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Liam Dillon R.I.P.

Photo; John Flynn, Blackwater Photographic Society


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Ní Bheidh a Leithéidí Arís i mo Shaol


For me, Listowel has not been the same since Anne Dillon passed away. With Liam now gone to his eternal reward, Listowel is that little bit more grey.

I came to Listowel to live in 1975. Liam was the local shopkeeper and Anne was a teacher in the local secondary school. Today, 46 years later, I am mourning the loss of my two great friends and two of my favourite Kerry born people in the whole world.

I came to know Anne first as a work colleague. She soon became a friend. Anyone who knew Anne also knew Liam. They were a team. Even though they had separate very different interests and very rich separate lives, they shared so much and they were one of the closest couples I know. Anne and Liam adored one another. The care they always gave to one another was magnified one hundred fold when, first Liam, and then Anne, fell ill.

Liam passed away peacefully on Good Friday 2021, two years after his beloved Anne. He was surrounded in his last weeks by his devoted family, Colette, Aine and his best mate, Éamonn.

Go gcloise tú ceol na n-éan ab ansa leat, i measc na naomh is na n-aingeal sna Flaithis go síoraí, a Liam.

I am reproducing here some of the lovely eulogy delivered by Éamonn at his dad’s funeral mass. The photographs that are not mine are  Éamonn’s.

Liam Dillon and his dog, Sparky, in Ballybunion in the 1950s.

Liam was born at No. 62 Church Street, Listowel on the 2nd July 1941 to John Joe Dillon and Eileen Lane. Liam was always immensely proud of the fact that he was at least the seventh generation of the Dillon family to be born in the town of Listowel itself. Prior to that, his family came from Cnoc an Fhásaigh.

Dad had a truly wonderful life. Liam married Anne Stack from Carrueragh, Knockanure in 1969 and they went on to have three children, Colette and Áine and myself.  Liam inherited the family shop at 62 Church Street and he ran that until he retired several years ago. No 62 Church Street was originally erected in 1870 by Paddy Lane (Liam’s maternal grandfather)  for his daughters. Liam’s paternal grandfather, Bill Dillon, came from further down Church Street where Walsh’s hardware shop used to be. 


Anne and Liam Dillon in The Listowel Arms in 2017

Liam was absolutely devastated when our mother Anne, who looked after him as they used to say “like a sick priest”, first fell ill and then passed away on the 3rd June 2019. 

Liam himself was initially diagnosed with cancer back in 2016 but Dad never complained and took everything in his stride, and with treatment, he lived a very full and happy life until last Christmas when his health suddenly deteriorated. 


Anne and Liam with neighbours and friends on Church Street

All throughout his life, Liam’s many friends, neighbours and relations in the town of Listowel generally, and in Church Street in particular, were a considerable source of delight to him.  Listowel and Church Street were also very important to him. Liam was born at No. 62 Church Street, had his business at No, 62 Church Street and, even when he retired from the shop at No. 62, he only moved a few doors up the street to the Old Rectory in Upper Church Street. And indeed St. Michael’s Graveyard, which will be his final resting place, is just a few steps further up the Street and across the road from The Old Rectory.  

The importance of place to Liam was always evident. Even though he travelled widely in earlier years, he was always happiest back in Listowel.  Over the past 20 months, since Mum passed away, his neighbours, family, in-laws and many friends all have rallied around. 

Of course, Dad had a very wide variety of interests. Since Anne died, he loved nothing more than spending time in his beloved aviary with his canaries and quail which he got back into after the passage of more than 65 years. 

Liam also loved reading, both history and fiction, his garden and plants, indoor and outdoor and, up to very recent years, walking as well as breeding and showing dogs.  We spent many a bank holiday over the years at Irish Kennel Club Dog Shows all over the country. Dad both showed and judged dogs in the Terrier and Toy classes at Irish Kennel Club dog shows. His registered kennel prefix was “Oldcourt” (harking back to his relations, the O’Sullivans, at the Old Court in Lixnaw) and, when he spotted entries with Ch (denoting champion) coupled with the Oldcourt prefix, he was always intensely proud. For many years Liam also had greyhounds, both coursing and track (an interest he shared with Patrick Walsh). 

