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Picture board mounted by Lea Drury and Alice Heath

Messages about Martin Drury 

From: Elaine O Connell
To: Alice Heath
Sent: Fri, June 10, 2011 3:49:56 AM
Subject: Re: Martin's Anniversary

Hi Alice
I cannot imagine how lonesome you must be without Martin. Myself and Niamh had been talking about him and we decided to take our trip last Friday. Let me tell you that it was just so lovely to spend the time down by his bridge. When I think of Martin in Ireland I just think of the little bridge and the water flowing gently and tranquilly under that bridge. The way I see him now is that he will be there forever. There is most certainly a sense of peace and ease at the spot where you scattered his ashes and there are lots of beautiful wild flowers growing around his plaque. I think that he has ALOT of company also because while we were having our picnic so many people passed by as they walked along the Kerry Way. They stopped and looked at his plaque and I think that they silently thought of him and wondered about his story. Of course they would not be able to evey have an inclining as to his real story which is filled with plenty of adventure and devilment!! While Niamh and I were at the bridge we were thinking of you and Wayne and Kevin and Ryan. Of course we miss you all so much. I hope that knowing that there is definately a "Marty Presence" at the bridge in Castlecove will give you a little bit of ease. I think that the fact that he "meets" so many new and interesting people everyday as they walk past his plaque is giving him a giggle up in Heaven.
Lots of love
Elaine

On Wed, Jun 8, 2011 at 9:14 PM, Alice Heath wrote:
Hi Elaine,
So great to hear from you! I am glad to be past Martins Anniveresary date I was having a ruff time last week as we approached it. I picture on the Bridge is great, It made me cry then laugh, Miss you all I will be in tough Love Ya Alice

From: Elaine O Connell To: George Todd; Alice Heath Sent: Fri, June 3, 2011 3:10:16 PM
Subject: Martin's Anniversary

Hi
Today we has mass for Martin in Caherciveen church and then Niamh and I decided to take a picnic to Martins bridge to spend the afternoon with him. It is a wonderful sunny day here and we are really enjoying ourselves but thinking of Martin and all our "cousins" in New York. Hope you are all well and looking forward to seeing you all really soon.
Elaine and Niamh




The Memorial Mass for Martin Drury on Oct 30 2010 in Cahersiveen, Ireland went very well, and we were all able to see the places and meet the people Marty loved. http://www.caherciveenparish.com/ Cahersiveen Parish, the Daniel O'Connell Memorial Church of the Holy Cross, Cahersiveen, Ireland.

Marty Now Rests in Peace in Ireland






Google Street View Link to Locate Martin Drury Ashes at "The Bridge"

 
Google Street View Link to Marty's Ashes at "The Old Coad Graveyard"


Link to Photos of Trip and People While "Taking Marty Home"

Marty Drury's Obituary:

DRURY, MARTIN JAMES (MARTY) June 4th 2010

Martin James (Marty) Drury, 64, of Ossining, died June 4, 2010. He was born April 17, 1946 in NYC to Joseph Drury, Jr., and Catherine Martin. A graduate of Stepinac HS, he served in Vietnam 1969-70 as a US Navy investigator, and later in California he was a security investigator and consultant. He became a dual US/Irish citizen in 2008 after recovering family ties as an avid genealogist. Surviving are siblings Joseph F. III, Ft. Thomas, KY, and Alice Heath and Thomas, of Ossining; seven nieces and nephews, and extended family. Memorial services are scheduled June 12, 2010 at 10:30 am, Church of the Magdalene, 525 Bedford Rd, Tarrytown, NY. In lieu of flowers, please donate to prostate cancer research at http://www.pcf.org.

Edited by Roxanne Kent-Drury 
 

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The Mass for Marty in New York

Color Guard with Taps played in back of church



Presentation of his flag

Marty's ashes are returned to the Bridge by his grandmother’s home town in Staigue, Castle Cove, Kerry, Ireland, and his life remembered during a mass at the O'Connell Memorial Church in Cahirciveen, Kerry.


Marty's Picture of Grandfathers Home.



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Marty and Kevin Driving the 68 LaMons project - Marty' last Project Success!


Eulogy for Martin Drury by Bob Little 6/12/2010

On behalf of the Drury Family, I would like to thank everyone who
is here today, those who have sent condolences, and especially
those family members who have made the trip from Ireland. I
t speaks volumes of how everyone felt about Marty.

When we were young, our parents would send us off to our
relatives for a few weeks each summer. Off to the English’s, t
he Lyttle’s, or the Drury’s. One summer while at Uncle Joe and
Aunt Kay’s, Martin, Joe and I went fishing on the Sawmill River.
After a long day our catch consisted of only
two small perch. The other major event was that Joe had somehow
fallen into the river and was totally soaked. Upon our arrival
home, Aunt Kay expressed her very strong displeasure with Joe,
and after having him put
his shoes on the patio to dry, sent him up to his room to change.
After
they left and things calmed down, I looked at Martin and said,
“What should we do with the fish?” Marty, without hesitation
and with a glint in his eye responded, “put em’ in the shoes”.
It was at that point that I knew Marty was destined for an
interesting life.

