Dad: His earliest Christmas memory was of his father telling him that Santa Claus did not exist. (Paul already knew.) His biggest disappointment was that he wanted an Irish mail for Christmas. His father said he had a surprise. They drove out and bought a dog named Jack who turned out to be a wonderful companion.

Mother: She once attended a tent revival in Russellville next to the Russellville bank. Uncle Ernest, Pap’s brother, was its president. Uncle Ernest visited a girl in Texas each year but never married. Uncle Earl, another of Pap’s brothers, had a son named Ernest who made a wooden Santa Claus on a string for mother in shop class. Young Ernest and his mother, Aunt Pony, moved to California. Ernest opened up a men’s clothing shop in Sonora, California. He might have had some children. Aunt Gret (Margaret Durham) tried to visit him about eight years ago. Ernest has since died.

Aunt Margaret (Bridges) was a beautiful woman who was invited to come out as a debutante in Washington, D.C. But she was painfully shy and came back to Indiana. She married Uncle Bridges when she was about 45. Uncle Bridges was a Hereford breeder and president of the breeders association who took a particular shine to Aunt Gret. He used to bring her things in his lunch pail - once gave her two pet skunks. Skunks don’t begin to stink until they are a year old. Mother was a bit jealous of the affection for Aunt Gret.

Mother and Dad were married at St. Bartholomew’s church on Park Avenue in New York City. Mother became an Episcopalian as a result of attending a young professional people’s group at St.Bartholomew. Les Douglas (a stockbroker who married the daughter of Henry Wallace) and several of Dad’s roommates attended this group. Dad was a regular member.

They were married on a Saturday (November 18, 1939). Mother had spent the entire day Friday working at her job at Associated Press. She got her hair done Friday evening. She was so tired she broke down and cried. It took four hours.

Mother was a fashion editor at the AP from 1935 through 1939. she wrote an advice column. She worked with Mary Beth Plummer who later married Davison Taylor (a television-network executive). Mother was invited to view a television set at NBC headquarters. They told Mother their plans for the new industry; they said that they would produce the television shows before a studio audience. Mother wrote a column about how to behave as a member of a TV studio audience. Her boss thought it was rather far out but the New York Times later reprinted it - not giving her credit, of course.

“The wife of baseball’s iron man is no iron woman” began her column on Lou Gehrig after his illness was revealed to the public. Mrs. Gehrig visited the AP office. Mother was substituting for Mary Beth Plummer who was on vacation. Mrs. Gehrig invited Mother to their home. Showed her the special bed for Lou Gehrig. (He wasn’t there at the time.) Mother wrote a story which Pap read in the Greencastle newspaper under the byline “John Durham”. She also edited a food column which was written by an experienced cook.

Mother had a hard time getting a job after she graduated from Columbia Journalism School. First she worked in the book department at Macy’s, which was a physically demanding job. Then she heard of a floater’s job at Stern’s on 42nd street. (Floaters were people who filled in.) They paid $15 a week. She used K.C. Hogate as a reference and worked there for awhile. (Hogate was a top editor at the Wall Street Journal who often helped Depauw graduates.)

At one point, when she was working at Macy’s, Mother was broke. She borrowed money from Aunt Gret, who was a student at Barnard College. They roomed together.

While at Sterns, Mother called K.C. Hogate to say she expected to be laid off. Hogate asked: “How would you like to work at the Scarsdale Enquirer?” Hogate’s wife was on the board of that newspaper. Mother’s immediate boss was a bitch, constantly criticizing her work. This boss might have resented Mother’s connection with Hogate. Mother was fired from this job as a reporter because she told another reporter that she had overheard a conversation that this woman was about to get fired. Her husband was an alcoholic and she had missed some work days.

Mother used to run photographs to a place to get half tones made. She used to run into a man named Robertson who worked on the floor below. One day, she told Robertson that she was losing her job. About a week later, Robertson called to suggest that she interview for a reporters job opening up at the Tarrytown newspaper. She interviewed with Sam Lesch (who was later a top editor at the Wall Street Journal). Mother got along well with Lesch. A Catholic advertising manager didn’t like him because he was Jewish.

Mother got the AP job because a letter announcing the new features position was addressed to graduates of Columbia Journalism School. The letter was addressed to Aunt Jane (Jane Durham) but to Mother’s address. So mother went for the interview and got the job. She dressed up in her finest coat with a fur collar, which might have impressed the interviewer.

