Thanks Dad - For Sharing Life's Journey With Me

In 1928 in Ireland, perhaps like most of the world itNo television, no electricity, no running water just
was a country dealing with a lot of political strife andgood old story telling that sometimes would frighten
unrest, so one can only imagine how difficult it wasyou to high heavens. Then you would go asleep with
to make ends meet and raise a family.This was aone eye half open.
time just after the Easter Rising of 1916 and the CivilHe intended to emigrate as did nearly all of his eight
War of 1921, momentous occasions in the history ofbrothers and four sisters, but he just loved Ireland so
Ireland and well documented in history books aroundmuch and the Irish way. Then in 1954 he met my
the world.darling mother Catherine Grehan. After a few years
Dad's Arrivalcourtship they tied the knot on the 14th of February
Well during all this strife, like today and everyday life1955 and over the years blessed me with four
goes on, and on the 29th of January 1928my fatherbrothers and ten sisters. My brothers are Martin,
was born to proud parents Martin and Margaret. AndAidan, John, Francis (R.I.P) and my sisters are
as was tradition in Ireland one son would be calledMargaret, Ann, Claire, Gabrielle, and Joan (R.I.P).
after the father, and lo and behold Dad wasMajella, Angela, Carmel, Frances, Mary. Many of us
christened Martin.wear the family crest rings displaying the family pride.
Martin and Margaret were normal average goodWe have a sport in Ireland which is known as GAA
descent folk, who had a small holding of about thirtyHurling, it is reckoned to be one of the fastest
acres, set under the foothills of the Slieve Bloomgames in the world. The game is played with a Hurley
Mountains in the County of Laois (once referred tostick, and the ball when struck at full force travels at
as Queens County during an occupation of oura speed of one hundred miles an hour. Playing this
nearest neighbours England). During the wintergame or looking at other teams playing was our
months the conditions were harsh in this part of thepastime on Sundays and I treasure every moment I
world, with the wind sweeping down from thespent with my Dad on these occasions. When I was
mountain, and especially if there was sleet or snowvery young I actually thought he invented the game
falling and you happened to be caught out in it, I stillbecause he knew so much about it and knew so
get a tingling feeling when I think of the way thosemany people involved. The culmination of the sporting
hailstones would pelt off my face and hands it sureyear was when the final was played in Croke Park
was tough.when family members from all over the world would
Summer, now that's a different story. The beautifulreturn and attend. For close on forty years I
mountain took on a different meaning to me, it wasattended those games with my Dad and I'm so glad
the most wonderful place to be, the scent ofI did, as now that he has passed on I sometimes
heather wafted through the air and I felt sad fordwell on those precious memories to lift my spirits
those people who lived in cities that would neverwhen things get a little tough.
experience the joy of this freedom and living withA little advice on Dads
nature in this way.You don't always have to agree with what they say,
By all accounts Dad was a well liked young man inbut it's no harm to listen because remember if your
the locality, no saint either, got up to all the mischieflucky enough to have a Dad around for the amount
and devilment that young boys get up to, simpleof time I had, they sure experience a lot and a lot of
stuff like grabbing apples from orchards or pullingwhat they experienced can certainly be helpful when
pranks on neighbours. One of the stories I still findanalyzed and used correctly. Tolerance is a great
quite funny was a time when he and his olderattribute.
brother John, during nightfall tied a burning fir bushMy Dad passed on to next part of his journey on the
behind a bicycle and rode at speed past a neighbour3rd of July 2010, I miss him, I love him and I know
on our very dark road. The neighbour ran as fast aswe will meet again.
he could, entered another neighbour's house andToday I am a Dad with three sons, two daughters, a
recanted that he had just encountered Satan on thegranddaughter and I hope that one day, you too will
road outside and requested that they send for thebe a Dad and get a passion for life and have great
priest and have the area blessed immediately. Goodmemories.
old honest to God fun.Don't ever be afraid to say sorry for mistakes that
Dad's Early Lifehave been made and always have a sense of
Dad worked hard from an early age, this meantforgiveness, its healthy and rewarding.
getting up at six in the morning before going toMy dad was a classy man and loved wearing his
school to help with the milking of cows and othercustom made suits complimented with a nice piece of
farm chores, a three mile walk to school after that,jewelry like his family crest rings or claddagh. He was
where he got a basic education and then a three milea proud, considerate and humble man that would
walk back, farm chores again, a bit of study and bed.assist anyone at any time. May he rest in peace.