Monday, November 27, 2023
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I loved Mr. Corrigan so much! He and my Dad, Dave Brown, were lifelong friends, so I had the great fortune of listening to many entertaining stories over the years, lovingly embellished each time by both of them. John T. had an impressive memory for detail in addition to his hilarious sense of humor. He had an encyclopedic knowledge and recall of every statistic from every Notre Dame game in history! I had the wonderful pleasure of driving out for several Fighting Irish games with him, and he kept us in stitches the whole time. My fondest memories of Mr. Corrigan, though, are when he, his brother, Mr. Moore, and my Dad came to visit me in Ireland in 2001. I was teaching in England at the time, but as proud Irish Catholics, we met in Shannon and travelled the Irish countryside together, visiting the Cliffs of Moher and many castles and pubs. I wish I had recorded the conversation because it was pure comedy, listening to their side-splitting banter, mixed with moments of terror when we realized (again) that we were driving on the wrong side of the road!
There is a special place in heaven for Mr. Corrigan, a man of strong faith and conviction, and I am sure he will forever be rooting for the Fighting Irish from on high. God bless him.
Jennifer (Brown) Reed