Liam loved to tell the story about the time when, with his father, John Joe, in the 1950’s, he went to purchase a greyhound pup in Tipperary. One small brindle pup ran up to him and he selected that. However his father told him that “solids” were better runners and so he put down the brindle pup and selected a “solid”. Dad went on to have great luck and success with that pup and she even ran in the final of the Oaks. However, he would ruefully then point out that the first pup he picked up and put down also ran in the same race and won!

Liam and Anne with Eddie Moylan and myself at Listowel Races a few years ago.

Liam also enjoyed horse racing from the time when he used to attend the races with his own father as a child and that interest endured to the very end  with him enjoying, and keenly following, the racing from Cheltenham just the week before he passed away. 

Dad also loved music. When Dad was at home he played music every day. Our neighbours next door often mentioned to me how much they liked listening to the classical music that he played in the mornings. He especially liked the André Rieu concerts. However I am not sure what they made of the training videos that he regularly played for the young canary cocks to improve their singing! 

When Liam was in the Palliative Care Unit in Tralee for the past nine weeks, we all took turns playing songs that he requested. His taste was wide and varied.  Most of his selections, were, to us, very predictable. We knew what he liked.  “Red Sails in the Sunset”, “Doonaree” and selections from Oklahoma were regular favourites.  But he completely surprised me one evening when he asked me to play “Two out of Three Ain’t Bad” by Meatloaf. When I expressed some surprise at this apparently unusual choice he completely astounded me by commenting that Meatloaf was a great performer live! He went to explain that he had attended a Meatloaf concert in Tralee with our late mother many years ago. Our father, the rocker!!!

 Dad was also very social and it would be true to say that our house was very much an “open house” over the years. Mum and Dad had a very wide circle of friends and relations who regularly called in over the years. We used to joke that the house was like Grand Central Station sometimes. All however were made very welcome and all their friends and relations brought much pleasure to both Mum and Dad over the years. It was one of the great disappointments this past year that Covid-19 prevented these visits. 

On occasions such as this it is often said that a person had a great faith. This was never truer than with Dad. He had a very private and intense faith and belief which never waivered.

 

One of the gifts (symbols of Liam’s life) that was brought up to the altar today was the poem “The Street” by the late, great John B. Keane. I must also say that although John B. nowadays is most often associated with William Street, he was born and raised in Church Street and is thus, rightfully, claimed by us. As we gather here today to honour and to give thanks for Liam’s life, the final stanza of John B’s “The Street” is, I think, rather apt.

“A golden mellow peace forever clings

Along the little street.

There are so very many lasting things

beyond the wall of strife

in our beleaguered life.

There are so many lovely songs to sing

of God and his eternal love that rings

of simple people and of simple things”

Beidh tú saor anois go deo, Liam. Slán abhaile. 


Liam and Éamonn Dillon, September 2020

A Puppy, Listowel Pitch and Putt and Brendan Kennelly Literary Archive to be Launched in Trinity

 Photo;  Angela Copps, Blackwater Photographic Society

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Pitch and Putt


The dedicated people at Listowel Pitch and Putt Club have been putting the weeks of enforced  course closure to good use. It was a work in progress the day I visited but I must return to view the finished upgrade. Everyone is talking about how marvellous it looks.

The lovely tee boxes dedicated to some of the old stock of the town are being repainted.

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Signs of Hope at The Island

Please God by September we’ll be joining the hordes tramping across that bridge.

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A Zoom Date for the Diary



 “Launch of the Brendan Kennelly Literary Archive in the Library of Trinity College Dublin” 

Date Time: Apr 15, 2021 11:00 AM Dublin 


Description: Marking the announcement of the Brendan Kennelly Literary Archive in the Library of Trinity College Dublin and on the occasion of the poet’s eighty fifth birthday later this month, the Provost of Trinity College Dublin invites you to a special online event. 

The event will feature a read message from the President of Ireland, Michael D. Higgins along with selected poems recited by celebrated singer, Bono, poet Paula Meehan and Trinity student Lily O’Byrne,  

The initiative is in association with the Library of Trinity College Dublin, the Brendan Kennelly Literary Trust and the Kennelly Family. 

