The death has occurred of Richard Walsh, Ballinlough, Lanmore, Liscarney, Westport.
Richard was born on the 5th June, 1944 to Walter and Annie Walsh. He was the youngest of the family and a brother to Mary Grady and Ann Steed. He is predeceased by his parents and brother-in-law Gerard Steed. Richard stayed at home in Lanmore to look after the family farm, a task he took on with great pride as he loved his animals, particularly his cows and indeed had a pet name for most of his animals. In his younger days Richard loved to dance and wherever he went devilment and craic wouldn’t be far behind.
Richard will be missed by his sisters Mary and Ann, brother-in-law Pat Grady, nieces, nephews, grand-nieces and grand-nephews.
His good neighbor, Elizabeth Ann, wrote the following lovely words about Richard, which sums him up perfectly.
May he rest in peace.
My Friend Richard
What can I say about Richard? The words vocal, opinionated, and stubborn spring to mind but behind that front, once he let you in, was a kind caring and wonderful neighbour to me.
He was a simple man with a love of nature and his cattle, sheep and poultry were his pride and joy. Many would say they were like children to him as he had a name for each of them.
He was witty, had an answer for everything, was capable of saying anything and look many of us do, always believed he was right even when proven wrong. Richard always liked to have the last word. He had a nickname for everyone which I am sure many of you will agree often made keeping up the conversation difficult especially when you were a “blow in” from Manchester like me and you would have to give the conversation your full attention otherwise you could very easily come back with the totally wrong end of the stick.
He had great time for children and as kids growing up myself and my brother would spend more time in Richard and Walties than we did at home with Richard attempting to teach me the secret of making a good homemade cake and to knit socks, both of which I am embarrassed to admit, without success.
It’s hard to believe but I have it from good authority “my mum” that in his heyday Richard was a fantastic dancer and as a result believe it or not, was a bit of a “ladies man”. The ladies would queue up to get a dance from him and the highlight of the night was a jive from Richard, must said that if you didn’t get a dance with Richard then the night was “simply a waste”.
In more recent years Richard may have lived alone but I can assure you he was never short of company and had a good circle of friends. He had a strong friendship with the Calvey family and in particular Martin and his son Ciaran who no matter what time of the day or night were never more that a phone call away.
Now don’t get me wrong, Richard, like all of us, was no saint and each of us who knew him could tell a story or two involving him most of which would have you in stitches and certainly not suitable for telling from the altar.
Richard’s passing has left a massive void in all of our lives and I know that living in our part of the village now will never be the same. Richard may be gone but he has left a legacy which will certainly live on. He will never be forgetten and will always hold a special place in my heart and in the hearts of those who loved him.
May he rest in peace.