"My hat's off to people like you, Jim,"
It was a pleasure Kevin - done for the enjoyment - and it was a privilege to spend time with every one of them
Not long before Martin Howley died we heard hed'd been ill so we went to visit him
We'd been there for about five minutes when he asked did we have a tape recorder with us
Pat hastened to explain that we hadn't come to record but to see how he was.
He replied, "I am a poor man; I have nothing to leave behind me but my songs".
Pat chokes up whenever she tells that story.

Similarly, the day before we returned home to London, Martin's fellow Noth-Clareman, Pat MacNamara handed us a scrap of paper with a list of stories and songs he hadn't yet given us - he said, "I haven't told you these yet, but I will when you come back next year - if I'm not here, come up to the graveyard and I'll tell them up to you".
Pat died the following winter.

With memories like those, you don't need much else
Jim