If you knew Jack Palladay at all you surely shared some good times.
I was part of a small group of Manual guys who played cards nearly every weekend at Palladay’s. He rode “shot gun” with me to school, we played basketball, enlisted in the Air Force, worked together, watched IU games, talked about philosophy and faith and helped each other move. He was a good friend.
We met playing basketball, old school, outdoors at Miller’s hoop-on-a-garage in an alley near our homes in Fountain Square. As a big muscular guy Jack was a ferocious rebounder. Give him the ball and he would score or be fouled trying. In grade school he starred at Emmaus Lutheran. At Manual he could have played varsity but for some reason didn’t. Instead he was the actual, and self-proclaimed, star of the legendary “Deadeyes” intramural team. I had the responsibility of scheduling playing time for our talented team (That team also included Mike Caldwell, Dave Coughlan, Ron Drahos, John Lagarde, Dale Maar, Dave Marx, Mike Nichols, Steve Burgess and Tommy Peacock). Early on Jack said, “Byrd, I’m the best player on the team so I’m not sitting down.” He was six foot three. I was five foot eight. So Jack didn’t sit and the Deadeyes won more games in three years than any other team during that period in Manual’s Intramural league.
Later on while he was on the Maxwell Air Force Base team Jack was the leading scorer in a group which included some ex-college players. After our discharge from the Air Force we hooped it up in a league at the old Dearborn gym. About then Jack helped me get a job in Data Processing at Mayflower and there was an inner office game setup and one foolish guy looking at a then out-of-shape Jack Palladay made the mistake of betting the “Big Guy” $20 he would not score twenty points in the big game. Oops, Jack went off for 37!!
In addition to basketball and his world class skill with Computers, Jack’s interests included Short Wave Radio, Astronomy, Fine Dining, driving his Porsche, and rooting for the Hoosiers.
My favorite Jack Palladay quote: "Byrd, the rest of the world are idiots ... and sometimes I'm not too sure about you!"
In the late 1970’s Jack once again helped me get a job at Merchants Bank. He was my boss when I resigned to go to seminary. Little did I know then that I would be honored to give his Eulogy when Jack passed away too early in life in June of 1997.
Along with many of you I knew the Palladay brothers well. They rode with me to Manual. Jack riding shotgun, Ron in the backseat (Jack, the big brother dictated that decision).
During our high school years they hosted countless poker games on the weekend while their mom Florence worked at the King Cole restuarant as a waitress until 3am. Many a night I was one of a number of guys who met her saying, "Good morning Mrs. Palladay" while she was going up the stairs to their Laurel Street apartment while we were going down the stairs heading home after a night of cards and yes... a few beers.
I enlisted in the Air Force with Jack and three others (Danny Eaton, Bob Mohler, Dave Coughlan) and so Ron and I maintained some contact across those early years of life. In fact In December of 1969 Ron walked across the room with me at a Country Club apartment's party as we asked a couple young ladies to dance. In my case, without knowing it at the time, I was asking my future wife Vicki to dance.
Marriage, work and families separated us in the later years of life but after his death I was fortunate to speak with his daughter Christen, who now lives in California, about her dad and uncle. Even though Ron was not part of our class Christen asked that we include her dad's obituary along with his brother (her uncle) Jack's on our class website. It follows.
To Jack and Ron I say, "Godspeed my friends!"
(Ron Palladay, Bill Byrd, Jack Palladay)
Obituary for Ron Palladay (from the Forrest Lawn Funeral Home Website)
September 23, 1948 - January 28, 2022
Ron Palladay was born on September 23rd, 1948 in Indianapolis, Indiana, at St. Francis Hospital to Florence and Jack Palladay. He attended Emmerich Manual High School. He was a top salesman in real estate as well as for Hubler Car Sales. Additionally, he was a friend to many, often flashing a huge, infectious smile. Ron was an avid gardener, as well as a loving father and grandfather.
Ron Palladay’s spirit left this world on Friday, January 28th, 2022 at St. Francis Hospital. Ron will be welcomed in spirit by his mother, Florence, his brother Jack Palladay, and his aunts Rosemary Bramlett and Roselee Maddalena.
He will be celebrated and dearly missed by his daughter, Christen (Palladay) Lewitzky, his former wife Sharisse (Palladay) Cabrera, his granddaughters Anya Kunkle and Stella Lewitzky, his cousin Maryann (Maddalena) Sparks, as well as his dear friends Terry and Carolyn “Tinie” Stephens.
William Byrd
If you knew Jack Palladay at all you surely shared some good times.
