In the past two weeks our local community has witnessed the deaths
of several of its members, including two men who had spent their early years in
Athy but lived away from their home town for many decades.
Dympna O’Flaherty and May O’Neill were in their eighties when they
passed away. Dympna, who possessed a
beautiful singing voice, was a member of the various musical societies which
graced the stages of the Town Hall and St. John’s Hall from the late 1930s
onwards. The many photographs which have
come down to us of the musicals and shows of the society which flourished in
Athy over 70 years ago invariably included amongst the casts a young Dympna and
her sister May. Those halcyon days of
community music making coincided with the Second World War and was marked by enthusiastic
groups of young and not so young men and women who came together to give Athy a
musical heritage of which it is justifiably proud.
That same generation will recall the music of Joe O’Neill, a musical
genius whose Stardust Band criss crossed the Irish countryside in friendly
competition with Mick Delahunty and his orchestra from Clonmel so many years
ago. May O’Neill, the only daughter of
parents from Convent Lane, married Joe O’Neill, an only son from St. Joseph’s
Terrace. Several members of their large
family inherited the musical talents of their late father and indeed the
O’Neill family organised a music fest in Athy for charity over this October
Bank Holiday weekend. May was a well
loved lady whose memories stretched back to recall neighbours and friends whose
men folk died during World War 1 and who were largely unremembered and
unhonoured in the town of their birth for many decades. She was justifiably gratified when in more
recent years it was possible to remember, without rancour, the young men from
Athy and district who died in that war.
Jack Doyle who also passed away recently was remembered by me as a
past pupil of the local Christian Brothers School in St. John’s Lane. Jack was one of the few from the St. John’s
Lane school who was fortunate enough to find employment in his home town. Like his father Tom he worked in the Asbestos
factory before retiring some years ago on health grounds.
Josephine Kenny, formerly a Prendergast of Milltown, died last week
after a long illness. She was
predeceased by her husband Jimmy who died some years ago and is survived by her
four daughters Eileen, Mary, Geraldine and Siobhan. Her funeral mass was, I believe, a musically
warm hearted farewell for a well loved mother.
The day of Josephine’s
funeral I was in Dublin attending the funeral of an Athy man whom I first met
nearly 20 years ago. Reggie Hannon was
the sixth of eight children of Rex Hannon and Grace Telford of Ardreigh. His grandfather, John Alexander Hannon, who
lived in Ardreigh House where I am penning these lines, was the proprietor of
the mills which operated up to the mid 1920s at Ardreigh and Duke Street,
Athy. Reggie married Elizabeth Colclough
from Carlow and they lived in Dublin in a house which they called ‘Ardreigh’. Reggie was a fund of knowledge on Athy and
its people of the 1930s and later. He
was a wonderful man of courteous and charming manner, whose passing is a sad
blow for his wife Elizabeth and daughters Gina and Ingrid.
By a strange coincidence
Eddie Browne, who like Reggie Hannon once lived in Ardreigh, died last
week. A retired Post Office official who
lived in the south east for many years, Eddie was the brother of Billy and
Kieran Browne.
Attending so many funerals
over the past few weeks brought home to me the importance of the rituals which
are part and parcel of the funeral rites of Christian burials. They are very much an essential part of the
community’s desire to unite in sympathy for the loss of one of its own, while
at the same time affording comfort to the family of the deceased. The marking of the last resting place with a
gravestone is generally the final act in the grieving process and helps to
retain within the local community that final reminder of the person who was
once one of us. As the generations pass
the community’s memory lessens and so our cemeteries become not so much places
of family pilgrimage as repositories of a past local history.
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