the end of his life. Ironic. But he was gainfully employed when he perished, and he never really shirked a job if it was offered to him – he just never really got terribly lucky with employment. He wasn’t lazy, just a little difficult to get along with. Michael, my sister in law Christies Aunties husband, called him ‘Professor’ because he knew everything. He didn’t really, but he did know quite a bit, and was happy enough to share all his information. Matthew went to church nearly every Sunday of his life, right till the end. He was a believer in Catholicism, in some way, shape or form, not exactly the most spiritual of people, but he was definitely one of the faithful. That was a strength in Matt, and reflects the ‘Daly’ motto of Fidelity to God and King in all truthfulness. Matt was the kind of fellow who sort of ran with societal norms a bit. He did what was expected of him somewhat, and would follow normal enough societal ideas. It didn’t mean he tried to do everything with his life – he was mostly content enough in his room leading a quiet life – but he did things in a formal enough way, even though he was definitely a candidate for grouch of the year on many occasions. Greg can be a little bit surly at times, but Matt is grouchy. Me – I’m lovely, but very sarcastic. Matt played some cricket in his time, and a bit of Australian Rules Football in school years. He was not really a sporting champion, but he didn’t back off from getting involved with things. He’d attend Mah Jong events at the Yamba Southern Cross club in Woden were he would play the game, and he visited the Southern Cross Club, and was a member, with the family and likely on his own on many occasions. Probably the kind of place he was comfortable with. He had a friend called Todd Ballanden (or something like that) in Cooma years, but mostly stuck with family friends in latter years, and was close to Gerard Bryant, a faithful friend of our family. Matt would go to the river and down the coast with Gerard and Greg and other family members quite often. He was part of the family holidays which I have written about in my own autobiography, and did the usual stuff any fellow would do. He was mostly speaking a meek enough fellow, despite being grouchy, and he was a law abiding citizen, with a decent enough reputation. He never married or had any kids, and I never knew a girlfriend he ever mentioned, as he was a loner for most his life. I’m not really sure if that bothered him much, but he was seemingly content enough with his life, and as I said, I wished it had gone on till a more fuller life, as he had finally found work, and could get so much more of the good times out of life. But life took him when it wanted him, so ce la vie. He’s buried out in Queanbeyan lawn cemetery, near his father, and my mother and me are to be buried in the same grave at the Queanbeyan lawn cemetery, so we will all rest in peace together.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia, December 30th 2018
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Matthew Joseph Anthony Daly was born on the 21st of October 1969 in Cooma Hospital, New South Wales, Australia, the firstborn son and child of Cyril Aloysius Daly and Mary Philomena Daly nee Baker. He lived in Jindabyne in his very youth, but the family moved to Berridale when he was very young. Matthew soon had Brigid, then me, then Jacinta then Greg as his siblings. Matthew would watch TV at the Berridale home like all of us, and he was obviously a fan of Dr Who, as that was popular with him throughout his life. Dr Who used to show on the ABC on weeday nights, and Matt probably watched it a lot in Berridale years, as he would have done in Cooma years. Matt’s first school was actually the Berridale public school, but soon enough he was going on the bus to St Pats in Cooma. He picked up the nickname of ‘Slagger’ for spitting on the bus window once, and it was used about him a little bit in school years. Later on he was called ‘Wal’ by his schoolmates, and I think it was because he looked like the Queensland Rugby League player Wally Lewis. Matthew shared a room with me in Berridale, which was a large room, which I think all 3 Berridale rooms were. I recall he was involved with the cubs I think (the junior boyscouts) but only for a while. In Cooma years he soon enough had a room at the back of 6 Bradley Street which had been built specifically for him, and I recall he had a black and white TV which he had been given, which he would watch. Aunt Molly stayed in that room once, who visited us from time to time over the years. Matt would play cricket with me and Greg in the back yard, and also with the Collins across the road. We unfairly said he was a chucker, when in reality it was just the way his arm had a bend in it when he bowled. He was never really a chucker – he would play by the rules. Just his bowling action. Matt had a tiger blanket, which is in my room here as I type this, and he would have that on his bed for years. It goes back to Cooma years I’m pretty sure. Matt would never let anything go. He’d keep receipts for everything he bought, and he’d keep them forever. When he died in 2013 he still had all his receipts, and I commented this to mum and we had a laugh about it. Matt actually