The Traveller Community in Galway
He would sit outside holding the weight of his body on one knee, The tools of his trade surrounding him as he worked tirelessly.
His hands were calloused he worked at his own pace, years of working in all types of weather showed upon his face
He took great care while working with his hammer, klipse and stake whether it be a bucket, coal scuttle or saucepan .never taking a break.
When his work was done he would load his ware upon his bike and travel many a mile or more to sell his ware. He would knock on many a door.
People knew him all over and his work was in demand. Many a time he would be greeted- “How ya Mick” and a shake of a hand.
He worked hard for his family the best friend we ever had. We are all so proud to have known him, the man we call – Dad