While she was at Columbia School of Journalism (graduated in 1932), Mother lived at International House. Burl Ives, the folk singer, was often there. She dated E.F. (“Fritz”) Schumacher, a young German man who was teaching a course in economics. Schumacher was later an economist with the Coal Board in the United Kingdom. He became world famous as author of Small is Beautiful which articulated the theory of appropriate technology. (This philosophy argued against strict use of labor efficiency in determining technology. In nations with teeming populations of poor people, it was better, he said, to use inferior or obsolete technology to keep everyone employed than to hire only a small number of people to tend the most advanced machines. For a time, this theory was government policy in India.)

Schumacher kept in touch with my mother throughout his life. (He died in the mid ‘70s.) He telephoned her, for instance, on a tour of the United States, right after he had met President Carter. California governor Jerry Brown was another fan of his theories. Fritz Schumacher also visited my parents in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, while traveling to South America. He wrote letters to my mother about philosophy.

I also had a chance to talk with Schumacher after I arrived in Munich in October 1961. He invited me for a short talk while he was staying at his mother’s house. His two sisters were married to Werner Heisenberg, the noted physicist, and to Eric Kuby, who wrote a best-selling book. Thanks to him, I spent an afternoon at Kuby’s house and was introduced to Peter Harlin, son of a journalist, whose family lived in Baden-Wurtenberg. I last saw Schumacher, shortly before he died, when he gave a speech about appropriate technology in Minneapolis.

From a book, E. F. Schumacher: His Life and Thought, by Barbara Schumacher Wood p. 46 "He wrote very little to his parents about the girls he met. They too compared favorably with the girls he had met in Oxford. Many of the invitations were from affectionate matchmaker mothers who adored the handsome German who charmed and amused them. Of the many girls Fritz met, two stood out: Virginia and Joan (Durham). For Joan, a fellow student, he risked his neck climbing up to her room at night. They remained in contact long after both had settled down to marriage.”

My parents were young during the years of the Great Depression when Americans, disillusioned with society, admired bank robbers. An Indiana boy, John Dillinger, was one of the most prominent. When my mother was in journalism school, Dillinger robbed a bank in Greencastle, Indiana, which put that town on the map for many out east.

My father had another connection to Dillinger. Following his graduation from Depauw, he became a reporter for the Indianapolis Star. One of his assignments for that newspaper was to cover John Dillinger’s funeral in July 1934. That macabre event attracted hundreds of curious spectators from around the country. Rumors were rampant. It was a stormy night, with much thunder and lightning, when the hearse carrying Dillinger’s body entered the cemetery.

Unfortunately for my father, his article on that colorful event did not make the front page because of something that Hitler did in Europe on the same day.

In the 1930s, the Wall Street Journal had a circulation of 33,000. Today it’s over 1,000,000. K.C. Hogate, a graduate of Depauw University in Greencastle, Indiana, gave many Depauw graduates a chance to work at this newspaper.

Many, including William McGaughey, who graduated in 1934, were members of the Phi Gamma Delta fraternity at Depauw. Ted Callis, Depauw 1930, became advertising manager of the Wall Street Journal. Bernard (“Barney”) Kilgore of South Bend, Indiana, was first a columnist, then Washington D.C. bureau chief, and finally editor in chief of the Wall Street Journal. He, more than anyone else, was responsible for the Journal’s success. Buren McCormack, who started working at the paper in 193, became a managing editor.

Perry Tewalt, the first graduate of the Columbia School of Journalism to be hired by the Journal, was another Depauw graduate; he later took at job in Detroit with the Automobile Manufacturers Association (as did Dad). Charles E. (”Charlie”) Robbins was assistant managing editor and a bureau chief in the Midwest. Dad was briefly a reporter at the Wall Street Journal and its “banking editor”.

William McGaughey, Jr. was a copy boy there in the summer of 1960, working under Warren Phillips and Sam Lesch, at 44 Broad Street.

Bernard Kilgore and Ted Callis both had summer cottages at Twin Lakes, Pennsylvania, accessed from the “Between the Lakes” road. Joanna Durham McGaughey’s family had a cottage on the same road, “Loafer’s Lodge”. “Aunt Gret” Durham occupied the main house during summer months.

Dad (William) recalled that they had a beautiful wedding in New York City. (St. Bartholomew's Church on Park Avenue, November 18, 1939) Mother (Joanna) was a beautiful bride. As newly weds, they drove across Canada on their way to Detroit. Mother commented as they drove down Jefferson Avenue: “Oh. I think I’m going to like this place.”