From growing up here in Westchester County, to his service in
the Military, to the pursuit of his profession in California, and
his special time in Ireland with his new found family, Marty
touched the lives of many people. And as Marty traveled that
path, he absorbed all experiences that journey provided. Those
experiences helped to forge his beliefs and how he looked at life.

In the 80’s and 90’s, my consulting business required me to be in
California several times a year. I never left California without
seeing Martin. We
would spend our time together having dinner and talking about
things gone by and things yet to come. Our deep bond was our
military experiences
while in Viet Nam. It is very hard to convey to people the
ramifications of those experiences unless they themselves had
been a part of those experiences. Those evenings in California
were, for both of us, as much a therapy session as a social visit.
We both went overseas with one perspective and we both
returned totally changed. Those changes were
both good and bad.

One of the good changes was that we looked at life differently
than we did before. Marty realized the frailty of life, and that it
could be gone in an instant. He made a decision that he would live
every minute of the rest of his life to the fullest.

He learned that the friends at home, and comrades he served with
in the military, could be gone before he really got to know them.
And so, through the rest of his life he cherished and nurtured his f
riends and his family. He held them close to his heart and always
in his mind. In reality, Martin had
no friends; to him they were all his family.

In a time when many were doubting their religion and leaving their
church, Martin became closer to his faith. One night, when we
were talking about religion and our faith, Marty said that when
he was not sure he would just “discuss it” with God. I said
“Marty, that sounds a lot like negotiation”. He assured me that
eventually God would understand his point of view. I guess since
he felt that if God could see it his way, everyone else should see
it his way.

Martin loved his country as deeply as he loved his family. Though
constantly disagreeing with the current politics and policies                                       of the government, I never heard him say a bad thing about America, the
country. He strongly believed in and defended the rights
guaranteed by the constitution as was evident in his support of
his brother Joe, who tried to exercise those rights in a time of
great turmoil and difficulty.

Our most meaningful conversations occurred while we were in                                      Ireland a few years ago. He talked about his illness openly and
he was not afraid, nor did he feel cheated that his time with us
was short. Marty expressed how he wanted to handle things, and
his concern was more for the family than himself. Both Gail and I
are extremely happy that we made the decision to go over and
visit Martin in his home across the sea.

To summarize a person life in a few short minutes is difficult,
if not impossible. But I can say that Marty’s life was all about
Family, Friends, Country, and Faith. He had a zeal for each of
them and did a pretty good job of keeping them close.

While overseas I knew a Chaplin who, when things got tight, would
always quote a prayer about a bird flying free. I looked it up the
other night and after reading it, I was as calm and reassured as
when he recited it over 40 years ago.

To paraphrase it reads: Blessed be the Lord, who hath not given us
as a prey to their teeth. Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare;
the snare is broken, and we are escaped.

Last week while talking with Alice, I told her that although we had
lost Martin physically, we will never lose him emotionally. I said
Martin is free like a bird flying away while we are still grounded
here on earth. Someday, I hope, we will all fly together.

 



Here are some of your responses to post on the web site:

From Jim Kent: He was a 24 year member of the American Legion Post 800 in Idyllwild, CA. He had many longtime friends who join his family in the joy of having known him.

Roxanne Kent-Drury added:
Poetry has always meant a lot to the Kent family, and the poem below has been read in memory of members of our family since Tennyson published it in the 19th century. Marty also loved everything about boats and sailing. Some of the most thrilling (and sometimes the most terrifying) moments I remember as a child were on boats co-piloted by my father and Marty. Marty was part of the Kent family, so it's only right, now, that we read this poem for him.

"Crossing the Bar" by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1898)

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.


Found and transcribed by Barbara Huebner and Ryan Heath

GRANDMA MARTIN'S POEM

Oh Soggart Aroom sure you know life is fleeting
Soon soon in the cold earth, my poor bones shall lie
I have said my last prayers and received my last blessing
And if the Lords willing, I’m ready to die.

Oh Soggart Aroom, I have kept through all changes
The trice blessed shamrock to lay oe’r my clay
And, Oh it has ‘minded me often & often
Oh the sweet smiling Island so far far away.

But Soggart Aroom shall I never again see
The place where it grew, on my own native sod
When my body lies cold in the land of the stranger
Will my soul pass through Ireland on it’s way to our God.

Arrah bless you my child, sure I thought it was Heaven
You’d be wanting to go to the moment you’d die
And such is the place in the ticket I’m leaving
But a coupon for Ireland, I’ll stick to its side.

Your soul shall be free as the wind o’er the prairie
I’ll land you at Cork on the banks of the Lee
And two little angels I’ll give you, like fairies,
To guide you aright over mountain & Sea

Then visit dear Cork where your Soggart was born
No doubt many changes have come into vogue
But this you will find, both night noon and morn
As for centuries back, there’s no change in the brogue

Arrah Soggart Aroon, Can’t you do any better
I know that my feelings may peril your grace
But if you will allow me a voice in the matter
I won’t make landing at any such place

The spot that I long for is sweet County Kerry
Among its fair people I was born and bred
The Corkies I never much fancied whils’t living
And I don’t want to visit them after I’m dead.

