The fact that Margaret Thatcher was an anti Irish racist bigot and that she considered that the Irish could not be trusted and were all liars,as stated by her to Peter Mandleson, came as no surprise to me. I spent six months in England in 1969 and you would have to be a fool not to pick up two facts viz:-
(a)That the Conservatives epitomise the essence of Englishness.
(b)That when the stiff upper lip is bared ,the Irish are regarded as an inferior race by these racist bigots.
This type of prejudice condoned the genocide of the famine and approved the caricature of the Irish as apelike monkeys in Punch magazine at the time of mass starvation in the 1840's.
Now three men ,Bob Geldoff,Tery Wogan and Tony O Reilly are Knights of the Realm and are Irish to boot.
Now that they know what the real English truly think of them will they have the guts to tell them where to put the Knighthoods or will they continue to flaunt them.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Two of the best flee to the rest.
I often wonder about the accuracy of the emigration figures and just exactly how they are compiled.In relation to the native Irish ,I think that they are greatly understated.Certainly the evidence of my own eyes and ears suggests that this is so.
One neighbouring GAA Club has just one player remaining in the country from a very successful under 16 football team of fifteen of seven years ago.Another neighbouring Club has lost nine adult players since last year and two have returned leaving a net loss of seven.These are small populated rural clubs,like ourselves.
The lost generation of those in their twenties,the anguish of parents bereft of their children and grandchildren,the brutalisation of the populace by the imposition of austerity ,the inability of the middle aged and elderly to sustain any decent level of lifestyle, the plague of suicides,the granting of increasingly draconian powers to Government agencies ,the attempt of the Government to bully the judiciary into submission and to make it just a rubber stamp for Government ,the lack of decent employment for nearly half a million people,the fear of losing your home,the impossibility of those without homes of securing one and marrying and raising a family,the relentless pursuit of those who owe money and have nothing and never will if they stay here,the determined attempts of Government to turn the populace into informers on their neighbours ,the total abandonment of hope by the majority of decent people,the denigration of religion by a largely bigoted electronic and printed media and certain politicians and academics and the tired untrue cliches about the return of green shoots by the jigger pokers ,have kick started the exodus from the country of the next generation up,viz.those in their thirties and indeed older.
I had cottoned onto this trend some time ago.It is now gaining momentum.This generation just can take no more. Still living at home with the folks,mad willing for work of which there is none,no prospects of settling down here because they will never have a roof of their own over their heads and facing the prospect of never being able to afford to have children if they stay here,e are voting with their feet and heading of as far as they can get.
This week we lost two of the finest people I know to the emigrant plane.Both in their thirties .Both who burst themselves when work was to be got. Both with loving families and at the heart of communities that can ill afford their loss.That mourn their loss.
No decent society can afford the continuing loss of such decent people .
I am beginning to wonder if the three principles Hitler enunciated when he invaded Russia during the 1940's are being deliberately implemented here.These are "Rule ","Administer," "Exploit".
There is no other reason for the imposition of such misery on us.Nor any need for it.
To Keith and Sean bon voyage.
One neighbouring GAA Club has just one player remaining in the country from a very successful under 16 football team of fifteen of seven years ago.Another neighbouring Club has lost nine adult players since last year and two have returned leaving a net loss of seven.These are small populated rural clubs,like ourselves.
The lost generation of those in their twenties,the anguish of parents bereft of their children and grandchildren,the brutalisation of the populace by the imposition of austerity ,the inability of the middle aged and elderly to sustain any decent level of lifestyle, the plague of suicides,the granting of increasingly draconian powers to Government agencies ,the attempt of the Government to bully the judiciary into submission and to make it just a rubber stamp for Government ,the lack of decent employment for nearly half a million people,the fear of losing your home,the impossibility of those without homes of securing one and marrying and raising a family,the relentless pursuit of those who owe money and have nothing and never will if they stay here,the determined attempts of Government to turn the populace into informers on their neighbours ,the total abandonment of hope by the majority of decent people,the denigration of religion by a largely bigoted electronic and printed media and certain politicians and academics and the tired untrue cliches about the return of green shoots by the jigger pokers ,have kick started the exodus from the country of the next generation up,viz.those in their thirties and indeed older.