She later found an apartment near a park (Palmer Park; at 999 Whitmore). The apartment building was owned by an advertising executive. The man’s brother was in charge of maintenance. When maintenance was neglected, Mother called the owner. He was at a meeting with his most important client, Mr. Haller, sales manager of Chevrolet. The owner was gruff, irritated that the had been called out of the meeting. But he promised to have the maintenance problem fixed and did carry through with his promise.

Dad remembered that Mother had bought a silk scarf in Canada which he thought she still had. Mother said the scarf was orange. However, she said she had lost the scarf.

 

William McGaughey was public-relations director of the Automotive Council for War Production during World War II

George Romney, later CEO of American Motors and Governor of Michigan, was staff director of the Council. Here he has written a note to William McGaughey expressing appreciation for his part in that work. The note is inscribed in a book, Masters of Mass Production, by Christy Borth and published by Bobbs-Merrill Co. in 1945.

I asked Dad if he remembered where he was when he learned that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor. He first thought he might have been on a train to visit Mother and the children, including Margaret, in Milford. When I pointed that that this was impossible, he remembered that he and Mother were driving from their home in Palmer Park to visit the Andrew T. Court family in Indian Village who had invited them over for dinner.

(Later the McGaugheys bought a house at 2224 Seminole Avenue in Detroit, less than two blocks from the Courts. They lived in this house until 1955 when they moved to Bloomfield Hills, a suburb north of Detroit - first on Lahser Road and then on 131 Guilford Road.)

Joan and Bill McGaughey (Mother and Dad) heard the news (of the attack on Pearl Harbor) on the car radio. At the Court home, they sat around the radio listening to news reports. Dad remembered that a pundit had said that the Japanese were too polite to attack; but now they were doing it.

I asked if they had bought their house on Seminole Avenue because of the Courts? Dad said yes. Andrew Court had said that there were some real bargains in real estate in Indian Village because doctors were leaving to go to war. However, the McGaugheys did not buy their house at 2224 Seminole from a doctor but from a man who had lost his job at the J.L. Hudson department store.

How had he met the Courts? Dad had started work with the Automobile Manufacturers Association in New York City (offices at 365 Broadway). The office was located there because company executives found it convenient to visit their bankers and attend AMA meetings in the same place. Dad had been urged to go to Detroit to visit the facilities there. While in Detroit, he met a young statistician who called himself an economist - Andrew Court. Shortly afterwards, the AMA moved its offices to Detroit.

Mother and Dad first called on the Courts on Iroquois Avenue by bus. When they climbed the stairs at that address, someone else’s name was on the mailbox. They learned that Mr. Court had kept the name of the previous owner on the box because the utility company had raised its rates but kept the same rate for existing customers. Mr. Court pretended that they were existing customers. Mother was greatly amused by this device used by the frugal Andrew Court.

I asked if Dad knew much about the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency). He said that the CIA had invited persons from the Washington D.C. public-relations association to tour their Virginia headquarters. Barbara Smith was one of those invited. What was Barbara Smith doing now? Dad thought she was raising funds for NYU. (Barbara Smith used to head the Washington D.C. office of a large advertising firm. Her father, J. Stanford Smith, was Dad’s roommate at Depauw. He was director of marketing at General Electric, while Ronald Reagan was employed there, and later became chairman of International Paper.)

I asked about Dad’s trip to the Far East (around 1953). A group of Detroit businessmen were invited to tour facilities of the U.S. Army in Alaska, Korea, and other places. The group landed in Pusan, Korea, and then spent several days in Seoul. Finally, they were driven to the front in Jeeps. They looked at the Chinese across the valley through binoculars. The commanding officer asked them to leave the area after a short time because the Chinese, too, were looking through binoculars. If the Chinese felt something important was happening on the U.S. line, as indicated by many Jeeps, they would shell the U.S. position. Dad drove a tank about this time, perhaps not on this trip but at the Chrysler plant near Pontiac, Michigan.

(Ironically, William McGaughey Jr. in 2000 married the daughter of a high-ranking Chinese military officer who did not serve in Korea but was stationed in Beijing during the Korean war.)