A soul my dear child that has pinions upon it
Need not be confined to a providence so small
Through Ulster, Munster, Leinster, and Connaught
In less then a jiffy you’re over them all

Dear Mother assist me, in this my last hour
And Soggart Aroon lay your hand on my head
Sure you’re Soggart for all, and for all you have power
And I’ll take as penance for what I have said.

And now since you tell me through Ireland I’m passing
And finding the place so remarkably small
I’ll never let on to the angels when passing
That we make a distinction in Counties at all.

Let me fly to the hills
Where my soul will make merry
To the North where the shamrock more plentiful grows
In the Counties of Cavan, Fermanagh and Derry
I’ll linger ‘til called to a better repose.




Dogs best Friend - Marty


Barbara Huebner

Hi Joe! This is one of my favorite stories -- A very endearing story bout Marty. Not as funny as some others I could tell but it shows his pure heart. Attached is the
thank you note the woman from Fresno wrote to him. I saved it because it says so much about him.

The story is: Marty was at LAX at a meeting and was just walking/bumping along as he usually did. The traffic into the airport was at a dead stop. He hears this voice "Young man, can you please take my car and park it?" The car was a brand new Lincoln. He walked over to her and peered into her window and said, "Ma'm LAX is
not the place to beg people to take your car!"
She explained that she was meeting her son at the terminal and that she was late and was afraid she would miss the flight. So he took the keys and they exchanged phone numbers. He then proceeded to park the car.
Well, the phone number he gave her was mine at the office as he was on his way to another meeting.
Marty comes to my office, throws the keys on my desk and hurriedly said, "You are now the proud owner of a new Lincoln." Then leaves.
He was only out the door a few minutes when our phone rang with a very angry man calling from a plane ranting about how I stole his mother's car. (Marty always felt there was an irony in that because he was an attorney.) Was able to calm him down and let him know when I got the details, I'd call him but meanwhile I was taking her car to my house for safekeeping. All ended well, and when he came to pick the car up, he even helped Marty with some landscaping we were doing.
The atached thank you note tells you how he touched the heart of this woman. -- Barb

Joe, Cheryl and I would like to add my remembrance of your brother.
It seems like almost everyone on the East Coast knew Marty, but the truth is, he spent about thirty years out in California, He was a licensed private investigator, where he met worked for some hi-power west coast defense attorneys and worked on many important cases, when he wasn’t either restoring his 69 Pontiac, his Chevy van he was going to use for work or camping, he hadn’t decided which, or one of the British sport cars he had stashed in garages around town.

I was working as a narcotics detective in the 80s when I met Marty. We both knew this heroin addict, that was a nice enough guy, and we both paid him to make undercover dope buys and also to get information for us. He told me he was working for Marty, and that he thought we would get along, so he told me to call him. I did and that is how I met Marty.

After I retired in 97 and Marty called to say ‘hi and congratulate me, and also to go to work with him. Then is when we started hanging out, and I met, his partner for life Barbara, Bob Siegel, the Bradys, and a bunch of his other friends. It was about this time he was working for an attorney that was defending Compton City Councilwomanthat charged with some kind of criminal malfeasance. This case was in the L.A. Times almost daily. She was convicted.

Marty was really smart. He helped me make a computer. What actually happened is, we went to Fry’s a computer parts store out here, bought a bunch of computer components and I watched as he assembled it. I could’ve bought one and saved some on the cost, but it was fun to build it, or watch him build it. It worked great for years, until it burnt up.

Marty liked to barbeque, too. I remember he liked to do tri tip on his Santa Maria style grill. After he would get the meat going, we would stand around and talk, have a cocktail and completely forget about the time. After Barbara would say something about the meat going to burn the third time, he would take it off the grill and it would be done perfectly. I wish I had that gift. Cooking, not worrying.

Marty was one of those guys that didn’t wear a watch. I think he told time by the hour instead of by the minute, and that suited him just fine. He was never in a hurry to get anywhere, or to get back. Often we would stop in at some place like Fry’s to get something, and get out 2 ½ hours later.

