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John Joe Ging aka The Auld Timer scoring a goal at Croke Park in the 1976 Leinster senior club football final victory
Dick Sides talking as club treasurer at a club AGM.

Poem

The Bandleader
A Poem for Dick Sides

Call it strange or odd, but what we loved when the marching band came proudly up the street, the ranks of players following the heart beat of the big bass drum, was, up front, in white gloves, tossing his baton above his head, the bandleader, marking time. We stood and stared. A lone guard, spectral at the cross-roads, directed traffic; children waved to shy musician siblings, suddenly mature in their outsized uniforms. But who could look away from this feat of anti-gravity, his skillful, sure mastery and control? Music played and filled the valley of the street, echoing off parked cars, and plate-glass windows where pale-faced dummies gazed like souls in limbo. And yet, for all the toing and the froing, we loved it most when the band came to a halt now and then, high stepping on the spot but going nowhere, a panto horse waiting for its rear end to catch up.

Odd to think that fifty years can pass in the blink of an eye, that the world can change so much and yet so little. But kids still like to march and swing their arms. And if it seems strange that a walking stick might suddenly transform into a gleaming baton, who is he to complain? He listens for a music now somewhere within him, counts to himself, and then they’re off again.

- Pat Boran

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