In 1948, the Automobile Manufacturers Association sent Bill and Joan McGaughey to England for the special purpose of inviting former Prime Minister Winston Churchill to be the guest speaker at a celebration of the 100 millionth automobile produced in the United States. Although Churchill’s schedule would not permit it, he did receive the McGaugheys at his London office where he engaged in a spirited discussion with them about U.S. politics. Churchill said that, while he admired Dwight Eisenhower, he thought Eisenhower had mishandled discussion that he might became a candidate for President in 1948. Three years later, when Billy and Andy McGaughey visited the William Dallas family in England for ten weeks, Churchill’s secretary, Jo Sturdee, took the two boys on a tour of Blenheim palace, Churchill’s ancestral home, as well as the House of Commons.

 

July 12, 1950

Dear Daddy,

Margaret is crying - it is 11:15 p.m. - and I have been hauling stones all day to reset in the wall and make into steps leading to the back yard. So this will be short.

But I do feel very guilty for not writing - only by the time I get up and get started at 8 a.m., do the marketing, washing, ironing, try to keep the boys learning a little of one thing at a time, get to the Lakes so everybody can have a swim by 3:30, get back home by 7, feed, bathe, lay out clothes - it really is endless, and very tiring.

I do think a couple of things are of interest, though. Billy is developing into a rather good worker. He cleaned out two flower pots in the posts today, helped load about seventy five big rocks - and unload them, and went swimming to boot. I am trying to explain to him as he goes along that what he saves us we can spend in other things and I think he has gotten the point.

Andy and Billy stick together fine, too. David, however, is a little lone wolf. He has found one friend in Jimmy Kilgore - two years old. He loves Jimmy dearly - and Jimmy won’t have anything to do with anyone except David.

The Kilgores are probably going to stay over another week renting the small camp, this time, while the Callises are here for two weeks in the big yellow camp. Mary Lou’s sister and her husband and their seven-year-old son, Ronny, are with her. Barney has been here most of the time, too.

Margaret is swimming along (with a life jacket, of course). Just loves it, and yells her had off if you take her out. Even goes out to the life raft.

Billy is building the fire in the hot water stove all the time now. That is his responsibility - and he’s doing rather well.

Andy is our carpenter, but definitely. He has made two flower boxes, painted one. (Billy painted the other.)
We had one bad scare. The float got away - and was well on the way over the dam. Billy and I had to cross in very swift current (we’ve had terrible rains and the dam has been almost normal level) and fight our way back upstream and pull the thing ashore on the opposite site, because we couldn’t cross the current with it. I used muscles I never knew I had - and have been sore ever since.

We’ve added somewhat to our wild life, speaking of rabbits and problems with the neighbors. The other day I found a great big turtle and brought it home. It wanders all over the back porch at random and someday will be smart enough to wander off.

David also had a lovely little green frog. He is loose somewhere in the upstairs, for David took him up in a can last night - and he escaped.

Today Andy (wouldn’t you know?) caught a small bird on the main street of Port Jervis. He had a wonderful time with it, but turned it loose willingly when he learned it could fly.

Oh, yes, and we now have 21 salamanders, caught three to six at an outing. I don’t think any are left in Little Lake.

Do you really think the Auto Show and Festival will go on - with the war situation as it is? Or have the boys and I been doing too much reading at night of the newspapers? (They curl up every night on Andy’s bed and I read them the day’s news about Korea. I also read them the Declaration of Independence the other day ... in toto. At the end, Billy said, “You know, Thomas Jefferson really knew how to use words, didn’t her?” Needless to say, I felt amply rewarded.)

About the bunny, can’t you get rid of it? I do know how the neighbors feel about such things - and it isn’t worth it if the thing runs loose. After all, how would we feel if some family got to go away for the summer and left behind a varmint that ate up all the results of our hard labor? Remember how mad I got about the Morse cats? I finally called the Humane Society and got rid of them.

It sounds as if you were making good use of your “spare” time. If I had any at all I’d be terribly lonesome for you. As it is, I gloat when another day is done - and I can hardly hold my head up long enough to bed down four young ones who would be good for the night if I’d let ‘em.

left to right: William McGaughey Jr., Joanna McGaughey, William McGaughey, Margaret McG. Isaacson

The McGaughey family lived at several places in the Detroit area, owning homes at 2224 Seminole Avenue in the “Indian Village” area on the east side of Detroit and at 131 Guilford Road in Bloomfield Hills, a northern suburb.

Family traditions included hosting an annual New Years Day reception at their home. For this reception, Joanna McGaughey created each year a “gingerbread house” which, in fact, was a small cardboard model of a house covered with hardened sugar in which pieces of candy were inserted to cover the outside surface.

