Mary A. Horrigan, age 91

of Quincy

Mary A. Horrigan, age 91

of Quincy

Mary A. Horrigan, age 91, a longtime resident of Quincy, died peacefully, Wednesday, April 2, 2025 at Briarcliffe Manor in Johnston, R.I., in the comfort of her loving daughter, Mary Ellen.

Mary was born in Quincy, to the late Mary E. (Walker) and Maurice R. Horrigan, Sr. Raised and educated there, she was a graduate of the former Cardinal Cushing Central High School in South Boston.

She lived in Rhode Island for the past five years, previously in Quincy for all her life.

Mary was employed as a waitress for many years, working at the Hynes Convention Center and the Boston Convention and Exhibition Center. She enjoyed many friendships within this community.

Mary enjoyed Masterpiece Theatre and watching the Weather Channel.

Devoted mother of Mary Ellen Horrigan of North Providence, R.I.

Dear sister of Reverend Kevin P. Horrigan of South Dartmouth, Ruth E. Apicella of Maine and her late husband Anthony, Jane E. Clougherty and her husband Joseph of Braintree, Helen V. Cicoria of Wareham and her late husband Michael, and predeceased by Maurice R. Horrigan, Jr., Richard E. Horrigan and his surviving wife Mary Elizabeth of Connecticut.

Mary is also survived by many nieces, nephews, and their families.

Funeral Services will be conducted at the Sweeney Brothers Home for Funerals, 1 Independence Avenue, Quincy, on Wednesday, April 9, at 11 a.m. Relatives and friends are invited to attend. Visitation prior to the service from 10 – 11 a.m. Interment Pine Hill Cemetery, West Quincy.

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Helen Cicoria wrote on April 4, 2025

Helen Cicoria

Mary Ellen Horrigan wrote on April 4, 2025

My Mom taught me to love Masterpiece Theatre. We sat in front of the TV in the very small living room with Bunny ears on it’s top. Upstairs Downstairs was the show and I was 12. To this day I miss bunny ears and now today her. She took me to children’s summer theater and gave me a fancy white autograph book and I still have it. She was kind. She loved the color blue. She felt kinship with the trees and awe in how they bend. Sway mommy sway….
She inspired laughter from strangers and truly I saw love towards her when she walked into Colonial Federal Bank. We as a family may find that suspect but I saw the hugs they gave her and I heard the glee in people’s greetings to her.
She used to feed the feral cats at Merry mount beach daily and is said to have stolen Gizmo the dog she loved but didn’t walk enough.
She never forgot you… The cards she sent to you every birthday and Halloween…. No one was scratched off her list even if you showed to her you should be.
She was born in the Depression and had hardships that changed who she was and who she was ment to be on the day of her birth and some of us have moved on for the worse and some the better… Still we move.
My mother was a teacher of kindness and emphatic gesture’s. I was inspired to work with people because of her power of example. Murial Quint was watched over by her and we would draw and color and Murial would call me “miss America” but I was the only daughter of Mary.
She asked me once and only once… “Are you glad I kept you Mary Ellen..” We were sitting on the edge of her twin bed in her studio apartment in Southern Artery.. I didn’t know…I still don’t know… But I do know… that I would not be loved as I am ..if she had not…
Gratitude.