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PADDY
by Ila
As time marches forward, relentlessly on,
it seems with each year, another friend gone.
This time it is Paddy, the youngest of eight,
It's hard to believe how he met his fate.
Paddy was known both far and both wide,
From the south of the Tyne to the north of the Clyde.
Truly a clever and talented man,
solutions for all were found in his van.
For Paddy to rush was never the norm,
but always he got there in one shape or form.
A fixer was he, of all sorts of things,
from the leaking of taps, to broken car wings.
The Jura Hotel was his welcome retreat,
a place where our Paddy took the weight of his feet,
a drink of the Murphys nutritional ale,
was sustainus plenty for this hardy male.
He liked a good strum on the banjo its true,
a Jura pub session, he just loved to do.
If sleeping was needed to rest Paddys brain,
a vertical snooze got him going again.
A character gone, but so much remains,
in stories of Paddy and his fun and games.
No need now for tick book, or banjo or van,
we'll all just remember a kind friendly man.
Thanks Ila - that's Paddy!
I lived on Jura for a while and I knew Paddy. I only discovered that he had died three days ago.
Paddy was one of a kind. Quiet and unassuming; what you saw was what you got, yet somehow special.
I am mourning him now and will remember him forever.
John Scullion
We have just left Jura, to start a new job in Glen Lyons, Jura is a beautiful place and will always be special to me and all my family.
Naomi Billimore
Paddy Boyle was one of the most laid back workers one could meet; a colourful life in many pairts. sagacious and . And those engaging blue grey eyes that you only see in Arctic wolves. Penetrating. Best crack and erstwhile Banjo player. Murphy's on tap with a chant of ooh ah slainte mhah.
Duncan (someone correct me if I'm wrong) was the last of the Buies in Jura. The witch who drew sailors to the Pap of gold to be robbed of their gear was commissioned to be killed ; no-one would do it but a Buie, The Yellow Haired
Duncan leaves at least seven jobs vacant and a huge gap in Jura community. Full & Silent Pub.
Bob Wherrie
Jura Jottings June 2007:
PADDY BOYLE: Our island community has been stunned by the sudden and untimely death of Paddy Boyle.
He was a gentle man of contentment, humility and humour, always out and about and around the place - almost,
as described at his funeral, an 'institution'. His easy going nature is well demonstrated by the occasion when
he shared his bedroom with a family of swallows, leaving the window open to the elements for some two months
until all had been fledged and flown away. He was also a very practical fellow: having a bit of spare time while collecting
a pig for Davie Mack, he just popped the pig into the phone box while he popped into the pub for a Murphy's.
We shall all miss him greatly. The verse printed below was attached to flowers at his funeral and captures the Paddy we knew succinctly:
Like the Paps, always there,
Tall and lean, unruly hair,
Dry sense of humour, twinkle in his eye,
A wave, a half grin as he passed us by,
We will always remember the nod of his head
As if to say 'enough said'.
Poem by Sue
This is such a beautiful memorial to Paddy and an insight to his life here on Jura.
He will never be forgotten - his wit and 'presence' lives on, as do that of his, and our, dear
friends who are no longer humanly visible among us!
They are however and thankfully, in the very essence of our being here on Jura.
Joan Moran
Rachel McNeill
Paddy had a quality you don't find in ordinary people:
it's hard to define it but it's linked in with humility and a deep association with fellow creatures
Steve
Here's to Paddy and all the good times!
Martin
It does seem like we just left Jura. I can still smell the fresh air and hear the laughter in the pub
...... and Maggie's singing with Paddy playing his banjo on the night we departed.
Wanda MacMillian
Sadly still in usa do not have any photo with m, as you know all three loved the wee drink, many a time early am, I would awake to find paddy and his constant companian [riley-smiths (Francis) son,cannot remember his name - alex was his brothers name] sittin on my porch at 2 woodside, these two went everywhere together the islanders often said they were joined at the hip. both at some times helped me out as my boatman, duncan was a great supporter of his farther whom had at least 5 jobs on the island, at this time bill campbell was the other clam diver, and peter bisset had married the shop keepers daughter, willie had just started at the distillery - i believe he is now the manager, any insite to the life on this paradise island u wish to know i can supply if u print thats good regards a 61yr old diver
Tex montagu