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Death Of Nellie Ceaser, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

It was with great sadness that we learned of the death yesterday, Sunday 5th May 2024, of
Mrs Ellen (Nellie) Ceaser (née Hayes), Galbertstown, Holycross, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

In her 95th year, and pre-deceased by her husband Dinny (Denis), her sons Paul, Denis and Seamus (Sheamy), her grandchildren James, Frances Marie and Eileen; Mrs Ceaser passed away peacefully at her place of residence, surrounded by her loving family.

Her passing is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by her sorrowing family; daughters Sheila (Brazil, New Jersey), Marie (O’Dwyer), Helen (Hammersley), Martina, Frances (Cuddihy, Kilkenny), her sons Tom (London), John (Jack) and Gerry, sons-in-law Denis, Denny, Joe, John Joe and John, daughter-in-law Mary, grandchildren, great grandchildren, nieces, nephews, extended relatives, neighbours, wonderful carers and a wide circle of friends.

Requiescat in Pace.

Funeral Arrangements.

The earthly remains of Mrs Ceaser will repose at her home (Eircode E41W306), on Wednesday afternoon, May 8th from 3:00pm until 7:30pm, before being received into the former Cistercian Monastery Church, at Holycross, Thurles, Co. Tipperary, to arrive at 8.15pm, same evening. Funeral Mass will be celebrated on Thursday at 12:00 noon, followed by burial in the adjoining graveyard.

For those persons who are unable to attend the funeral service for Mrs Ceaser, same can be viewed streamed live online, HERE.

The extended Ceaser family wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time, and have made arrangements for those persons wishing to send messages of condolence, to use the link shown HERE.

Note Please: Family flowers only, donations if desired to the Community Hospital of the Assumption, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.


Ar dheis Dé go raibh a h-anam dílis.

Death Of Martin Prout, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

It was with great sadness that we learned of the death yesterday, Sunday 5th May 2024, of Mr Martin Prout, Garryclough, Gortnahoe, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

In his 94th year, and pre-deceased by his beloved wife Nellie, parents Robert and Mary-Ellen, brothers John and Michael and sister Mary-Bridget; Mr Prout passed away peacefully at his place of residence, surrounded by his loving family.

His passing is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by his sorrowing family; Mary, Robert, Siobhàn, Helen and Brian, daughters-in-law Patricia and Anne-Marie, sons-in-law John (Collins), John (Dunleavy) and John (Sheedy), grandchildren Rory, Neidìn, Jake, Bobby, Karl, Zach, Rachel, Hannah and Ellen, great-grandson Rowan, brother-in-law Tom, sister-in-law Rita, nieces, nephews, extended relatives, neighbours and a wide circle of friends.

Requiescat in Pace.

Funeral Arrangements.

The earthly remains of Mr Prout will repose at his home, [E41 AT22], on tomorrow afternoon, Tuesday, May 7th, from 4:30pm until 7:30pm same evening.
His remains will be received into the Church of the Sacred Heart, Gortnahoe, Thurles on Wednesday morning, May 8th, to further repose for Requiem Mass at 11:30am, followed by interment, immediately afterwards, in Boulick Cemetery, Gortnahoe, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

For those persons who are unable to attend the funeral service for Mr Prout, same can be viewed streamed live online, [Note: Online Link to follow].

The extended Prout family wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time, and have made arrangements for those persons wishing to send messages of condolence, to use the link shown HERE


Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam dílis.

Down By The River.

Down By The River.

Took a walk by the River Suir in Thurles today in the beautiful warm sunshine. Having surveyed the river area, I was reminded of the song “Down by the river”, written by Mike Hazlewood and British singer-songwriter and composer Albert Louis Hammond.
The lyrics, shown hereunder, tell the story of a man and his girl friend taking a camping trip down by a river. The weather being warm; they both decide to go swimming. That night they both felt unwell, and having failed to get sleep, went for an early morning walk. During their walk, they see a silver fish lying on its side dead on the river bank and they wonder how it died.
After visiting a doctor, they are informed that only foolish people go swimming in polluted river water.

The song highlights the negative environmental impact on our water, which is being accepted by our local elected Thurles politicians and councillors, to whom we pay large salaries and who are presently calling door to door, in the hope of being re-elected for yet another 5 years of waste and inactivity.

Ask those canvassing for your vote this time around, the following question “Where did the pump for the fountain, in the river Suir end up”. You will be surprised and possibly angered by the reply.

Down By The River.