The McGaughey Christmas-card list was extensive. In earlier years, the annual mailings included customized cards which imitated the format of a popular magazine and reported the activities of the four McGaughey children. As the McGaugheys moved from Detroit back to New York City and to Washington D.C. and Milford, PA., this became an effective way to keep in touch with old friends from various times in their life.

A Christmas card from 1945; left to right, Billy, David, Andy McGaughey

Bill and Joan McGaughey traveled extensively throughout the world both for business and personal pleasure. In the late 1940s, they toured war-torn Europe and also attended a wedding in Panama. In 1958, they were in Moscow for an international exhibition. A Rambler car was parked outside the building where the “Kitchen Debate” took place between Nikita Khrushchev and Vice President Richard Nixon. Bill McGaughey witnessed that debate. In 1978, they toured the People’s Republic of China, meeting with the U.S. ambassador Leonard Woodcock. From that experience came an article about China in the Conference Board publication, Across the Board. In the 1970s, the McGaugheys visited Kenya and other countries in Africa where Bill McGaughey caught malaria. Later, they visited a spa in Czechoslovakia. Joan McGaughey said she wanted to visit Turkey next but never had that opportunity. She did manage another trip to Germany.

Sons Bill Jr. and Andy visited England in the summer of 1953 as guests of the William Dallas family. They stayed at “Toat House” in Sussex south of London and at the Dallas cottage on the English Channel near Portsmouth. In 1958, Andy McGaughey took part in an exchange program, living with the Gerhardt Kilian family in West Berlin. Meanwhile, Bill McGaughey Jr. accompanied the Floyd Bunt family on a summer tour of several European countries. In 1961 and 1961, he lived in West Germany (Munich, Landshut, and Berlin) for thirteen months, interrupted by a one-month stay with the Maurice Bosquet family in Paris and the French Alps and a shorter bus tour of Greece with a group of students from Munich.

“In late June 1954, I was at a series of meetings at the Disney studios, then in Burbank, California, to confer about the forthcoming Disney TV production which American Motors had agreed to sponsor on the ABC network.

During a coffee break, I asked Walt Disney if I could have an autographed copy of one of his cartoon characters for my children. He asked me to write down names and ages. He then went into his office,returning with four cartoons, neatly framed, and, I believe, all autographed. The cartoons were of Mickey, Dumbo, Snow White, and, while my memory falters, I believe the other might have been of Dopey, one of the dwarfs in Snow White, for brother David.”

Dad

“Incredibly, Frank Sinatra seemed more nervous than I during our first and only meeting at the original Disneyland.

The singer’s fall from grace and declining popularity was in its early stage that summer of 1956. By chance, I spotted him just outside the American Motors exhibit of which I was in charge. Frank was fingering the knob on the front door, cautiously weighing the decision whether to enter. To his apparent relief, I invited him in. Then I called out to his black companion who was furtively exploring other entrances to AMC’s Circarama, the 360-degree motion picture screen. It was, of course, Frank’s bosom pal, Sammy Davis, Jr.

I promptly invited the two guests to meet George Romney, president, chairman and CEO of American Motors, who was waiting to see the projections on a screen that was wrapped around the entire room and was about to be filled by Nash and Hudson cars weaving in and out of the streets of Las Vegas.

An electrician told us that the showing on the screen was about to begin. Nineteen separate cameras were coordinated so that the eye first saw the new Detroit models moving forward, then they were shown in side views, and finally the cameras caught sight of rear bumpers as the pictures gave way to the scenic hotels and skyscrapers of Vegas, which earlier had become the stage for the skinny boy from Hoboken.

When the 10-minute Circarama presentation was completed, Sinatra gave h is verdict. He turned to Mr. Davis and said, ‘This is the wave of the future. The motion picture single screen is obsolete and future movies will use this exciting new technology.’

He was wrong, of course. Except for World Fairs, such as the upcoming one in Brussels, and especially arranged showings to sizable audiences, Circarama was too expensive to operate.

Nevertheless, his words were encouraging and I felt somewhat redeemed that my Big Boss Romney had accepted my recommendation to pay the heavy rental cost for Disneyland exhibitions.”

“Hudson and Nash merged to create American Motors Corp. in 1954. After 1957, both the Nash and Hudson names were dropped, but AMC continued Nash’s popular line of Rambler cars.

The Rambler name dated back to 1897. In 1950, Nash revived the name for its all-new line of 100-inch-wheelbase compact cars.

