The Glynn/Glenn/McGlynn family originating in Culkeen, Co. Roscommon 1825 - 2015

Biography - C56 John Martin (Jack) Glynn (Cork).

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The eulogy given by his son, Conor, at his funeral mass.

Hello everybody. You are all very welcome. Thank you for coming this morning to celebrate Jack’s life.

I am going to speak a little about his life and loves in a moment but before I do I’d like to let you know that one of those loves was music. He loved a sing-song and he specifically asked us to ask you to take part today by joining in with the singing of the hymns. They were chosen by him with that in mind. He didn’t want this to be a sad ceremony. Shortly, Eimear and Conor will place some personal items on the altar that represent his love of music, golf and reading.

Jack, or John Martin Glynn as he was baptised, was born in Sligo town on 18th July 1925 to Christina Burns and Patrick (Paddy) Glynn. Jack was the third of their six children. Eithne and Mary were older than Jack. His brother Tony, Patricia and Ann were younger. To baby sitters they were known as “the girls, the boys and the babies”. Growing up in pre-war Ireland, they were a very close-knit family and at gatherings it was second nature to them to sing a song or recite a poem.

Jack’s father, Paddy, was a member of An Gárda Siochána and was posted to a number of different stations while Dad was growing up, including Sligo, Kilkenny, Mullingar and Gorey.In his teens, Jack developed a love of golf that lasted his whole life. Golf is a game that suited his character perfectly in that he had a very competitive streak and was determined in the pursuit of a goal. Having played his first game at Courttown GC, he would later become a member of Muskerry, Cork and Dunmore golf clubs with Mum

An interesting fact from Dad’s amateur golf career is that he was never beaten in matchplay in Junior Cup competition over possibly a period of 25 years. Many are the golfers that experienced this amiable man put on his game face as he approached the first tee.In the early 40’s, dad got his first job working in Royce’s Pharmacy in Gorey before moving to Dublin to work for Hayes, Cunningham Robinson.

He moved to Cork in the early 50’s when he got a job with Abbott’s as a medical rep. to cover the Southern Region and he was frequently away from Monday to Friday. As a consequence of his life on the road, he had an encyclopaedic knowledge of the road network and if you thought you knew the shortest route between A & B, then a chat with Dad would reveal a number of alternatives

Another benefit in kind of his job was that he got to know every golf course on the island and kept the bag of clubs in the boot of the car in case of emergency! Of course, those were the days of a half-day on a Wednesday in all the rural towns. I wouldn’t be so cynical as to suggest he may have planned his week’s work around the location of a favoured golf course.

In 1954, he met his greatest love, Rebecca, at Muskerry GC. He asked her out on their first date to an open mixed foursomes at Macroom GC which they duly won. She obviously fitted the bill as they were married within a year

Jack and Rebecca had five children, Barbara, Christine, Clodagh and myself. Johnny was born in 1958 but, very sadly, he died two months after his birth.

Dad and Mum ensured we had summer holidays every year, normally by the seaside but always near a golf course. We would swim, go fishing and learn the game of golf. We have very fond memories of trips to Ballybunion and of annual holidays in the caravan in Dunmore and later on at Dunnycove in West Cork. We  had a family membership at Dunmore GC where at different stages and with varying degrees of success, Dad passed on his love of golf to the four of us.

In 1988, he and his son-in-law, John McAuliffe got their names on the front of the Examiner, having been plucked from the sea by helicopter when their boat capsized during a fishing trip.The photo we choose of him for today was taken on one of his birthdays in Dunnycove wher it is obvious he is enjoying the evening.

Dad retired in 1991 by which time he and Mum had their mobile home in Dunnycove where he could indulge his other love, reading. He was never far away from a book and was probably on first name terms with the librarian, his favourite theme being fictional courtroom drama.

He busied himself by learning to play the keyboard and taking cookery lessons at CIT. He had no fear of technology either. He bought himself an I-Pod as soon as they were out and knew his way around a Kindle very well. He was very involved with both the Chemists’ and Travellers’ golfing societies. He was instrumental in the scheduling of annual fixtures and looked forward to the 2/3 day event in Tramore every year.

He loved life and the living of it.

He loved his children and gave guidance when it was needed and didn’t hold back when it wasn’t wanted! Each of the four of us have probably had a run-in with him along the way but if his desire to see us do the right thing caused an argument, then it was never long lasting. But he adored my mother, Rebecca and in retirement he made up for all those days on the road by cooking for her, flying her off to the sunshine in September each year and making sure she had a stash of chocolate in the house

We loved him too, and he knew it.