Peter had a warm smile and twinkle in his eye

Wicklow People (West Edition) - - NEWS -

THE com­mu­nity of Kil­carra in Ark­low came to­gether to bid a fi­nal fond farewell to lo­cal man Peter Mon­aghan, who was laid to rest re­cently.

A na­tive of Bal­ly­murn in Co Wex­ford, Peter was one of seven sib­lings and is sur­vived by his broth­ers John and Wil­lie.

As a young man, he went to Lon­don in search of work. Along with work, he also found his wife to be, Rosie, and the cou­ple were mar­ried in 1954 and re­turned home to Ire­land.

They went on to have nine chil­dren: Pat, Caro­line, Char­lie, Gina, Rose Marie, Suzie, Gerry and the late Chris.

Peter’s work­ing life var­ied from work­ing the land, farm­ing, Road­stone, NET, the block lorry and con­stantly work­ing from home. It was in­vari­ably said of Peter: ‘ev­ery time you passed, his head was un­der the bon­net of a car’.

He was gifted with his hands and an all-rounder in DIY. Whether plas­ter­ing, paint­ing, dec­o­rat­ing or wall pa­per­ing - what­ever the job, Peter had the skills.

He was an avid gar­dener and, un­til re­cently, loved to pot­ter out­side in his gar­den, keep­ing it in shape.

He took great care of his fruit and vegetable plots. When ill­ness re­duced his en­ergy lev­els, he would fol­low his son Pat and en­sure that he kept up to the same high stan­dard of work­man­ship.

By na­ture, Peter was very so­cia­ble and had a big, warm smile for every­one and a twinkle in his eye. He rarely had a cross word with any­one and the worst his chil­dren ever got was a ‘tut, tut’ if they mis­be­haved.

He loved his pint of the black stuff at the Val­ley Ho­tel, just as he loved to so­cialise with fam­ily and friends on many oc­ca­sions.

Peter was proud of his Wex­ford roots and al­ways tuned in to Tony Ke­hoe on South East Ra­dio.

He also loved mu­sic, and the fam­ily have the fond­est mem­o­ries of Sun­day morn­ings grow­ing up. After Mass, they would have the big fry-up and lis­ten to the tunes of Jim Reeves, Big Tom and the Shad­ows.

Those who knew Peter some­times jok­ingly likened him to a mag­pie and said that he was an aw­ful hoarder. His an­swer was: ‘you never know when you might need it’.

Peter was loved by his grand­chil­dren and great-grand­chil­dren and they had him wrapped around their lit­tle fin­gers. He loved noth­ing more than fam­ily life at home with Rosie and the chil­dren, watch­ing movies, lis­ten­ing to mu­sic and telling tales.

Peter bore his ill­ness bravely and with dig­nity. De­spite health set­backs, he never com­plained and al­ways replied ‘I’m fine, thank God’ when some­body asked how he was.

He was a true gen­tle­man and ut­terly de­voted to Rosie. Even in the midst of sick­ness, when she en­tered the room, his eyes would light up.

Peter will be sadly missed by his sor­row­ing wife, sons, daugh­ters, sons-in­law, daugh­ters-in-law, grand­chil­dren, great-grand­chil­dren, broth­ers, broth­ers-in-law, sis­ters-in-law, neph­ews, nieces, rel­a­tives and friends.

May he rest in peace.

The late Peter Mon­aghan.

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