died of a brain bleed – a cerebral haemmorage. Mum found him, and we had been wondering where he had been all day, as the door to his room was locked. When I looked in through the window I couldn’t actually see him, but later mum fiddled with the lock and got it open, and found Matt lying naked and dead on the floor in front of his computer. Poor Matt. The funeral was at Holy Family church in Gowrie, and I was in attendance, as was his family. Trish Kirby, a family friend, did his eulogy, as she had done so for dad. Matthew collected stamps and coins, and when he died he had a stamp album, but many coin albums, which I luckily inherited. Also a number of books on coins as well as books on Electrical circuitry. He studied that at the Canberra Institute of Technology, but didn’t manage to get any substantial work in the field. In Cooma years Matthew, like myself, was not terribly popular in school. But he got through those difficult years in one piece in the end. He did the Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour dreamcoat with me also, and both of us were Pharaohs guards, either in 1985 or 1986 or possibly 1987 because I do remember he repeated year 5 I think it was. Matthew owned games like Rummy Royal and Mah Jone and Warhammer things, as well as two of the Dungeons and Dragons Basic Sets 1 and 2. He’d read a lot of similar fantasy books that me and Greg would read, like J R R Tolkien’s works and David Eddings also. He was a fan of the Blakes 7 science fiction series, and had the entire series on video cassette. I think we still have that set. He was also a bit of a fan of things Japanese, some anime and Karate, which had a white belt and yellow belt in I think, and maybe another one but I don’t know for sure. He studied Karate at the local Karate centre in Fadden Pines, which was the Macarthur Boy Scouts hall, just down the road from here a bit. Matt never had much permanent employment, but did do cleaning in Perth for a bit at a school, and in the final year or so he was permanently employed at Big W, and I felt sorry for him, as he had never had much luck with permanent jobs, but when he died he had settled into something which probably was going to be permanent, and his life had turned around a lot. Just unlucky that it was at the end of his life. Ironic. But he was gainfully employed when he perished, and he never really shirked a job if it was offered to him – he just never really got terribly lucky with employment. He wasn’t lazy, just a little difficult to get along with. Michael, my sister in law Christies Aunties husband, called him ‘Professor’ because he knew everything. He didn’t really, but he did know quite a bit, and was happy enough to share all his information. Matthew went to church nearly every Sunday of his life, right till the end. He was a believer in Catholicism, in some way, shape or form, not exactly the most spiritual of people, but he was definitely one of the faithful. That was a strength in Matt, and reflects the ‘Daly’ motto of Fidelity to God and King in all truthfulness. Matt was the kind of fellow who sort of ran with societal norms a bit. He did what was expected of him somewhat, and would follow normal enough societal ideas. It didn’t mean he tried to do everything with his life – he was mostly content enough in his room leading a quiet life – but he did things in a formal enough way, even though he was definitely a candidate for grouch of the year on many occasions. Greg can be a little bit surly at times, but Matt is grouchy. Me – I’m lovely, but very sarcastic. Matt played some cricket in his time, and a bit of Australian Rules Football in school years. He was not really a sporting champion, but he didn’t back off from getting involved with things. He’d attend Mah Jong events at the Yamba Southern Cross club in Woden were he would play the game, and he visited the Southern Cross Club, and was a member, with the family and likely on his own on many occasions. Probably the kind of place he was comfortable with. He had a friend called Todd Ballanden (or something like that) in Cooma years, but mostly stuck with family friends in latter years, and was close to Gerard Bryant, a faithful friend of our family. Matt would go to the river and down the coast with Gerard and Greg and other family members quite often. He was part of the family holidays which I have written about in my own autobiography, and did the usual stuff any fellow would do. He was mostly speaking a meek enough fellow, despite being grouchy, and he was a law abiding citizen, with a decent enough reputation. He never married or had any kids, and I never knew a girlfriend he ever mentioned, as he was a loner for most his life. I’m not really sure if that bothered him much, but he was seemingly content enough with his life, and as I said, I wished it had gone on till a more fuller life, as he had finally found work, and could get so much more of the good times out of life. But life took him when it wanted him, so ce la vie. He’s buried out in Queanbeyan lawn cemetery, near his father, and my mother and me are to be buried in the same grave at the Queanbeyan lawn cemetery, so we will all rest in peace together.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia, December 30th 2018