Whenever I think of Marty, I am reminded of his conservative views and how much he loved our country. Always.
We would be honored if you would post this on Marty’s web site. He was a great friend.
Robin and Cheryl Sawyer




Moon Rinaldo

I have a photo of Uncle Marty and me on his sailboat dated Easter, 1975. He was a red-haired, mutton chopped 29 year old, and I was a curly haired three year old. For me it is an iconic image which defined him for all of my childhood and beyond. It represented his adventurousness and free spirit. It also reminded me of what I valued as one of his primary talents: his ability to imitate Donald Duck’s voice. He was very good at being an uncle then, and later too. In 1996 David and I took a coast to coast road trip from Santa Cruz to New York. On our way through Los Angeles we visited Uncle Marty. Before we left he presented us with a new ice chest full of enough food to sustain us on a slow boat to China. We did our best to work through several large-format bags of trail mix, a few pounds of cheese, a three pound smoked ham, and much, much more. It was an incredibly sweet and thoughtful gesture. He, a “bachelor type,” had taken the time to shop for us. He also provided the champagne for our wedding in 2000! He knew how to have a good time. I did not spend a great deal of time with him, but he always made me feel at ease and cared for. I remember him as a generous, sensitive soul with a huge amount of resilience and strength, and a great sense of humor.
Salal Moon and David Keuter, Santa Cruz, California June, 2010

Brandan Macnamara

When I first met Martin in the late 70's I was a teenager taking my first adventures out of New York. After a few trips out there Martin asked one day if I would like to do a little side work for him. Apparently a guy had jumped bail and was tracked down to Oklahoma. Martin said he would give me $ 3K dollars and expenses for Air, Hotel, meals, etc. to find the guy and bring him back to L.A. I was excited that Marty had offered me a large amount of money and thought enough of me to take on this job. When I told Martin that I appreciated the offer and that he thought enough of me to work for him he replied: I actually don't think that highly of you Mac, its just that the last guy we sent to track this bail jumper down ended up dead in the trunk of his rental car. I just can't afford to lose any more of my good investigators.

On another visit to LA I got back to Marty's apt. and found a 1/2 bottle of red wine on the counter. I drank the wine and fell asleep on the sofa. I woke in the morning to hear Marty bellowing that someone drank his wine.
That would be me I said. He then informed me that the wine was the last of a case he was given by Olivia as a Xmas gift and that he had saved that last 1/2 bottle so he could savor it and enjoy the last of a case of wine that was very expensive. I assured Marty that although he did not enjoy the last of the wine it was in fact excellent tasting and I enjoyed it imensly. I also mentioned to him that it was well he received it as a gift as
I would not have paid the kind of money she did for it. (Mac's Wine Enthusiast 1980)

On another visit to Marty's Motel (Martin Drury. Proprietor, House Detective or House Dick) Martin had just returned from a trip to Oklahoma where he apparently met a young woman there. I was told by Tom his brother not to mention it as his current girlfriend was there and she was already suspicious of the situation. Forgetting this piece of information when ?I woke up the next morning I started making breakfast and for some reason started singing the theme song to the musical 'Oklahoma!' Martin and Tom both burst in to the kitchen and the singing stopped when Martin lifted a fry pan over his head...........

 
Kathryn Drury

Hey Dad, thanks for sending this to me. He worked with Burns, Criterion, and Drury Detective agencies in California. I am forwarding this to Mom, so that if I made any errors, she can point them out. I will think about poems. Love you. KD

Creighton Drury

Joe, Thanks so much for doing this! I've attached some thoughts that came to me tonight
about my relationship with Martin. I hope it comes through - but literally and figuratively. It follows the line of ,"Johnnny I Hardly
Knew You" - a classic Irish ballard. Love to all and we'll see you on Saturday.

Martin I hardly knew you –
In childhood our time together was limited – the Briarcliff pool – family gatherings –
it was as if the Hudson River was the Atlantic Ocean.
I remember the time in High School you and Joe came to visit me –
I was in St. Joseph Seminary, you at Stepinac – still worlds apart.
You seemed to be the risk taker – the adventurer – the confident one –
wrapped up in a zest for life that others could only marvel at.
But Martin, I hardly knew you.

You experienced the War – I received exemptions.
You travelled to the West Coast – miles separated us – and still
Martin I hardly knew you.
And then after years of separation you came back to your roots – and searched for your Irish roots – and - despite the physical struggles – you seemed to be at peace –
in a way that I admired – for it was deep – it was reflective – it was genuine.

You shared your photographs and family memorabilia – you seemed to be our key to the past – and – we loved you for this. And – you shared your stories – not your struggles – only the joy!
We sat together at Eleanor’s farewell – we both read – and I saw the love you had for our wonderful Aunt – and for Didi – and for others who gathered to celebrate a wonderful life.
And Martin – through those who loved you the most – Alice, Tom, Joe, Wayne, Bob and Kathy – and so many more – I came to realize – that I – was blessed to have you in my life.
And Martin – now separated as never before – I know that you are closer than ever and
Martin I’m proud to have known you!

Maureen O'Connor - Venice, FL

Dear Alice and Wayne, You can take great solace that you were so good and kind to Marty as he struggled before the Lord called him home. My prayers are with you. Love galore, Maureen O'Connor
13 Jun 2010

Tommy English - Los Angeles

  Oh Joe -please know that I am with you tomorrow in spirit, and that in my soul I am giving you and Alice and Tommy a strong warm hugggggggg. Martin is so intricately a part of my life from my earliest memories that right now all of the sharp sorrow in my heart is cut with a gratitude chaser, just
to have been lucky enough to have had him in my life. I was definitely way too timid for my own good when I was a kid and, no doubt about it, Martin always got a kick out of blowing my mind.

