Later Years and Personal Life
Quinn married Nancy Ellen Witbeck and the couple had seven children. They were members of the Portlock Road Association.
He was president of Dole Pineapple Company from 1965 to 1972, and chairman of the board of both the Honolulu Symphony and the East-West Center.
Quinn lectured, occasionally traveled on the public speaking circuit serving as a Republican elder statesman, and spent time with his family in Hawai'i. A devout Catholic, he was the recipient of a papal knighthood in the Order of The Holy Sepulcher.
He was a dedicated actor and singer in the Honolulu Light Opera. His most notable role was in the 1940s production of Brigadoon.
In March 2006, Quinn was injured in a fall and never fully recovered. Quinn died on August 28, 2006, and was buried at National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific.
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