Pasty Connors, he would correct me now Connor, was a friend and a true Irish Gentleman. Nothing was to much bother for him, plastering our house in Galton St, clearing a block down waste pipe on Christmas Day and of course advice on the garden. He loved a game of cards in Mum and Dads House often till the early hours enjoying the craic and a smoke. He had a voice as gentle and sweet as a dove, it made the hairs on my arms stand up and tears filled my eyes when he sung. With a little drop of Jameson to help him sing another what fun we had. He also like the old benefit dances and enjoyed clearing the floor, hold tight ladies with a laugh and a grin on his face. The jokes and tails of days gone by. But as his old song said” time it is a precious thing and time brings all things to my mind” I can hear Dad saying “What’s happened there Pat” Patsy will answer “Yes I’m Good Bless and keep you the end of a Era.