I have a very specific memory of him introducing me to pollywogs, there at that pond at the end of your street in Elmsford. Was I three? Was I four? In my mind I can still see him laughing at my amazement to actually be looking at real live fish - with legs! He was always so interested in interesting things - and he wasn't afraid of snakes! He would pick them up by the end of their tails and laugh while they snapped! Or of heights! - like that terrifying tree fort you guys built in your back yard in Briarcliff - or of your Dad - ( God bless his soul!) - when your Dad was in 'discipline' mode; - or even of the Viet Cong! While I was scared spitless of all of those things. And all the time making jokes, while hanging by one hand and then the other from that branch next to your tree fort. He really did get such a kick out of freaking me out. And yet he was never mean, or a bragger, or obnoxious in any way - just naturally and spontaneously and inspiringly courageous - and quick, and funny, and surprisingly gentle for such a fearless guy. He and I were, of course, 180 degrees apart politically, and while I was a Conscientious - Objector Medic state side, Martin was doing his Navy Intelligence work in Viet Nam. There were some
in our world at the time who thought my decision deserved contempt and outright ridicule, but I never got any of that from Martin. I think of him in San Francisco, when I visited him just after I saw you and Frances up in Vancover, and how supportive he was of my personal journey -all night conversations, the caring but probing questions, the painful truth, followed by the quick joke and - one more Irish coffee. These are more than memories, these experiences are like seeds that took root in my soul and have, and always will, comfort and inspire me. Ever since I got the call from my Mother on Saturday with the stunning news, whenever I think about this moment, or that, I always ultimately end up smiling, because for all of his self-proclaimed conservatism, Martin really was such a mischeivious rebel, and here he is again now, so valiantly and courageously standing up to death - showing us all how it's done. 12 Jun 2010

Mary Beth English

Hi Joe, Love your web site and the art !! I did not know Martin very well at all except for the last couple of years where I would see him at Didi's or Elenor's. I was one of the younger cousins and did not get to hang around with him at family events as my older brothers and sister did. All of a sudden we had a lot in common though since he was fighting prostate cancer and I was fighting Breast Cancer. We would swap stories about the latest chemo treatments and I would tell him about my diet and all the foods that were good for us. The last time I saw him (summer of 2009) he was doing great !. He looked great and he said that the chemo (Taxal) was working!!! I was so glad to hear that, it was like an amazing transformation from the last time I had seen him. Since I live in California I only get back to New York once every six months or so and as a result only saw him in six month intervals. I only wish I had known him better. I know how much the nuns love him and how much he did for them.
I enjoyed the little time we did have. He will live on in all of ours hearts forever! My deepest sympathy to you, Alice and Tommy.
Love, Cousin Mary Beth

Mary Jane Garvett 

Dear Joe, Alice and Tommy,
I know I join my brothers in saying how sorry we were to hear about dear Martin.
I'd like to share a story that shows how loving, caring and funny he was even as a teenager.
Years ago when the Drurys and the Widenhorns all lived on Crest Drive in Briarcliff, Martin walked across the street with an urgent request.
We had to go to the hospital right away to visit his friend Healey. I said okay.
As soon as we parked the car, Martin went straight to his trunk and started handing me beers and chips.
"Here, stuff this under your blouse. Healey really needs to get better!"
Somehow we got passed the main desk and into his friends room. We ended up partying and laughing until the nurses kicked us
out.
If laughter is the best medicine, Martin surely gave his friend and me a healthy dose that night. I'll always remember him as a fun and caring person.
My love and prayers to all the Drurys, Mary Jane

Tom O'Connell 

The Irish cousins are very sad at Martins passing. We are going to miss his
humorous emails, which he signed PADDY YANK, or MARTIN JOHNNY PADDY EOIN. We will not forget how proud he was when he got his Irish Passport. We presented him with a Kerry Passport, which he really enjoyed. He found a place in our hearts very
quickly and we will miss him. RIP. We will see you all on Saturday. Tom and Mary.

Abina Quirke

Hi Joe, Thanks for obituary notice to which we would like to add the following;

B rón ar an mbás, ní féidir a shéanadh
leagann sé úr 's críonn' le chéile
,' S a mhaichín mhánla, is é mo chéasadh
Do cholann chaomh bheith ag déanamh créafóig'

Translation from Gaelic:
Woe is Death, it cannot be denied
It takes young and old alike
And my dear Son it is my heartbreak
That your gentle body turns to ashes.

( Extract from Poem by P. H. Pearse, Irish Patriot)
This entry supplied by Finn O'Connell , Kenmare
Tom, Mary and I will travel to U.S.A for the Funeral.

