1933 - 2009 (76 years)
Set As Default Person
||Paul Cassin |
||16 Mar 1933
||Tramore, Co Waterford, Ireland
||9 Nov 2009 
||12 Nov 2009
This tribute was offered by son Mark at his funeral:
Paul was one of life’s great characters …
Even when I was a young age growing up this was something that became very apparent. Paul had his own unusual habits, like for instance the post. Paul always reckoned that everything that was posted i in the letterbox was bad new and he was probably right!
The routine in our house was, as soon as Paul would see that the post arrived he would gather it up and put it all up on a high shelf in the kitchen. I think the idea was that once a montth he would sit down and go thought it all … but I don’t think this ever happened!
As a child life was full of surprises …
It was not unusual to wake up and find yourself sharing the breakfast table with a homeless person that Paul would have met on his way back from a late night poker session and had invited him home for breakfast. It used to make for some interesting conversation at the breakfast table.
Good food was a great love of Paul’s
I think he felt it was a way of bringing people together. I know that many of my own friends would have got to experience culinary delights like Paul’s roast stuffed pork steak on Christmas Eve.
When I was younger, I can remember that when cooking, to keep his hair out of his eyes, Paul would sometimes put a hankie on his head and tie the four corners in a knot. I can remember to my embarrassment as an 11 or 12 year old walking home from school and one of my friends saying…… “there’s your Dad in the car at the traffic lights” And looking over seeing my Dad, hankie tied on head, knot in each corner, window open and Paul reciting poetry out loud!
I did what any sensible 12 year old would do and promptly denied that that was my FATHER!
Fantastic people person
He had a vibrancy about him and always got on very well with young people. He always seemed to have a way of reaching out and relating to them. And I know that many of my friends became very friendly with Paul.
Paul was not a material person
Clothes, money and those kind of things were unimportant to him, often to my mothers distress. Growing up he would always be happy to give you the last few quid in his pocket to go out and enjoy yourself. What he did care about was … People, Family and Friends. These were the important things to him.
Loved the craic
The characters in life and often lamented about where had all the eccentric people gone!
Paul loved Learning …
History, Philosophy, Anthropology, Archaeology – he found them all fascinating.
He loved imparting knowledge (sometimes, it was true to say, you couldn’t get away from him!)
If friends who arrived around didn’t know exactly what question to ask to get the conversation going, this was not a problem, Paul was happy to both ask and answer the question!
Paul could be a difficult man
And my Mum always had endless patience with him.
He loved the outdoors
Paul always loved everything to do with the outdoors and nature and one of my great memories of him on one of those beautiful summers we had about 10 years ago. Paul took to walking out to Tramore every day. He cut an usual ssight with the locals on that road every day, long grey hair, stripped off to the waist wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, bawneen socks and leather shoes! I’m amazed he wasn’t arrested.
He hated ceremony
In fact he told my Mum not to lay him out in a suit as no one would recognise him!
He was a great family man
He loved his wife, children and grandchildren beyond words.
Never lost his spirit of adventure
When Paul was first diagnosed with prostate cancer about 8 years ago he came to Dublin to get treatment. He stayed with me for some of that time and he used to love when we’d take the scooter out of the garage and the two of us would head off on it to go our for dinner. He probably did look funny sight, 68 years of agge heading off on the back of the scooter through Dublin!
He had a great sense of humour and he loved a laugh
And he kept this with him right up to the very end. While he was in hospital Paul got MRSA and he had to be moved to a private room. H He had a very big electric bed which took up most of the room. While he was there a visitor arrived and said “Oh Paul, that’s pretty cool you’re in a private room … not bad!” Paul looked around and said “Yeah not bad for a COFFIN!”
Paul alwayys had a word of advice for everyone
When our babysitter Kate, was having a long distance row with her boyfriend over the phone, he advised her to simply hang up the phone and that would teach him a lesson. Paul explained that as soon as he camme to his senses he’d call back. … THERE WAS MUCH TEARS WHEN HE DIDN’T CALL BACK. But despite Paul’s advice they still managed to make up.
Ours was always an open house
When we were growing up, and we’d arrive back with friends after a night oon the town, they would often be amazed find my Dad up in the early hours of the morning, preparing an elaborate meal for the following evening. Good whiskey and conversation were always available for anyone who arrived in the late hours and who could last the pace!
Sometimes the peoples’ champion
When someone decided to rob our local vegetable shop, they didn’t reckon on Paul being in the queue. As the thief leapt back out over the counter, money in hand, Paul lashed out with whatever was in his hand, which unlucky for the thief, happened to be a bag of large cooking apples, BRINGING THE THIEF PROMPTLY TO THE FLOOR.
Paul was always willing to go one step further to help
He worked with the local association for blind people, taking blind people to classes and on excursions. He was always willing to go a little further to help. On one occasion, when one lady broke her stick, Paul insisted that the local hardware store stay open and fix it on the spot for her.
Paaul never paid much attention to how he dressed
And this sometimes caused confusion. In fact one evening he was cleaning up in our travel agency at the end of the day. He saw a lady at the front door who was crying while she was waiting for thhe bus. She looked upset and when he asked her what was wrong, she said was upset because it was her friend’s birthday and she could not go out to join them as her social welfare money had not come through. Paul gave her €50 (never expecting to see it again).
The lady arrived into the Travel Agency a few days later and handed my Mum €50. Saying “please thank Paul, the cleaner, for loaning me the money!”
The evening before Paul passed away …
… some of my family and I were with him and although he was not conscious, we told him that he would soon be in a better place, with some friends and family who had gone before him. And he’d probably be there having a fine whiskey and a lively discussion with some of the philosophers, characters and eccentrics that he always loved so much.
||Roy~Royes | Hogan, Russell, South African Russells
||22 Jan 2010 |