I had cottoned onto this trend some time ago.It is now gaining momentum.This generation just can take no more. Still living at home with the folks,mad willing for work of which there is none,no prospects of settling down here because they will never have a roof of their own over their heads and facing the prospect of never being able to afford to have children if they stay here,e are voting with their feet and heading of as far as they can get.
This week we lost two of the finest people I know to the emigrant plane.Both in their thirties .Both who burst themselves when work was to be got. Both with loving families and at the heart of communities that can ill afford their loss.That mourn their loss.
No decent society can afford the continuing loss of such decent people .
I am beginning to wonder if the three principles Hitler enunciated when he invaded Russia during the 1940's are being deliberately implemented here.These are "Rule ","Administer," "Exploit".
There is no other reason for the imposition of such misery on us.Nor any need for it.
To Keith and Sean bon voyage.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Man's best and warmest friend.
A dog is a great companion.A dog doesn't nag or sulk or whinge without reason.A dog is faithful unless you abuse its trust in which case you don't deserve any loyalty or affection.A dog knows things humans don't.A dog can sense decency and just knows a cruel person instinctively .
Certain people are dog magnets.My uncle Joe was one such.I have photos of Joe taken in the nineteen thirties and forties when he had only better than rags to wear and there was invariably a contented dog or dogs frolicking around him.
A dog can sense the imminence of death in its master/mistress in my opinion.I saw this at first hand when my uncle Tommy was diagnosed with imminent death from cancer.His dog Judy used be all over him before he went to hospital.When he came home to die she refused to have anything to do with him.She just knew.
Anyhow Joe had always two dogs and sometimes three.Always collies.He was a farmer and some character.Also a bachelor,he suffered most of his adult life from maniac depression,bipolar they call it now.His bed was over a hundred years old and had springs and a net of metal mesh under the mattress that were so well worn that when he got into the bed his body gradually jack knifed downwards so that his arse nearly hit the floor while his head and feet stayed on the level.
The family home in which he lived was built from stone drawn from the quarry then at the Moat in Navan by my grand aunt Maggie with an ass and dray.There was no insulation full stop.
Even with blankets and the old LDF coat on board it was cold in winter.But Joe's feet were never cold.One of the collies,Captain being the last ,was always trained to lie on the blankets on the foot of the bed over his feet.His tootsies were always as warm as toast,even on the coldest night.
Many's the night I spent with Joe at bedtime talking about this and that.As a matter of record he told me to my face that "I was thick but dacent".Not a bad epilogue I suppose.
Anyhow he was wont to smoke a fag or two before retiring and then he would say goodnight and pull the sheet and blankets over his head,Within minutes he would be sound asleep.The face stayed under the blankets until he awoke.
A stranger if he saw the bed would never think that Joe was asleep in it ,as all that was visible were bedclothes with no sign of a head ,a hanging matress in the middle and a dog lying at the end of the bed.
If I wanted to know if Joe was in bed the dog lying at the foot of the bed was a dead giveaway.
Joe had no patience.When he said" good night" he meant it..Then immediately the blankets and sheets came over the head and off he went.No offence meant.
When he was near death in Mullingar General Hospital I was advised by the medics of that fact and told a great friend of his that time was short and a visit soon was advised.The particular man was so busy that he said he would get hard to make time ,but did so .On a tight schedule.One hour to travel there,one hour to converse and one hour to get home.
I visited Joe every evening and was there when the friend arrived."Well Joe any craic here"? "Not much Jack ,they won't let me smoke"."How's Dunderry doing in the football"."Didn't hear"."Goodnight Jack ,I'm going asleep now".Threw the blankets over the head and that was it.
57 minutes saved.Actually Joe rallied for a while .The immediate cause of his grave illness was shingles which the medics couldn't clear up and which were rapidly killing him.
I went to a Mr.Leavy in Athboy who had the cure.He couldn't go to see Joe bur prayed over a towel,gave it to me with instructions to rub it on Joe's body where the shingles lay and listed for me the prayers to say.I did this and to nearly everybody' s great surprise but not mine, very suddenly the shingles cleared up fully.But he did die shortly afterwards of other natural causes.
