Terance O'Mahoney

Born: Plymouth, England on 25 July 1937

Passed away: York, Maine on 19 December 2014

Aged: 77 years

Funeral Date: 25 April 2015

Service Details

Service will be held on Saturday April 25th @ 12pm at Immaculate Conception Church in Portsmouth, NH.

For those unable to attend the service, please feel free to post a memory of Terry below.

Funeral Company

JS Pelkey Funeral Home

The Story

Wells, Maine- S.C. Terance O'Mahoney, 77 of Wells, died on December 19, 2014 at York Hospital.

Terry was born in Plymouth, England, on July 25, 1937, and raised there and in London until he emigrated to the United States in 1959. After landing in New York, he approached the Greyhound Bus Terminal and inquired after the most expensive one-way ticket available. He was soon relieved of his 99 dollars and found himself in San Francisco shortly thereafter.

Following his arrival in California, Terry enlisted in the U.S. Army, where he was assigned as a field artillery forward observer, and promptly stationed along the border with Czechoslovakia in U.S.-occupied West Germany. To his chagrin, and his future family’s gratitude, Terry passed an uneventful tour free of direct contact with the Soviets until his return to the San Francisco Bay Area in 1962.

Terry spent the following years working alternately as a reserve police officer in Menlo Park and Berkeley, and a real estate appraiser before starting Allied Savings Bank in Santa Rosa, CA, by procuring the final private bank charter issued in California. His free time was occupied racing catamarans on San Francisco Bay, or big game hunts in places like the Aghileen Pinnacles in Alaska, Okavango Swamp in Botswana, and the Balkan Mountains of Communist Bulgaria. Professionally, Terry served as the CEO, President, and Chairman of the Board at Allied Savings Bank until retiring from banking in 1996.

Terry met his wife of 32 years, Kimberley Chase, in 1980, and they were married just over a year later following a swift courtship.

In 1998, after a move to the Seacoast, Terry resumed his real estate appraisal career. The family spent time in Kittery and York before settling in Wells during the summer of 2012.
He spent the last year continuing to build his appraisal business hand-in-hand with his daughter Áine, while serving as President of the Maine Chapter of the American Appraisal Institute.
In addition to his wife, family members include his daughter Áine and her husband Tom Cronin, of Exeter, NH, son Chase and his wife Claire O’Mahoney of Virginia Beach, VA, son Benedict and his wife Terry O’Mahoney, and granddaughters Tarryn and Trinity, of Foster City, CA, and his beloved black Labrador Retriever, Izzy.

The family is planning a celebration of life in the spring. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made in Terry’s name to the Portland Community Health Center, to ensure that the standard of care that Terry received continues to be available to those that need it most (portlandcommunityhealthcenter.org).

Care for the O'Mahoney family has been entrusted to the JS Pelkey Funeral Home.
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Although we did not have the opportunity of meeting Terry, the fond memories of Chase and Claire's recent visit to us in Cape Town confirms that Terry's memes live on in his children. All our thoughts, Lauren Weaver and the boys.

Benedict Weaver


It is my hope that with this page, folks will share a memory or two about Terry. Whenever someone shares a memory about Terry, it invariably adds another layer of texture or surprising insight that is appreciated by those who loved him. Having said that, I will try and kick it off with one of my own. It is somewhat daunting to cull fifty-five years to pull out an exemplary memory at the risk devaluing the others. However, as I drift over the timeline, there is a period that comes particularly into focus. 1968. I was eight, an age when the first memories that are somewhat reliable are formed, and when you still believe that everything your dad says is true. Looking back, I can see the rack of meerschaum pipes, the old rolltop desk from which a multitude of businesses were formed, and the Eames chair in which the meerschaum pipes were smoked. And there was the kitchen table in the back. There dad would tell me stuff. Some of it boring, like anything to do with business; some of it exciting, like how sweltering hot it was under the riot gear when manning the lines during the riots or why his hand was bandaged because a ferocious dog tried to prevent him from cuffing its owner; and sometimes a fatherly bequest such as some sage advice on equality given before I boarded the bus when Berkeley became the first voluntarily integrated school district. I didn’t question it; it just seemed like truth. And for some reason, that is the memory that crystallized for me. Forty five years later, I came to appreciate why; the sage advice wasn’t just about the times and the situation, it was about life; it was about treating people with respect, tipping well, and not whining. And I came to appreciate it because that’s how he lived, and indeed, how he departed - fully engaged and on his own terms. I do have survivors guilt for my younger siblings who did not have the supreme luxury of growing old with him as I did. I miss our Sunday calls, and the everyday events that were fodder for our conversations have become dulled and less relevant for lack of a recipient. But the grief is tempered by a profound and enduring gratitude that I was lucky enough to have him as my father.

Benedict O'Mahoney