Goodbye To A Good Friend

Saturday evening I had a telephone call from a friend of mine. It was one of those calls that as you answer something deep inside you instinctively tells you that something is wrong. My instincts were proved correct and my worst fears were confirmed when the caller asked me if I was sitting down.

The caller was Flan Larkin the brother of one of my closest friends, Bernie Larkin, and the news he was about to impart certainly required that I be so. Mercifully, he broke the news quickly. His brother and my good friend, Bernie, had passed away suddenly while attending the British Open Clay Pigeon Shooting Championship at Bishops Mountain Shooting Centre that morning.

I had known Bernie since I came to Nenagh over 40 years ago. At that time we were both truck drivers hauling livestock. My first encounter with him was not a pleasant one and very nearly ended a friendship before it had time to begin. It involved a slight difference of opinion as to which of us was next in line to pull into the loading gate at Nenagh cattle mart to get on our load.

Tempers flared and a strong exchange of words ensued. Who was right and who was wrong on that particular evening is lost in the mists of time. All I know is that after I had decided that discretion is the better part of valour and it was advisable not to mess with this guy – a wise decision that I would see many others make over the ensuing years - Bernie, naturally had his way. However, when we had our trucks loaded and tempers had subsided, we approached each other. A mumbled apology to each other and a hand shake was to be the beginning of a friendship that would endure over 40 years.

Clay pigeon shooting was Bernie’s chosen sport and although I previously had had a brief encounter with the sport, it was he who reintroduced me to it in 1979. On a Sunday late in that year I accompanied him to Ballinderry to see him compete in what was then known as a flapper shoot (These are unregistered shoots run by gun clubs mainly to raise funds for game restocking purposes.) From that day onwards as the shooting addiction took hold of me, we were travelling and shooting companions at home and abroad for many years.

Bernie (centre back row) and friends at a shooting competition in Wales sometime in the 1980's

Although Bernie was later to excel at the sport on the International scene where he represented Ireland several times, he always had a love for those unregistered shoots where he would meet the grass root shooters and the first-time entrants to the sport.

It is fair to say that the experienced and International shooters were not always very welcome at those events because their presence gave very little chance to the inexperienced competitors to win a prize. What set Bernie apart from the others though and always made him a welcome figure was that at the end of the day he would return the prizes he had won to be shared amongst the less experienced participants. It was through his generosity and sportsmanship that many a young beginner went home proudly displaying a prize.

A writer on the Irish Clay Pigeon Shooting web site in a tribute to Bernie described how he often saw him demonstrate his unique ability to shoot clay pigeons from the hip. Bernie shot from the hip ok in more ways than one. He never went behind the bushes to say anything like many others on the shooting scene. Anything he had to say was said to your face – you liked it or you didn’t. In later years, when I became involved at the administration level of the association, Bernie was never slow to offer his criticism, or indeed, his praise, if he thought you deserved it.

The last time I saw Bernie was about three months ago when he called to my house in Nenagh. We had tea and talked about trucks, our families and of course shooting. We sorted out many of the problems that beset the country and the world and after a couple of hours he departed leaving me all the more enriched from his visit and glad to have him as a friend.

The Golden Bear – as he was always referred to by one sports commentator – will be sadly missed. The shooting scene will be all the poorer by his absence.

I would like to extend my sincerest sympathy to his wife, Carmel, and family. Go ndéana trócaire ar a anam.

Bernie Larkin RIP

Day at Minnehaha Park

Judy is right; one of the things I always look forward to during my visits to Minnesota is going to Perkins along with Judy to have lunch or breakfast with her dad. It’s a tradition that is now well established and one that I hope will continue for many a long day to come. It was a little sad this time due to the fact that his recent dental work prevented him from having his usual full meal of pancakes and bacon. The man sure enjoys his pancakes and bacon and I know the meal just wasn’t the same to him this time. Still I was able to share my desert of strawberry sundae with him and I hope he enjoyed that and it compensated in some small way.

The strawberry sundae that I was looking forward to

Judy and her dad tucking into my strawberry sundae

Our visit to Minnehaha Park on Sunday 15 June was a most enjoyable event. The outdoor Service at Sarah’s and Dave’s church was very nice but I think as far as the children were concerned, the caterpidows stole the show.

St Mary's Basilica pictured on the way to Minnehaha Park

I think there is beauty in many things, including concrete and steel. Here, and in the picture above, the architecture of mortal man against the blue of the sky and the clouds - created by the divine architect illustrate what I mean.

Minnehaha Park is one of the many beautiful places we have visited around Minneapolis. It has pleasant walks along the Minnehaha creek and of course the famous Minnehaha waterfall is spectacular.

Derek gives me a caterpiddow

Two beautiful ladies, Sarah and her mom, Judy.

Minnehaha Creek

Davey and his little friend at play

Grandpa and Derek taking a stroll

Minnehaha Creek

Derek, Davey, Sarah, Dave and the knees

Arrival in Minnesota

I arrived in Minneapolis during a thunder storm at 10.34pm on Wednesday 11 June. Thankfully I was oblivious to the weather conditions, as I slept through it and wasn’t aware of the extent of the storm until I was met by a very worried Tom and Judy who had been following the weather reports and the effect the adverse conditions had been having on the air traffic.

Conditions in Minneapolis/St Paul that night were pretty bad, Tom and Judy told me of instances where planes had to stand off fifty miles from the airport before they could attempt to land while other planes had to divert to different airports.

The skies begin to clear after the thunder storm and the moon appears

On this occasion the trip from Ireland was long and arduous. Having arrived at Shannon at 7.30am to catch the first leg of the flight to JFK where I had a scheduled layover of more than seven hours before boarding the connection for Minneapolis/St Paul. This flight was further delayed due to the conditions in Minneapolis. When I eventually got into the air on my way to my final destination, I had been travelling almost 24 hours and so it was that soon into the flight, I fell asleep and didn’t waken until we were touching down at Minneapolis.

I think, even though I awoke to the sound of applause from my fellow passengers, which might indicate that the landing was a little rocky and everyone was relieved to be on Tierra firma, that our flight came in after the worst of the storm had passed. The principal thing is that all flights touched down safely that night and everyone reached their destinations safely.

My destination was, as usual, everything I knew it would be and a good night’s sleep in that beautiful room that I have now come to know so well and a shower to get rid of the trail dust had me fit and ready and looking forward to seeing Sarah and the boys, Davey and Derek, the next morning.

The boys, Davey and Derek, knowing grandma was on the way were well primed and ready for fun.

Judy has well documented the day on her blog and I have a couple of extra pictures that I hope you will enjoy.

Judy flying high

Derek on the slide