Lyrics: British-Gibraltarian singer, songwriter and record producer Mike Hazlewood and British singer-songwriter and composer Albert Louis Hammond.
Vocals: Albert Hammond.

Down By The River.

City life was gettin’ us down,
So we spent the weekend out of town,
Pitched the tent on a patch of ground,
Down by the river.
Lit a fire and drank some wine,
You put your jeans on the top of mine,
Said, come in the water’s fine,
Down by the river.
Down by the river.
Down by the river.
Said, come in the water’s fine,
Down by the river.
Didn’t feel too good all night,
So we took a walk in the morning light,
Came across the strangest sight,
Down by the river.
Silver fish lay on its side,
It was washed up by the early tide,
I wonder how it died,
Down by the river.
Down by the river.
Down by the river.
Silver fish lay on its side,
Down by the river.
Doctor put us both to bed,
He dosed us up and he shook his head,
“Only foolish people go”, he said,
“Down by the river”.
Why do willows weep, said he,
Because they’re dying gradually,
From the waste, from the factories,
Down by the river.
Down by the river.
Down by the river.
Why do willows weep, said he,
Down by the river.
In time, the river banks will die,
The reeds will wilt and the ducks won’t fly,
There’ll be a tear in the otter’s eye,
Down by the river.
The banks will soon be black and dead,
And where the otter raised his head,
Will be a clean white stone instead,
Down by the river.
Down by the river.
Down by the river.
The banks will soon be black and dead,
Down by the river.
Down by the river.
Down by the river.
The banks will soon be black and dead,
Down by the river.

END

Death Of Bridie Kennedy, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

It was with great sadness that we learned of the death today, Sunday 5th May 2024, of Mrs Bridget (Bridie) Kennedy (née Smee), The Limes, Abbey Road, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

In her 101st year and pre-deceased by her husband Martin, parents Stevie and Anne (née Dwan); Mrs Kennedy passed away peacefully, while in the care of staff of Unit B, Community Hospital of the Assumption, Thurles.

Her passing is most deeply regretted, sadly missed and lovingly remembered by her sorrowing family; her cousins especially the Smee, Dwan, Curran, Cronin and Hackett-Coman families, extended relatives, good neighbours, the Hospital of the Assumption community and a wide circle of friends.

Requiescat in Pace.

Funeral Arrangements.

The earthly remains of of Mrs Kennedy will repose at Hugh Ryan’s Funeral Home, Slievenamon Road, Thurles on Tuesday afternoon next, May 7th, from 5:00pm until 7:00pm, before being received into the Church of St Joseph and St Brigid, Bothar-na-Naomh, Thurles at 7:45pm same evening.
Requiem Mass will be celebrated on Wednesday morning, May 8th, at 10:00am, followed by interment, immediately afterwards in St Patrick’s Cemetery, Moyne Road, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

For those persons who are unable to attend the funeral service for Mrs Kennedy, same can be viewed streamed live online, HERE.

The extended Kennedy, Smee, Dwan, Curran, Cronin and Hackett-Coman families wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time, and have made arrangements for those persons wishing to send messages of condolence, to use the link shown HERE


Suaimhneas síoraí dá h-anam dílis i dteannta na Naomh agus na n-aingeal.

A Song For A Sunday.

Dear Hate.

Lyrics: American singer and songwriters Maren Morris, Tom Douglas, and David Hodges (Published 2015),
Vocals: Maren Morris, featuring American country, bluegrass, and rock singer, songwriter, and musician Vince Gill.

Dear Hate.

Dear Hate,
I saw you on the news today,
Like a shock that takes my breath away,
You fall like rain, cover us in drops of pain,
I’m afraid there we just might drown.

Dear Hate,
Well, you sure are colour-blind.
Your kiss is the cruellest kind,
You could poison any mind,
Just look at mine,
Don’t know how this world keeps spinning around and around.

Chorus.
You were there in the garden, like a snake in the grass,
I see you in the morning staring through the looking glass,
You whisper down through history and echo through these halls,
But I hate to tell you, love’s gonna conquer us all.

Dear Hate,
You were smiling from that Selma bridge,
In Dallas, when that bullet hit and Jackie cried,
You pulled those towers from the sky,
But even on our darkest nights,
The world keeps spinning around.

Repeat Chorus.

Dear Love,
Just when I think you have given up,
You were there in the garden when I ran from your voice,
I hear you every morning through the chaos and the noise,
You still whisper down through history and echo through these halls,
Then tell me, love’s gonna conquer us all.
Gonna conquer all.

END.