Johnnie Flynn was a Catholic, a good Catholic, and a very good friend of Peter's. "Why don't you become a Catholic, Peter, so that we can spend eternity in heaven together?" Peter, a devout Christian, had accepted Christ as his Lord and Savior at a very early age, and so Peter knew that he would be spending eternity with the Lord and hopefully with Johnnie Flynn.
Johnnie had 8 children and lived in Newtonville on Edinborough Street. On Christmas Eve, 1951, Dad got a call from a friend reporting that Flynn’s home had no heat and Flynn had no money to pay for a serviceman -- it was 10 degrees above zero.
Soon after the phone call, Harry Moosheghian, a good friend of my dad's, happened by our house, as he was wont to do. "Mooshegh, let's go over to Johnnie Flynn's and see what's going on with his furnace." Dad and Harry drove over to Edinborough Street, and while the Flynns were asleep, Dad and Harry broke into the basement through the bulkhead door, flashlights in hand. Dad found the problem immediately: the motor on the oil burner was burnt out, and all of the supply houses were closed, of course. It was Christmas Eve! But Peter was not daunted. He and Mooshegh went to Dad's basement where he stockpiled used parts (for just this kind of emergency) and -- he found the exact motor -- make, style, & model -- just waiting to give heat once again. . . And so it was that Peter gave warmth to Johnnie Flynn and his family on Christmas Eve.
A few days after Christmas, Johnnie Flynn stopped by Newtonville Electrical Company (Dad's store) to report the good news.
"Peter, it was a miracle. Last week we had no heat, our furnace wouldn't turn on, it was 10 degrees above zero, but on Christmas Eve . . . a miracle, Peter . . . the heat came on! Now will you become a Catholic?" Peter said nothing more than, "Johnnie, that was truly a miracle."