 
Elizabeth Lynch 

I am sorry to hear that Martin passed away. We got to know him quite well on his many
visits to South Kerry. He had many friends in this area and was particularly proud of his many Irish cousins and relations. He was also delighted to receive Irish citizenship. He once said that his citizenship application was a good excuse to keep returning to Ireland.He often spoke about his Grandmothers home in Staigue. It was close to the junction of The Kerry Way. This junction is also called Camomile Corner due to the abundance of the herb growing there. We will remember him when we walk by Camomile
Corner and also in Puffin Cottage where he spent many happy holidays. May he rest in peace. Elizabeth and James Lynch
If you have any further queries please do not hesitate to ask.
Feel free to become a fan of our facebook page, Portmagee Seaside Cottages
Elizabeth Lynch, Kilkeaveragh, Portmagee, Co Kerry, Ireland

 
Dennis Murphy 

Hi Joe, Alice & Tommy, Hope you are all keeping well. We are all fine here. Wish we could be with you at this very sad time. Martin is so nice, easy to get on with, even thought we only new him for such a short time, we felt we knew him all our lives, and we miss him. We had some great times together. I am enclosing a poem, a hymn and an Irish song, He loved the song Danny Boy.

What is dying?
I am standing on the sea shore,
a ship sails in the morning breeze
and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty
and I stand watching her
till at last she fades
on the horizon
and someone at my side says
“She is gone”
Gone! Where?
Gone from my sight – that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars
as she was when I saw her,
and just as able to bear her load of living
freight to its destination
The diminished size and total loss of sight is
in me
not in her,
and just at the moment when someone at my side says,
“She is gone”
there are others, who are watching her coming,
and other voices – his parents Joe & Cathy, his grandparents Alice & Thomas
together with his other relatives, his neighbours and friends who have gone before him-
Take up a glad shout:
“There she comes!”
And that is dying.

1 You shall cross the barren desert,
but you shall not die of thirst.

You shall wander far in safety
though you do not know the way.

You shall speak your words in foreign lands
and all will understand.
You shall see the face of God and live.

Refrain:
Be not afraid.

I go before you always.
Come follow me, and I will give you rest.

2. If you pass through raging waters
in the sea, you shall not drown.
If you walk amid the burning flames,
you shall not be harmed.
If you stand before the power of hell
and death is at your side,
know that I am with you through it all.

3. Blessed are your poor,
for the kingdom shall be theirs.
Blest are you that weep and mourn,
for one day you shall laugh.
And if wicked men insult and hate you all because of Me,
blessed, blessed are you.
Hope this is it. Danny Boy

Elaine O Connell

Hi Joe, I'm Bina's niece from Ireland and I've met Martin and Alice
quiet a few times and I have written a little piece that I hope you will pass on to Alice for me. I send you my deepest condolonces on the passing of your brother, he was such a wonderful person to know. I have attached a written piece as I wasn't too sure how to upload an addition to the email you have sent out. Thank you

My Nephew and the Golden Dollar
I can’t quiet remember the first time I met Martin Drury, but I certainly have fond memories of the many times I have met him. Paddy the Yank first came onto the scene when he showed up in a little pub in a little town in the South West of Ireland. He was looking for his ancestors and any straggling relations. Quickly the relation between
his and my family was traced and it was almost as if he had been in our lives forever. It’s hard to imagine a time Before Marty, but all the years since Anno Marty have definitely been very very good.
Tracing the exact relation between Marty and our family ended up in a very funny conversation in the Park Lane Bar in New York a few years ago. I have always been a bit skeptical about the exact link between the families and I challenged Marty on the link that day. He proceeded to grab a bar napkin and traced out the linage of both our families. With all the links in place right back to the Jefferies I sat and examined the steps on the linage. Quickly I notice that there were a few extra steps in the Drury line and I concluded that I was in fact Marty’s Aunt – please note that I haven’t yet reached the big three oh – and I took great pleasure in outlining to Marty that I expected ultimate respect from my new found Nephew. From that day on our emails always began and ended with an address to Aunty or Nephew. I think what actually gave Marty an even bigger kick was the fact the Bina had now been promoted from “relation” to Great Aunt!!!
All my memories of New York are speckled with Marty – from having pre dinner drinks while looking out on the Statue of Liberty, to Christmas themed dinner in the Tavern on the Green, my visits to the Water Club for a real American Brunch and my first experience of snow actually falling from the sky, but the best memories are definitely centred around the shopping trips to Woodbury Common. My nephew Martin Drury would go to Woodbury with $5 and come home with $7 and a whole bundle of socks!! He was a super shopper – always on the hunt for a bargain and extremely proud to brag about his good offers and all the discounts he was able to avail of! Last June when I visited, he accompanied me and my friend Emma (also known very fondly as Little Becky) on our road trip up to Woodbury. My Great Grand Nephew (!!!!) Ryan also accompanied us that day and I am sure that it was one of the most exciting days in his life – yes, there is a huge hint of sarcasm included in that last statement. There was rain
and thunder that day but Marty and Ryan persisted and gathered our bags on a very regular basis. All my dreams were answered to have such good nephews!! That same holiday Marty wanted to ensure that us girls got a real
taste of the area and he inquired on a daily basis as to what we had done that day and what we had seen. One particular day, poor Ryan was left with the task of taking us to the river to do a bit of kayaking – we decided that i
t would be much more fun to practice with the kayak in pool rather than the river………….needless to say I am not too sure if he was very impressed later in the evening when he called to Alice’s house and discovered two Irish
girls in the pool with a huge Kayak and Ryan sitting on the deck keeping us well hydrated – a pool party Irish style!!!
All my thoughts of New York are linked with Alice, Martin and the “Family”. It is very difficult for me to think of New York and to try to imagine that the next time that I visit that my Nephew Marty won’t be there with his stories and little nuggets of information. On my last day in New York, as I was loading Alice’s car, Martin called me aside. He had found a gold dollar that morning and he gave it to me. It was accompanied by a story of course and I was a little bit side winded by the entire thing really. My golden dollar has pride of place on my mantle place in my living room, and there hasn’t been a single day that I haven’t seen that dollar. Each time I see it, I think of my nephew far across
the sea. Now when I look at my gold dollar I imagine my nephew sitting down with both our ancestors in a little shebeen far beyond the clouds.
Alice, I wish I was there with you sharing the fun at the Marty Party. I send you my deepest sympathies. My nephew Marty brought me nothing but pride and joy and I am sending you a huge hug with these few words.
Marty’s Aunty, Elaine O Connell