Yep man's beat friend and ,in Joe's case in any event,warmest.
Certain people are dog magnets.My uncle Joe was one such.I have photos of Joe taken in the nineteen thirties and forties when he had only better than rags to wear and there was invariably a contented dog or dogs frolicking around him.
A dog can sense the imminence of death in its master/mistress in my opinion.I saw this at first hand when my uncle Tommy was diagnosed with imminent death from cancer.His dog Judy used be all over him before he went to hospital.When he came home to die she refused to have anything to do with him.She just knew.
Anyhow Joe had always two dogs and sometimes three.Always collies.He was a farmer and some character.Also a bachelor,he suffered most of his adult life from maniac depression,bipolar they call it now.His bed was over a hundred years old and had springs and a net of metal mesh under the mattress that were so well worn that when he got into the bed his body gradually jack knifed downwards so that his arse nearly hit the floor while his head and feet stayed on the level.
The family home in which he lived was built from stone drawn from the quarry then at the Moat in Navan by my grand aunt Maggie with an ass and dray.There was no insulation full stop.
Even with blankets and the old LDF coat on board it was cold in winter.But Joe's feet were never cold.One of the collies,Captain being the last ,was always trained to lie on the blankets on the foot of the bed over his feet.His tootsies were always as warm as toast,even on the coldest night.
Many's the night I spent with Joe at bedtime talking about this and that.As a matter of record he told me to my face that "I was thick but dacent".Not a bad epilogue I suppose.
Anyhow he was wont to smoke a fag or two before retiring and then he would say goodnight and pull the sheet and blankets over his head,Within minutes he would be sound asleep.The face stayed under the blankets until he awoke.
A stranger if he saw the bed would never think that Joe was asleep in it ,as all that was visible were bedclothes with no sign of a head ,a hanging matress in the middle and a dog lying at the end of the bed.
If I wanted to know if Joe was in bed the dog lying at the foot of the bed was a dead giveaway.
Joe had no patience.When he said" good night" he meant it..Then immediately the blankets and sheets came over the head and off he went.No offence meant.
When he was near death in Mullingar General Hospital I was advised by the medics of that fact and told a great friend of his that time was short and a visit soon was advised.The particular man was so busy that he said he would get hard to make time ,but did so .On a tight schedule.One hour to travel there,one hour to converse and one hour to get home.
I visited Joe every evening and was there when the friend arrived."Well Joe any craic here"? "Not much Jack ,they won't let me smoke"."How's Dunderry doing in the football"."Didn't hear"."Goodnight Jack ,I'm going asleep now".Threw the blankets over the head and that was it.
57 minutes saved.Actually Joe rallied for a while .The immediate cause of his grave illness was shingles which the medics couldn't clear up and which were rapidly killing him.
I went to a Mr.Leavy in Athboy who had the cure.He couldn't go to see Joe bur prayed over a towel,gave it to me with instructions to rub it on Joe's body where the shingles lay and listed for me the prayers to say.I did this and to nearly everybody' s great surprise but not mine, very suddenly the shingles cleared up fully.But he did die shortly afterwards of other natural causes.
Yep man's beat friend and ,in Joe's case in any event,warmest.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Abolition of Communion and Confirmation grants further attacks poor Catholics.
Child poverty is common in Ireland.Most working and unemployed try to keep the good side out and do their utmost to protect their children from deprivation and mockery from their peers.Decent people would die for their children and to protect them.
Children can be cruel..They pick on those who are different.In my own case I was the eldest of nine.My mothers people used take us under their wing for the summer in Dunderry and send us back to Blanchardstown togged out for the year.Part of the outfit was hob nailed boots,which were grand for Dunderry but regarded as culchie regalia by some sophisticates in Blachardstown.The amount of taunting and bullying we suffered as a result haunts me to this day.Imagine the result were we to go about dressed in clothes that were noticeably inferior to those worn by our peers.
We were dressed simply and cheaply for our Communion and Confirmation.Everybody was similarly dressed.
Now we have an odious Government ,a marriage or partnership of the Rancher's Party and a Labour Party which is supposed to look after the poor.
