Virginia M. “Pinky” McBain, age 100

of Braintree

Virginia M. “Pinky” McBain, age 100

Virginia M. “Pinky” (Kearns) McBain, age 100, of Braintree, formerly of Weymouth, died peacefully, Monday, November 11, 2024 at the John Scott House, surrounded by her loving family.

Pinky was born in Boston, to the late Thomas F. and Genevieve F. (O’Neill) Kearns. She was raised in Dorchester and was a graduate of Saint Gregory’s High School, Class of 1941. She lived in Braintree for the past seventeen years, previously in Sebastopol, Calif. for nine years, Euless, Tex. for five years, and previously Braintree and Weymouth for twenty-five years. She was also a summer resident of New Hampshire for many years.

Pinky was a homemaker but had worked in the restaurant industry for many years as a hostess on the South Shore and in New Hampshire.

Pinky liked dancing and attending dances with her late husband, Donald. She also enjoyed her time and her many friendships at Independence Manor in Braintree.

Most of all, Pinky was devoted to her family and was especially proud of her grandchildren and great grandchildren, supporting all their many activities and accomplishments.

Beloved wife for fifty-eight years of the late Donald C. McBain.

Devoted mother of Madelyn M. Canniff and her husband Reid of Quincy, JoAnn McBain and her husband Craig Moore of Sebastopol, Calif., and the late Donald T. McBain.

Loving grandmother of Keith Canniff and his wife Krissy of Pembroke, Kelly E. Goff and her husband Jim of Pembroke, Donald J. McBain and his wife Liza of Mystic, Conn.

Cherished great grandmother of Kate, Gillian and Lauren Canniff, Elizabeth, Allison and Jamie Goff, Jacob and Joshua McBain.

The oldest of her siblings, she was the sister of John Kearns and his wife Kathy of Holbrook, and was predeceased by Thomas Kearns, Jr. and Mildred Coughlin

Sister-in-law of Marjorie Kearns of Braintree. Pinky is also survived by many nieces, nephews, and their families.

Visiting hours will be held at the Sweeney Brothers Home for Funerals, 1 Independence Avenue, Quincy, on Wednesday, November 20, from 5 – 7 p.m. Relatives and friends are invited to attend. A Funeral Mass will be celebrated in Saint John the Baptist Church, 44 School Street, Quincy, on Thursday, November 21, at 10 a.m. Interment will follow at the Massachusetts National Cemetery, Bourne.

For those who wish, donations in Pinky’s memory may be made to The CatholicTV Network, P.O. Box 9196, Watertown, MA 02471.

The family would like to acknowledge and thank the staff of the John Scott House and Old Colony Hospice for the loving care given to Pinky.

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  • “Pinky” was a lovely woman, faith filled and lots of fun.

  • Pinky was always a joy to be around. We were so greatful that she was a member of our extended family. I’ll never forget all of her great stories around the Thanksgiving dinner table. She forever thought we were crazy for spending Thanksgiving morning playing football, instead of watching football. We love and miss you Pinky!
    Love,
    Mado

  • Pinky was one in a million. We met through her wonderful daughter, my sister in law JoJo, and spent many happy days together on holidays and vacation days.

  • I first met Pinky what my brother Craig married her daughter Jojo. After Pinky and Clint moved to Sebastapol, we got to know her well. Pinky was full of energy, loved a good laugh. One of her favorite activities was to linger around the dinner table and tell stories. She took a keen interest in people and truly never met a stranger. It was a pleasure to to know her. I will always remember her warmth and her hardy laugh.

  • Sharing in your sorry and offering heartfelt sympathy.

  • I am sorry for your loss. I fondly will remember
    Pinky’s contagious laugh. When i visited
    Pinky one time. She had asked me how
    Freddy was. It took me a moment or two
    to realize she was talking about my dad.
    We had a good laugh. May the peace of
    Jesus comfort you in your time grief