09/11/2026
Thirty Years on Sacred Ground
It started back in ninety-six, a bold and grand design,
On almost two fine acres where a new home soon would shine.
Through battles with the banks and plans, with care and tender grace,
On November ninth, dear Annie Scott was first to bless this sacred place.
We pause to honour those now gone, who kindly paved the way—
Dear Eddie, Tom, and Mel, and Seán, whose spirit guides today,
Along with JJ and Tommy too, who helped those early years,
Whose steady hands and loyal hearts brought comfort through the tears.
From humble dreams to modern rooms, Eamonn stood tall and true,
With utmost care for every soul and kindness shining through.
Through thirty years of service here, a place of quiet grace,
With "respect for old tradition, yet a regard for change's pace."
At Christmas time the lights shine bright upon the memory tree,
Where cards are hung for those we love, for all the town to see.
And when the lockdown shadows fell, and only ten could stand,
Grey’s streamed the prayers and garden songs across a grieving land.
In those early days of starting out, young Thomas lent his hand,
Before a proud policing path called him to serve and stand.
Yet whenever Eamonn steps away, Thomas still answers the call,
Returning to the family fold to steady and guide it all.
Alongside Wayne, Louise, and Little Eddie by his side,
They carry on the daily work with warmth and gentle pride.
From every local gathering to helping hands each day,
The next generation keeps alive this kind and welcoming way.
With peaceful rooms for families and upgrades year on year,
Walking with Templemore and hinterland through every loss and tear.
So raise a glass to thirty years of this dedicated home,
And all the future chapters still waiting to be sown.
MDR
09.11.2026
