The Unfinished conversation:
‘There you are …… ‘
‘Grand, Grand ….’
‘Isn’t there a fine stretch in the evenings now’
Aye – there’s a fair dazzle of daffodils over the old road’
‘Did you hear that McCoy’s retiring! And didn’t he drive in a 14/1 winner, at the front every step of the way, at his last Cheltenham.’
‘Sure, many a time I’ve seen him near lift an animal over the line to get a winner’ – we will not see his like again.’
‘If you had to guess who, in their seventies, would record an album of songs associated with Frank Sinatra and pull it off who would you pick?’
‘Not Bob! But after the Christmas record who could ever be surprised again!’ We will not see his like again’
‘You’d hardly recognise the lad now – he’s up to my shoulder’
‘God bless him – isn’t it natural. Before too long it’s you that will be looking up at him’
‘Well I can see you need to be on your way. I’ll see you further on up the road’
‘Aye, but take your time, take your time – there’s plenty of road.’
In memory of my friend, Vincent Roche (RIP) who was one of nature’s gentlemen.
A craftsman, a scholar of music and horseflesh and a man of wry humour and quiet dignity.
Vincent was a proud Irishman from Foxford in the County of Mayo.
We often traded lines from the great ballads of the Irish tradition as opening salvos or payoff lines in our conversations:
‘… And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow’
‘… He never tried to go railing from Ennis as far as Kilkee’
‘… One star awake as the swan in the evening moved over the lake’
‘… Down by the sally gardens my love and I did meet’
‘… The pale moon was rising above the green mountain’
‘… And I said let grief be a falling leaf at the dawning of the day’
Today, in his honour, I feature a luminous performance of, ‘Carrickfergus’ by the greatest singer Ireland has ever produced, Van Morrison, accompanied by the legendary Chieftains who provide the sympathetic melodic and rhythmic ground against which Van weaves his profound magic.
Van makes emotionally real the knowledge we have in our bones that our relations and dearest friends are all bound to pass on like the melting snow.
Treasure them while you share the same stretch of road.
Wherever we wander most of us keep an image in our hearts of the home place and all of us are mesmerised by the waves of the salty sea ebbing and flowing as they have done for millennia before we were born and as they will do long after we are gone.
P.S. Those of you interested in my more literary efforts and Ireland might like to look up the, ‘Once In A Blue Moon A Poem’ post below.