I was part of a small group of Manual guys who played cards nearly every weekend at Palladay’s. He rode “shot gun” with me to school, we played basketball, enlisted in the Air Force, worked together, watched IU games, talked about philosophy and faith and helped each other move. He was a good friend.
We met playing basketball, old school, outdoors at Miller’s hoop-on-a-garage in an alley near our homes in Fountain Square. As a big muscular guy Jack was a ferocious rebounder. Give him the ball and he would score or be fouled trying. In grade school he starred at Emmaus Lutheran. At Manual he could have played varsity but for some reason didn’t. Instead he was the actual, and self-proclaimed, star of the legendary “Deadeyes” intramural team. I had the responsibility of scheduling playing time for our talented team (That team also included Mike Caldwell, Dave Coughlan, Ron Drahos, John Lagarde, Dale Maar, Dave Marx, Mike Nichols, Steve Burgess and Tommy Peacock). Early on Jack said, “Byrd, I’m the best player on the team so I’m not sitting down.” He was six foot three. I was five foot eight. So Jack didn’t sit and the Deadeyes won more games in three years than any other team during that period in Manual’s Intramural league.
Later on while he was on the Maxwell Air Force Base team Jack was the leading scorer in a group which included some ex-college players. After our discharge from the Air Force we hooped it up in a league at the old Dearborn gym. About then Jack helped me get a job in Data Processing at Mayflower and there was an inner office game setup and one foolish guy looking at a then out-of-shape Jack Palladay made the mistake of betting the “Big Guy” $20 he would not score twenty points in the big game. Oops, Jack went off for 37!!
In addition to basketball and his world class skill with Computers, Jack’s interests included Short Wave Radio, Astronomy, Fine Dining, driving his Porsche, and rooting for the Hoosiers.
My favorite Jack Palladay quote: "Byrd, the rest of the world are idiots ... and sometimes I'm not too sure about you!"
In the late 1970’s Jack once again helped me get a job at Merchants Bank. He was my boss when I resigned to go to seminary. Little did I know then that I would be honored to give his Eulogy when Jack passed away too early in life in June of 1997.
Our reunion will be diminished by his absence.
His friend – Bill Byrd
Victor Jacobs
Bill,
What a fine tribute to your good friend.
William Byrd
Along with many of you I knew the Palladay brothers well. They rode with me to Manual. Jack riding shotgun, Ron in the backseat (Jack, the big brother dictated that decision).
During our high school years they hosted countless poker games on the weekend while their mom Florence worked at the King Cole restuarant as a waitress until 3am. Many a night I was one of a number of guys who met her saying, "Good morning Mrs. Palladay" while she was going up the stairs to their Laurel Street apartment while we were going down the stairs heading home after a night of cards and yes... a few beers.
I enlisted in the Air Force with Jack and three others (Danny Eaton, Bob Mohler, Dave Coughlan) and so Ron and I maintained some contact across those early years of life. In fact In December of 1969 Ron walked across the room with me at a Country Club apartment's party as we asked a couple young ladies to dance. In my case, without knowing it at the time, I was asking my future wife Vicki to dance.
Marriage, work and families separated us in the later years of life but after his death I was fortunate to speak with his daughter Christen, who now lives in California, about her dad and uncle. Even though Ron was not part of our class Christen asked that we include her dad's obituary along with his brother (her uncle) Jack's on our class website. It follows.
To Jack and Ron I say, "Godspeed my friends!"
(Ron Palladay, Bill Byrd, Jack Palladay)
Obituary for Ron Palladay (from the Forrest Lawn Funeral Home Website)
September 23, 1948 - January 28, 2022
Ron Palladay was born on September 23rd, 1948 in Indianapolis, Indiana, at St. Francis Hospital to Florence and Jack Palladay. He attended Emmerich Manual High School. He was a top salesman in real estate as well as for Hubler Car Sales. Additionally, he was a friend to many, often flashing a huge, infectious smile. Ron was an avid gardener, as well as a loving father and grandfather.
Ron Palladay’s spirit left this world on Friday, January 28th, 2022 at St. Francis Hospital. Ron will be welcomed in spirit by his mother, Florence, his brother Jack Palladay, and his aunts Rosemary Bramlett and Roselee Maddalena.
He will be celebrated and dearly missed by his daughter, Christen (Palladay) Lewitzky, his former wife Sharisse (Palladay) Cabrera, his granddaughters Anya Kunkle and Stella Lewitzky, his cousin Maryann (Maddalena) Sparks, as well as his dear friends Terry and Carolyn “Tinie” Stephens.