By 1957, the Rambler had grown into a 108-inch-wheelbase intermediate. but it was back to basics in the recession year of 1958, when a 100-inch-wheelbase model returned to the line as the Rambler American.
The American’s name was intended to stir up the loyalty of those who resented the invasion of the small foreign cars. And this new model was truly a gas saver. an overdrive-equipped American got 35.39 miles per gallon on an official Los Angeles to Miami economy run.

Rambler sales jumped to 135,606 in 1958, moving the car into seventh place in automotive sales. The Rambler dominated the domestic compact field until that market became saturated with other new American entries in the 1960s.

The American was replaced in 1970 by the Hornet, which never became the hit that the American had been.”

“In the spring of 1961, American Motors vice president, William McGaughey, accompanied by son William McGaughey, Jr., had lunch at the Detroit Athletic Club with Maurice Bosquet, president of Renault’s North American division. Washington D.C. attorney David Busby had brought the two parties together. The purpose of the meeting was to discuss the possibility of Renault and American Motors cooperating to market automobiles. Renault, the French automaker, had been the #2 import behind Volkswagen in the late 1950s.

As a result, Bosquet’s son, Nicolas, stayed with the McGaughey family in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, for several months in the summer of 1961. Among other things, they attended the debutante party of Anne Ford, daughter of Ford Motor Company’s chairman, Henry Ford II, who was soon to be divorced. In the following summer, William McGaughey, Jr. and brother David stayed with the Bosquet family for a month in Paris and Cordon par Sallanches in the French Alps. Other Bosquet children, including Daniel and Christine, later stayed with the McGaugheys after William McGaughey Jr. had moved to Minnesota.

American Motors and Renault did engage in a joint marketing venture although Rambler’s success in America could not be replicated in Europe. Renault, owned by the French government, later acquired a majority of American Motors stock. Under the leadership of Roy D. Chapin, American Motors purchased the Jeep line of automobiles. This brand made it an attractive acquisition for Chrysler Automobile Company, which later merged with Daimler Benz, the German auto maker. Today, the old AMC plant in Kenosha, Wisconsin, is owned and operated by Daimler Chrysler.

Interestingly, in the days before William McGaughey Jr. departed for Germany in the summer of 1961, father William McGaughey negotiated on behalf of American Motors to buy the old Times building in Times Square, New York, which is the focus of annual New Years festivities. However, his long-time boss, George Romney, was stepping down as company chairman and American Motors’ new board of directors decided not to approve the purchase.

William, Jr., the oldest son, moved to Minnesota where he held a number of accounting jobs before retiring and becoming an inner-city landlord. He was married several times, most recently to Yang Lianlian (Lian) of Beijing, China. He is the principal subject of this identity profile.

Andrew D. dropped out of Harvard after his freshman year. A schizophrenic, he lived in New York City, Europe, Washington, D.C., and other places before moving to Minneapolis in 1993. He married Virginia Gauger on February 14, 1998. Andrew died in Minneapolis on July 24, 1999 during a heat wave.

David P., the third oldest son, spent the last thirteen years of his life as a patient in head-injury recovery facilities after he was struck by a car in Gaithersburg, Maryland, on New Years Day, 1992. He had previously been a grant writer and tape librarian at Prodigy.

Margaret D., the youngest child and only daughter, married a lawyer in Maine and practices law as an appeals attorney with the U.S. Attorney's office in Portland. She and her husband, George Isaacson, have three children: Emily (born June 6, 1982), Abigail (born April 24, 1985), and Nathan (born April 9, 1988). See picture below.

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“David McGaughey is a 44 year old white male who as a pedestrian was struck by a motor vehicle on January 1, 1992. Mr. McGaughey experienced a loss of consciousness at the scene and reportedly had a Glasgow Coma Scale of 7 at the time of his emergency admission to Suburban Hospital in Bethesda, Maryland. An initial CT scan on January 1, 1992, showed diffuse cerebral edema and bifrontal hematomas. Records indicate that David remained in coma no more than a week although he remained intermittently lethargic and unresponsive. A follow-up CT scan performed on January 11, 1992 showed improvement in the bilateral intercerebral contusions but there was some residual edema and evidence of early encephalomalacia. David transferred from Suburban Hospital to the Head Injury Recovery Center at Hillcrest (in Milford, PA) on February 6, 1992. During his course of recovery at Hillcrest, David began to develop paranoid delusions leading to increased aggressive behaviors. In reading the records, there appears to be variation across time in the occurrence and intensity of behavioral and psychiatric concerns.”

left to right: William McGaughey, Andrew McGaughey, David McGaughey, Joanna McGaughey (seated)