Barbara O'Brien


Hi Joe, We have never met but I was contacted a few years ago by your brother Martin. We are related by our grandparents on the Martin side. I was so sad to hear the news of Martin's death. We had not spoken in a while and but I did know that he had cancer. I met Alice once when I was visiting friends in NJ in 2008. Please pass on to
the family my condolences. I am sorry that I did not have a chance to meet Martin in person. I did enjoy talking with him and receiving his emails full of family history. I will certainly pass on any info I get regarding the Martin side of
the family. We compared notes and I actually gave him a few contacts in Galway, more relatives to look up on one of his visits. You are all in my thoughts and prayers.
Sincerely, Barbara O'Brien, Knoxville, TN grand daughter of Edward Martin

Michael O'Hare 

 Joe, many thanks for this.
Una was very sorry to get the call from Alice on Sunday about Martin’s passing. Our condolences to you and all the family. In the short time we knew him, we had some great times together particularly down in Portmagee. Please let us know when the ashes are coming to Ireland.
Regards, Michael O'Hare, OPTiM Financial Solutions, Tuam Road, Galway

Ernest A Pineda

Joe: Thanks for the notification. Marty was a very close friend. We both were in the military and served in Vietnam.
I know alot of people that served but never befriended those individuals because I guess Marty and I were made of a different mindset. He was a very giving person and some people took advantage of him. I always used to get upset at him and tell him that he should not allow that to happen to him. He never changed. I am very glad that he was able to do all of the things that he spoke of when he was here in California. Once an Irishman always and Irishman.
There is absolutely nothing that I can say that can remove the feelings of loss from you and the your family but I can tell you that Marty was my best friend and I will truly miss him. I always told him that I could count my true friends on 1 finger and he was my dear friend.
One time as usual we were having a few shots, I excused myself and when I returned Marty is sitting next to this very attractive lady. Marty is running his finger over her arms in a very sensual manner. I asked him what are you doing? He responded I'm connecting the dots. The lady smiled and continued with her drink. The lady had freckles on her arms. Marty not only liked the ladies he always was kind to animals. They both deserved the kindness. Marty did have a way with the ladies. God bless him.
Ernest A Pineda Retired LAPD, Member: American Polygraph Association, National Polygraph Association

From: William M Rosensteel Jr  Tue 7/27/10 7:07 PM


I met Marty through Barbara H. during the '96 presidential campaign here on California's Central Coast. Marty was adept at all sorts of stuff, especially putting up campaign signs of all sizes. At one site we were plagued by the political opposition trashing a 4' x 8' sign several times. Marty finally had it with having to repair/replace the sign and came up with the solution of driving metal fence poles into the ground and surrounding the sign with barbed wire, along with an appropriate message to the opposition. We had no more trouble at there. Over the years I knew Marty, we found out we had many things in common.
I am hoisting a Guinness Stout in his memory. So long Marty -- We have known the days.
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there... I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow...
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight...
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there... I did not die...
Bill Rosensteel
Pismo Beach CA

 
Paul Hughes

I am shocked and sad to hear of Martins passing. My deepest sympathies with all of his family & friends. I'm sure he is at peace. My name is Paul Hughes. I'm from Limerick, Ireland. I was working in Shannon airport, Ireland when I was lucky enough to meet Martin. It was my job to assist persons with reduced mobility on/off and to/from their planes. By luck my colleague who was with Martin was called away so I took his place. Martin & I got chatting & I learned he was over learning about his family tree. We soon learned our relatives rooted back to the same parish of Kilconly, Tuam, Co. Galway. Believe it or not both our relatives are both McHugh's from that tiny parish but miraculously we were not related. My fathers mothers maiden name was McHugh. My uncle looked into it and told me we weren't in anyway related, unfortunately. It was an honour to meet Martin and I enjoyed those few months of looking into our pasts. I'm only sorry I didn't contact him recently. R.I.P. Martin, your friend, Paul.