I guarantee you that the children of Fine Gael supporters will be well togged out for their ceremonies.The atheist and aggressive secular Labour Party does not give one hoot about the poor Catholics in this country who cannot afford to tog out their children in a decent fashion,If the children of the poor do attend the ceremonies dressed in an inferior fashion to their peers they will be subject to the same type of bullying and sneering I was subject to all those years ago.
Only it is worse now with the widespread use of cyber bullying and commonality of child suicide,an event never heard of in my day.
Broke and broken hearted Catholic parents will probably stop their children from receiving the sacraments rather than make them an object of ridicule.
This attack on Christianity is par for the course for this Government and this secular European Union.
It follows on from the Taoiseach's oral attack on the Vatican,the withdrawal of the Irish Ambassador from the Vatican, the attempts of the Government to seize Catholic schools and the sneering of certain Labour Deputies at the Christian prayers at the start of Dail and Seanad secessions .
The womb raiders are trying to terminate preborn Catholics before birth,are actively discriminating against third and fourth children and more by paying a lesser allowance for them (Catholics tend to have more children than others),are now making it difficult for them to receive the Sacraments , preside over emigration figures that are on a par with the famine years and are indifferent to the increase in suicide by the beleaguered middle aged and elderly
The complete anti Catholic package you might say.
All this while press ganging the household tax from those they know well cannot afford to pay.Of course the well pensioned or paid and expense paid Mary Robinson and Marie Geoghan Quinn ,a Euro Commissioner ,are extended free of charge the executive facilities in Dublin Airport when the frequently pass through on business of the utmost importance of course.
Shining examples of Mna na hEiireann.
But that's what you would expect from a Government and a Union who sees nothing wrong with forcing two human beings to sleep in a public toilet and which refuses to give then m any assistance whatsoever.Talk about Trevallion.
P,S.
Since I wrote this article it is reported that the Labour Education Minister Ruairi Quinn has intimated that he wants to cut back on the times given to Religious instruction in Catholic Schools.Just another piece of the anti Catholic ethos that permeates this Government.
Just twenty years ago I got a hint of the way that certain Labour supporters were thinking when a supporter of whom I wrongly though reasonably well asked the Question what the Irish for Priest was.When I replied "Sagairt ",he smiled and said "no its paedophile"and doubled over laughing at his own wit.
This hatred is long fermenting and is now bubbling to the surface.
Children can be cruel..They pick on those who are different.In my own case I was the eldest of nine.My mothers people used take us under their wing for the summer in Dunderry and send us back to Blanchardstown togged out for the year.Part of the outfit was hob nailed boots,which were grand for Dunderry but regarded as culchie regalia by some sophisticates in Blachardstown.The amount of taunting and bullying we suffered as a result haunts me to this day.Imagine the result were we to go about dressed in clothes that were noticeably inferior to those worn by our peers.
We were dressed simply and cheaply for our Communion and Confirmation.Everybody was similarly dressed.
Now we have an odious Government ,a marriage or partnership of the Rancher's Party and a Labour Party which is supposed to look after the poor.
I guarantee you that the children of Fine Gael supporters will be well togged out for their ceremonies.The atheist and aggressive secular Labour Party does not give one hoot about the poor Catholics in this country who cannot afford to tog out their children in a decent fashion,If the children of the poor do attend the ceremonies dressed in an inferior fashion to their peers they will be subject to the same type of bullying and sneering I was subject to all those years ago.
Only it is worse now with the widespread use of cyber bullying and commonality of child suicide,an event never heard of in my day.
Broke and broken hearted Catholic parents will probably stop their children from receiving the sacraments rather than make them an object of ridicule.
This attack on Christianity is par for the course for this Government and this secular European Union.
It follows on from the Taoiseach's oral attack on the Vatican,the withdrawal of the Irish Ambassador from the Vatican, the attempts of the Government to seize Catholic schools and the sneering of certain Labour Deputies at the Christian prayers at the start of Dail and Seanad secessions .