All are welcome. 

Easter Windows, Ballybunion, Listowel Writers’ Week 2021 and Setting you straight on Bats

Mr. Jiggs is waiting for warmer weather so he can go outdoors.

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Irish Novel of the Year 2021


It would take more than a pandemic to keep the doughty folk at Listowel Writers’ Week down.

The show is still on the road, albeit virtually. The finalists for the big prize, Kerry Group Irish Novel of the Year, has just been announced. I must confess I haven’t read any of these tempting offers from some new kids on the block. I intend to remedy that omission immediately.  Fair dues to Listowel Writers’ Week for encouraging novelists who have the bravery to publish a book in a time with no book launches, no libraries open and a recession looming.  I’ll be back to you with my verdict on the books

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Some Easter Window Displays in 2021

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Ballybunion Remembers

As you walk around the castle green in Ballybunion it is lovely to read the memorials on the seats. People who once walked where you are now are commemorated on the park benches where you may rest and take in the view.


Here are a few of those plaques. 

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As Clear sighted as a Bat


Where did we get the notion that bats are blind? Most species of bat have eyes  that they use to seek out prey and to avoid bumping into objects. Many do not use echolocation at all. The bats that hang out in Ireland use both sonar and their tiny eyes to navigate and hunt.

The bat market in Wuhan must one of the very few such places in the world, because, according to my book (pictured above) “very few humans find bats palatable.” 

Would you eat one?

Ballybunion and a Snowy Fact

Wishing and Hoping

Tana would love to see normal service resumed for amateur equestrian sports. People who know tell me that the horses are really missing the camaraderie, the thrill and competitiveness of their hobbies.

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Aspects of Ballybunion

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It’s Never too Cold to Snow


Distilled wisdom from

It snows in Alaska at minus 40 degrees. Snow once fell at The South Pole at minus 50. 

So where did we get this too cold to snow idea?

In Northern Europe very cold weather is very often associated with high pressure. When the pressure is high there is little air movement, so the cold air sinks, warming as it falls. This means that there is little water left in the air to form clouds. 

Although it is bitterly cold there is no cloud to produce snow.

Easter Sunday 2021, a Riverside Walk and The Real Reason Lepers wore Bells

There’s a Bridle Hanging on the Wall

Horse in Kanturk patiently waits for a  spot of outdoor exercise.

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River Walk, Easter Sunday 2021


I met Derry Buckley and his fishing club friends  as I set out on the river bank walk.

The Guerin family and doggie were picnicking by The Feale.

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Easter Greetings


Listowel Business and Community Alliance had a great idea to have some of the diaspora reminisce for a while about growing up in Listowel. The result is this lovely nostalgic video.


Easter Greetings from Abroad

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Into the Woods



In Gurtenard Wood


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Believe  it or not

In these days of Covid 19 we are very aware of contagion and the necessity for social distancing to prevent the spread of communicable disease.

Those of us who dont subscribe to the conspiracy theories, are not waiting for The Rapture. We wear our masks, stay home and wait for a vaccine. We have placed our trust in science. I hope it will eventually free us.

Since time immemorial the most dreaded communicable disease was leprosy. Lepers were once forbidden to marry or to appear in court. They were only allowed to speak to a non leper if they stood downwind  of him.

Leprosy was very much a biblical disease, an outward punishment caused by inward sin. It was a priest not a doctor who diagnosed you a leper.

All that changed when many returning crusaders were afflicted with leprosy. Attitudes changed  and now leprosy was rebranded as a holy disease. Many European monarchs set up leper colonies. Lepers were allowed to  mix freely, although they still lived separately. They were allowed to beg and it was considered to be a holy act to give to a leper. This is why lepers took to wearing bells, not, as it was wrongly assumed, to warn people of their proximity but to alert them to the opportunity to make a donation to a good cause.

The plague of 1348 to 1350 put an end to leprosy.  The bubonic plague and tuberculosis attacked the already weakened immune systems of lepers. They succumbed to the disease in huge numbers and eventually there were not enough of them left to spread leprosy and the disease died out.

I learned all this from the Second Book of General Ignorance.


 

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