Personal
Born and raised in the Bridgeport community area of Chicago, he is the second-youngest child of Richard J. Daley and Eleanor "Sis" Daley, brother of Richard M. Daley and William M. Daley, husband of Mary Lou Daley née Briatta, father of John R., Michael, and Christine Daley. Daley is an alumnus of St. Ignatius College Preparatory School and Loyola University. With a six-term Chicago Mayor as father, Daley grew up in a Bridgeport house at 3536 S. Lowe with Chicago Police Department guards in the front and back at all times, but walked to school unescorted. He was about eight years old when his father was first elected Mayor. His siblings were three older sisters: Pat, Mary Carol, Eleanor, and three brothers: Richard, Mike, and Bill (in birth order with the women all being older). He sent his children to parochial schools.
When John's wedding was announced in the Chicago Tribune the April 24, 1975 headline read: "Daley's son to wed hood's daughter." because his wife-to-be was the daughter of Louis Briatta who was reputed to be member of gambling crime syndicate. The couple has been married since about a month after the headline, and the couple's youngest children, Michael and Christine, are twins.
Daley is the only son of the former mayor who still lives in Bridgeport. He keeps up the family traditions of his father such as attending wakes.
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