The womb raiders are trying to terminate preborn Catholics before birth,are actively discriminating against third and fourth children and more by paying a lesser allowance for them (Catholics tend to have more children than others),are now making it difficult for them to receive the Sacraments , preside over emigration figures that are on a par with the famine years and are indifferent to the increase in suicide by the beleaguered middle aged and elderly
The complete anti Catholic package you might say.
All this while press ganging the household tax from those they know well cannot afford to pay.Of course the well pensioned or paid and expense paid Mary Robinson and Marie Geoghan Quinn ,a Euro Commissioner ,are extended free of charge the executive facilities in Dublin Airport when the frequently pass through on business of the utmost importance of course.
Shining examples of Mna na hEiireann.
But that's what you would expect from a Government and a Union who sees nothing wrong with forcing two human beings to sleep in a public toilet and which refuses to give then m any assistance whatsoever.Talk about Trevallion.
P,S.
Since I wrote this article it is reported that the Labour Education Minister Ruairi Quinn has intimated that he wants to cut back on the times given to Religious instruction in Catholic Schools.Just another piece of the anti Catholic ethos that permeates this Government.
Just twenty years ago I got a hint of the way that certain Labour supporters were thinking when a supporter of whom I wrongly though reasonably well asked the Question what the Irish for Priest was.When I replied "Sagairt ",he smiled and said "no its paedophile"and doubled over laughing at his own wit.
This hatred is long fermenting and is now bubbling to the surface.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Dunderry footbal genes surface in Mayo.
Older residents and families will well remember the late and great John Conroy from the Meadstown Road.He was a great GAA man,first with Dunderry in his youth,then with St.Teresa's in London and then again with Dunderry on his and his family's t return to the ancestral home in his fifties.He was a great personal friend of mine right up to his sudden and unexpected death.
Anyhow a son of his Michael ,who moved to Mayo some years ago, has a son called Tommy Conroy,who I hear is a nifty and talented corner forward.
He is a minor and a little birdie tells me he has a chance of figuring for Mayo this year.
Keep an eye out.
Anyhow a son of his Michael ,who moved to Mayo some years ago, has a son called Tommy Conroy,who I hear is a nifty and talented corner forward.
He is a minor and a little birdie tells me he has a chance of figuring for Mayo this year.
Keep an eye out.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Friday 5th April 2013 a sad sad day in Dunderry
The pain was palpable.Two funerals the same morning in a tiny village of one shop, two pubs a school , a Church and fifty houses.The community managed well. The Coffey funeral was at 11.00 a.m.,the Feeney funeral an hour and a half later.The Coffey mourners were in the graveyard before the Feeney mourners arrived in the Church.Two desperate sad occasions.One life lived to its fullest span,exceeding the four score and ten,the other tragically cut short in its prime.
There is no convenient time to die.no matter what age you are.
The locals know and love the bereaved families.Every house was represented.Both families were consoled ,if consolation is possible.These people will not die in the minds of their families .There is not a day that I don't think of those who went before me and I expect everybody is the same.Our religion tells us that life is everlasting and that there is a Resurrection of the body on the Last Day.The Church was overflowing for both funerals so that many,many more were left outside than were inside.Thoughtfully outside loudspeakers were mounted.Lapsed and a la carte Catholics were not long getting back into harness.Just scratch the surface.
Many stayed in the Church from before 11.00 a.m. to after 1.30 p.m.to pay their respects to both.Thousands of mourners from outside the Parish turned up ,both on the Thursday night and the Friday to pay their respects.Many came from abroad.
Dinny's brother P.J .came home from America.Daughters Blaithnid and Siobhain came from Australia and England respectively.Joe Coffey came from England and the Fagan brothers also came from England.Gerry Coogan came from the States.
I'.m sure there were more.
Cromwell could not scatter us better than our own.
Normally at funerals you get at least some animated chatter as the non locals scan for the "boys",i.e.the boozers and the "wild men "to sidle up to and have the craic.All the while paying respect to the bereaved and thanking the Lord it is not themselves.
But not on Friday,with a few exceptions.You could cut the sadness with a knife.Why .why oh why.Were there some there who may have pushed too far ?You would go mad wondering.
There were those there who have gone through this process in their own circle.The first thing a family thinks of in the morning and the last thing at night,.You could see it in their faces.
