Michael John Connolly was born January 20, 1938 in NYC. He was first generation American with immigrant parents born in Ireland; Michael Connolly from Co. Galway and Celia (Canney) Connolly from Co. Mayo. Michael was predeceased by them and his sister, Theresa Piller. He is survived by his sisters, Mary C. Fix (John, Jr.) of Tuckahoe, NY, Kathleen Goldie of Somerset, NJ and Cecelia Carroll (Dennis) of Fort Worth, TX and numerous nieces, nephews and great nieces and nephews as well as many friends.
Michael graduated from Rice Memorial HS. He worked in the banking industry, at Citibank and then at Barclay Bank on Wall Street for 35 years where he was a Mortgage Broker.
Goodbye to my buddy, uncle Michael Connolly, age 82, Covid19.
Michael, a consummate New Yorker. 1st generation Irish, an independent bachelor spirit. Spent birth till death in a sweet old school 4th floor walk up, east 90’s. Never drove a car but there's no need when you’re a strong 6’ 3”, with an uncanny knowledge of bus schedules.
Michael possessed a fantastic mathematical mind, he was a vault with numbers and could spontaneously calculate square roots to the 8th decimal. A beloved employee of Barclay’s bank for 40+ years. They threw him a great retirement party, generations of young and old and so much love. One of our favorite NY nights, some 20 years ago.
He attracted the lovely and brilliant Ulla, a former UN translator of 7 languages. She was Finnish and a badminton demon. And one of the hardest working people I’ve ever known. She left the world too soon. I dearly hope there is an afterlife for them to share.
(If I were a better writer I would write about his strong opinions about doormen, and how they have ruled NY- a subject worthy of many Seinfeld episodes, but never mind.)
Michael was a sweet and honest man, a character, a beloved curmudgeon. He loved bad jokes, the ponies, and always, ALWAYS his lotto numbers. A die hard AMC movie channel fan and and a voracious reader.
We often disagreed over him staying up reading till dawn, especially during these recent March weeks when he was weaker and he had early symptoms.
I can’t believe it was only a month ago.
He was a dear one and he loved his sisters, Mary, Kathleen, Theresa and Cecelia, and his large extended family.
Uncle Mike I hope you’re back at that secret under-stairs bar with Cagney and Bogart. And that Ulla is alongside you. Give her a huge hug.
I will miss you.