In this modern era, the survival of the small community becomes more difficult as time floats by. Thankfully so much success is still achieved. This indeed, is a tribute to the diligence and dedication of the caring, energetic local and contributing volunteer. And here, nobody ranks higher than the late Ritchie Tierney.
On Saturday, March 22nd the parish of Inistioge was stunned at the news that Ritchie had tragically departed this life. So suddenly, such a beautiful way to be called home, while out enjoying his favourite sport, golfing in Mount Juliet. But also alas much too soon.
Ritchie was born in Hatchery Lane, Inistioge in 1953, the eldest son of Alice and Mick Tierney. Childhood was happy, with two brothers, Michael and Pat, one sister, Catherine.
Carpentry was the chosen future career. Energetic ambition ordained the foundation of an excellent building firm, Tierney O’Neill. Here, Ritchie was aided and abetted by brother, Michael, cousin, Dick and good friend Tom O’Neill. And from strength to strength it grew, such a wonderful addition to a community rich in skilled labour. So many earning a decent crust.
The G.A.A. was Ritchie’s early love. Not exactly a classical wielder of the camán, but at all times a formidable opponent. His dedication to the coaching of underage players was second to none. And with much success, culminating in winning the 1980 Minor title for the first time ever.
Being a senior club selector was a major corner of this man’s world. Alas, after reaching the senior county finals in ‘76 and ‘77, disaster, defeat on both occasions.
Off the field, Ritchie was more than active; club Chairman for six years; club treasurer for thirty years, member of the club executive for fifty years, Unbelievable.
The promotion of the Rower/Inistioge Club was always high on the local agenda. Playing areas were limited. But, cometh the hour, cometh the man. Ritchie, surrounded by an unstoppable group; Keher, Lyng, Murphy, Dunphy and many more; set about the challenge. So many avenues of finance emerged; Golf Classics, Race nights, Table Quizzes, raffles, sponsorship; to name but a few. The result was unique. Tom McDonald’s field was purchased in 1987 also Tom’s dance hall, the construction of club dressing rooms, meeting areas, community hall etc. etc.
Planning, design and construction was naturally Tierney O’Neill. The Rower end of the parish also boomed. Hennessy’s field, now Canon Tom Murphy Park, was purchased. Usual structures sprang up. Playing areas developed, and yes, Astra turf. Again, all during the reign of club chairman, Ritchie.
It was only in the late 1900 that Ritchie emerged as a keen golfer, enjoying his membership in Mountain View. Then in 2010 he joined Mount Juliet, a popular and respected member. The inclusion of golf into the world of Ritchie certainly heralded a new era into the lives of the locals. The annual Golf Classic was a rewarding fundraiser. Naturally so, when a body considers the annual visit and participation of our popular M. C. the late, great, Micheál O’Muircheartaigh.
The Golfing Society was really spoiled for choice with so many excellent destinations, at home and abroad. And why not; with a knowledgeable and fastidious organiser like Ritchie. No problem existed, not transport, accommodation, venue or social event.
In 1979, Ritchie’s world was enhanced and enriched; by his marriage to Josette, a Clare teacher.
Such an excellent union, resulting in a fine family of four, Richard, Michelle, Geraldine and Pat. A family worth knowing and all successful.
What can a body say to Josette. Ritchie’s passing creates such a void. Unfillable. But such a wealth of excellent, happy memories exist. A poor substitute presently but time is good and friends abound, with Ritchie not far away.
The funeral of Ritchie told its own tale; a decent man was going home. For days the wee village of Inistioge was simply thronged, thousands from every walk of life, rambling in to pay their respect. The Requiem mass was crammed, tearful, lonely, solemn and musical. Ritchie was no stranger to God’s House. The G.A.A. guard of honour was long, calm and sad. The club marched in silence, each member rich in recollection and appreciation of a comrade who had given so much and worked for so little.
Finally, in Cappagh Cemetery, Ritchie, a cornerstone of the Rower Inistioge parish rambled home.
A Friend
