It
was the wettest night of the year. This did not stop the friends and neighbours
of Johnny Duffy turning up to O'Reilly's on Seafort Avenue for a final
farewell to the Sandymount barber, Johnny Duffy. Johnny spent forty four
years in Sandymount. It was fitting that the elder statesman of Seafort
Villas, Mickey Stenson, made the presentation. Four generations of the
Stenson family have attended the barber's shop on Seafort Avenue, which
has now made way for (you've guessed it!) apartments.
In a moving speech both Johnny
and his wife Alice paid great tribute to the friendliness and homeliness
that was always in Sandymount for them. Though living on the northside,
they regarded Sandymount as their real home. It was an entertaining night
which was greatly added to by the ballad singing of Tony Robinson. He
set the mood for John Handley, Eamonn Prenderville, the Mooney twins,
Des and William to add their fine voices to the occasion. John's wife
Alice stole the show for the ladies with Margaret Handley, Anne Robinson,
Mrs. Mullins, Madge O'Neill, Maureen Dowling, Bibi Whearity, and Mrs.
O'Reilly giving great support.
Special
thanks must go to Paul O'Reilly for providing the catering provisions
and to Bibi Whearity and her sister Helen for making up the rake of sandwiches
from his generosity.
Finally to Johnny Duffy
who has moved to Ringsned, thanks for the memories. (above right) The
elder statesman of Seafort Villas, Mickey Stenson, making a presentation
to Johnny Duffy on behalf of the friends and neighbours of Seafort Villas
and Avenue. (above left) Johnny and his wife Alice.
Farewell
To Sandymount
They've taken
the top off Johnny Duffy's
The site's had a short back and sides.
And gone is the floor where the hair was,
Where our barber no longer resides.
Oh, many's the stout man who sat there,
Bemoaning bad bets on the hounds,
Awaiting his turn on the high chair,
Snip, snip, razor buzz, chummy sounds.
Oh, where is the board for the chizzler,
Proud mother looks on with concern,
As a baby hair floats from the scissors,
Lest son's left with a crooked side-burn.
And the ancient TV that sounds off-beat,
With 'Neighbours' perpetually on,
The out-of-date 'Suns' on the bench seat,
To the dump with the rubble have gone.
There's a gap in the life of the village,
And we must succumb to the trend,
Apartments and yuppies for the New Age,
And Johnny's gone back to Ringsend.
Mr. Sharpe
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