Under the governance of our own it is getting too common by far.
A Day of Reckoning will come and authors of the glib cliches will get their just desserts.
Friday evening at six meself and Liam prayed hard.Everybody here is doing likewise.
We don't need more days like this.
There is no convenient time to die.no matter what age you are.
The locals know and love the bereaved families.Every house was represented.Both families were consoled ,if consolation is possible.These people will not die in the minds of their families .There is not a day that I don't think of those who went before me and I expect everybody is the same.Our religion tells us that life is everlasting and that there is a Resurrection of the body on the Last Day.The Church was overflowing for both funerals so that many,many more were left outside than were inside.Thoughtfully outside loudspeakers were mounted.Lapsed and a la carte Catholics were not long getting back into harness.Just scratch the surface.
Many stayed in the Church from before 11.00 a.m. to after 1.30 p.m.to pay their respects to both.Thousands of mourners from outside the Parish turned up ,both on the Thursday night and the Friday to pay their respects.Many came from abroad.
Dinny's brother P.J .came home from America.Daughters Blaithnid and Siobhain came from Australia and England respectively.Joe Coffey came from England and the Fagan brothers also came from England.Gerry Coogan came from the States.
I'.m sure there were more.
Cromwell could not scatter us better than our own.
Normally at funerals you get at least some animated chatter as the non locals scan for the "boys",i.e.the boozers and the "wild men "to sidle up to and have the craic.All the while paying respect to the bereaved and thanking the Lord it is not themselves.
But not on Friday,with a few exceptions.You could cut the sadness with a knife.Why .why oh why.Were there some there who may have pushed too far ?You would go mad wondering.
There were those there who have gone through this process in their own circle.The first thing a family thinks of in the morning and the last thing at night,.You could see it in their faces.
Under the governance of our own it is getting too common by far.
A Day of Reckoning will come and authors of the glib cliches will get their just desserts.
Friday evening at six meself and Liam prayed hard.Everybody here is doing likewise.
We don't need more days like this.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Death of Alacoque Coffey,Dunderry.
With the tragic death of Dinny Feeney the death of probably the oldest woman in the Parish has gone relatively unnoticed except by those nearest to her and her many friends and neighbours.She was 92 years old and a she was a very pleasant and charming woman.She lived in Churchtown ,Dunderry and for many years called in to visit us with her great friend Dot Rattigan on her way to or from the Bingo in Dunderry Hall in the days when when the Bingo was well attended before the smoking ban emptied it effectively.
She is survived by her sons Pat ,Francie and Joseph and daughters May and Evelyn and many grandchildren and great grandchildren and a wide circle of friends and neighbours.
GAA fans will remember well the exploits of Pat and Francie on the football fields of Meath when the graced the Dunderry football team which won the 1970 I.F.C. of which my uncle Tommy Mac Cormack was manager and of whom he was a great friend.
Pat is a regular at Dunderry Mass and Francie often drops into the Church for a private prayer.I met him recently on one such occasion and he said that he often prays for Tommy MC Cormack and Peter Brady who ferried them around the football fields of Meath a half century ago ,when cars were as scarce as hen's teeth.Great to see that someone remembers them with affection.
The remains will arrive in Dunderry Church at 7.00 this (Thursday ) evening and will be brought to Dunderry Graveyard after 11.00 a.m. Mass tomorrow (Friday).
ON my own behalf and the wider GAA community I extend my sincere condolences to her family.friends and neighbours.
Ar dheis DE go raibh a hanam dilis.
She is survived by her sons Pat ,Francie and Joseph and daughters May and Evelyn and many grandchildren and great grandchildren and a wide circle of friends and neighbours.
GAA fans will remember well the exploits of Pat and Francie on the football fields of Meath when the graced the Dunderry football team which won the 1970 I.F.C. of which my uncle Tommy Mac Cormack was manager and of whom he was a great friend.
Pat is a regular at Dunderry Mass and Francie often drops into the Church for a private prayer.I met him recently on one such occasion and he said that he often prays for Tommy MC Cormack and Peter Brady who ferried them around the football fields of Meath a half century ago ,when cars were as scarce as hen's teeth.Great to see that someone remembers them with affection.
The remains will arrive in Dunderry Church at 7.00 this (Thursday ) evening and will be brought to Dunderry Graveyard after 11.00 a.m. Mass tomorrow (Friday).
ON my own behalf and the wider GAA community I extend my sincere condolences to her family.friends and neighbours.
Ar dheis DE go raibh a hanam dilis.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Dinny Feeney deceased.
On Easter Monday last Dinny Feeney died tragically.He was 57 years young.His land mearned mine at one side and we often interacted in a farming as well as a sporting and social sense.I fround him to be an absolute gentleman as a neighbour.It is in the nature of things that sometimes animals stray ,either one way or another.Between us these matters were not a problem. A gentleman through and through.
We spoke Sunday night at mid nigh at the birthday bash of his brother Tommy.I had a few on board and not having seen him for a while,compared notes about the shortage of fodder and we parted extolling the decency of each other.He seemed the finest.
I hurled and kicked football with Dinny.At that stage we were not in the first bloom of youth.He was hard and fair and gave it all he had.He worked that hard at the farming that he had little time for training.He was an exemplary farmer.
Feeneys always kept ponies and horses.Dinny ,his wife and children were avid horse people and great hunt supporters.
Lately himself and his wife Niamh joined the Lycra cycling brigade and took to it like ducks to water.
I drank with him,played football and hurling with him,farmed alongside him,had the craic with him and had the great pleasure of training his daughters, son ,brothers and nieces and nephews in hurling and camogie.
Like everybody else in the Parish I am shattered ,heartbroken and in a state of shock .
His remains will be reposing at his home tomorrow Thursday from 4.00 to 8.00.
The funeral will be to Dunderry Church on Friday at 12.00 noon,burial afterwards at the local cemetery.
To his devastated wife Niamh,son Thomas,daughters Blaithnid and Siobhan,father Tom ,brothers Tommy and P.J.,sisters Anne ( Callaghan )and Olive (Martin ) and his many nieces and nephews we extend our sympathies in these their darkest hours and days.
Dinny and his extended family were at the core of the GAA Club for generations and indeed the Camogie and Fair Committee ,to mention but a few of the clubs he was involved with.His untimely death strikes at the very heart of the community.
Ar dheis DE go raibh a hanam dilis.
We spoke Sunday night at mid nigh at the birthday bash of his brother Tommy.I had a few on board and not having seen him for a while,compared notes about the shortage of fodder and we parted extolling the decency of each other.He seemed the finest.
I hurled and kicked football with Dinny.At that stage we were not in the first bloom of youth.He was hard and fair and gave it all he had.He worked that hard at the farming that he had little time for training.He was an exemplary farmer.
Feeneys always kept ponies and horses.Dinny ,his wife and children were avid horse people and great hunt supporters.
Lately himself and his wife Niamh joined the Lycra cycling brigade and took to it like ducks to water.
I drank with him,played football and hurling with him,farmed alongside him,had the craic with him and had the great pleasure of training his daughters, son ,brothers and nieces and nephews in hurling and camogie.
Like everybody else in the Parish I am shattered ,heartbroken and in a state of shock .
His remains will be reposing at his home tomorrow Thursday from 4.00 to 8.00.
The funeral will be to Dunderry Church on Friday at 12.00 noon,burial afterwards at the local cemetery.
To his devastated wife Niamh,son Thomas,daughters Blaithnid and Siobhan,father Tom ,brothers Tommy and P.J.,sisters Anne ( Callaghan )and Olive (Martin ) and his many nieces and nephews we extend our sympathies in these their darkest hours and days.
Dinny and his extended family were at the core of the GAA Club for generations and indeed the Camogie and Fair Committee ,to mention but a few of the clubs he was involved with.His untimely death strikes at the very heart of the community.
Ar dheis DE go raibh a hanam dilis.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Dunderry numb in Shock
This Parish has suffered more than its fair share of tragedy this while back.I thought that we had seen it all.I was wrong.Everybody was rocked to their foundation today by a tragedy of unimaginable sadness and despair. I am devastated.
Time will enable fuller reportage.
Time will enable fuller reportage.
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