Marty, Tom, Alice, Ryan & Kevin at Tom's 50th Birth Day Party




Wayne, Alice, Marty, Kevin, & Ryan at an Irish Bash




Marty, Wayne, Two Pints and good times at an Irish Bash


Some of those gathered at the Heath's Home to Celebrate Marty's Life and share love



Alice from Briarcliff and Mary and Abina from Ireland

It was Marty's Wish .....



Tom takes a long break into the morning ..... Photos by Salal Moon Rinaldo

Flowers were sent by the 5th Street Gallery by the members and added Messages to Joe Drury from his
friends:~John Leon (jlsculptor@gmail.com)
Sorry Joe. My thoughts are with you. Peace and life to you and yours. John
~Ober Rae Livingstone (kolorama@newageart.com)
HI Joe, Sorry to hear about this. As always, our thoughts and prayers are with you…both the Gallery Family and
the Livingstone Family. I hope you are doing okay. See you when you return. Ober-Rae

~Kay Hurley hurleym@fuse.net
Dearest Joe, Our hearts and prayers are with you. I'm so happy you were there with your brother. What a blessing for you both. Kay

~Leslie St. Clair (stclairpottery@yahoo.com)
Dear Joe, I am very sorry to hear about your brother, and glad that you were able to be with him. Please take whatever time you need and don't worry about Gallery shifts. My thoughts are with you and your family during this difficult time. Leslie

~Phyllis Sadler psadler13@fuse.net
Dear Joe, I'm so sorry to hear about the loss of your brother. I remember you had said that he wasn't well when you installed your glass pieces in NY and was going to stop and see him then. Even if you know in advance that things are not going well, you are still not prepared when the time comes and you lose a sibling. I'm glad you were able to spend his last days with him and be there when he passed away. You're in my thoughts and prayers~ Take care of yourself and don't worry about things at the gallery - I'm getting ready to leave town, but everyone else is stepping up to fill in for you. xox ~p

~Darryl Berry (darryl@darrylberry.com) Joe, I am sorry to hear of the loss of your brother. I know the passed few days could not have been very easy for you, but I'm sure your brother drew comfort from having you there, and knowing you would help his family after his passing. I wish there were words that could make this time easier for
you, but I know they just don't exist. Please know my thoughts are with you. With so much to worry about right now, make sure you stop for a moment or two and take care of yourself. See you soon, Darryl

 
~Donna Talerico (talericofineart@fuse.net) All my sympathies, Joe. Donna

~Jimi Merk (jimidesigns@hotmail.com) Sorry to hear about your loss Joe, I am preying for you and your family! Jimi

Thank you for the card that was signed by the staff and instructors at Daymar College and message from:
~Glenn Corson (gcorson@daymarcollege.edu) RE: My brother died last night. He passed in peace while I was there.
You're in our prayers Joe. Glenn Corson
~Thomas Graves (tgraves@daymarcollege.edu)
Joe my prayers are with you. Tom Graves

From: Glory Glass Art
Redondo Beach, California
To Joe and family:
http://www.facebook.com/GloryGlassArt

An Irish Prayer In Time of Sorrow...
May you see God's light on the path ahead
When the road you walk is dark.
May you always hear,
Even in your hour of sorrow,
The gentle singing of the lark.
When times are hard may hardness
Never turn your heart to stone,
May you always remember
when the shadows fall—
You do not walk alone.

From: "George Todd, M.D." Subject: Alice O'Sullivan
I am not trying to replace Martin as the family historian, because no one could duplicate or replace what he did for all of us. However, I I've had some notes on my desk since Abina and her brother were visiting with us. I am passing this story along to everyone before I lose the notes. After speaking with “distant cousin” Tom, I have no doubt that the story is true.

On April 11,1912, three young woman set out from Castle Cove (Kerry) to go to the New World. The three friends were Alice O’Sullivan (Marty's Grandmother and Kate’s great, great grandma), Mary O’Connell and Nora McGillicuddy.
They had saved their money for some time and were able to purchase “steerage class” tickets for the voyage ($36).
Very early on Thursday morning, April 11, they left Castle Cove via “horse and trap” (buggy) to travel the 15 miles to Kenmare.
In Kenmare they were to board a train for Cobh ( Cork ) which at the time was called Queenstown. The trip was 54 miles long. In Cobh , they were to board the ship bound for NYC.

The Titanic set sail from Southhampton, England on its maiden (and only) voyage on April 10, 1912. It stopped first in Cherbourgh, France for passengers and then arrived in Queenstown (Cobh), Ireland at 12:30PM on April 11, 1912 to pick up passengers (mostly emigrants) bound for New York. The Titanic left Queenstown (Cobh), Ireland at 2:00PM on April 11, 1912.

The train to Kenmare broke down somewhere between Kenmare and Cobh and the three girls “missed the boat”. They returned to Kenmare. On Sunday April 14, 1912, the Titanic hit an iceberg at 11:40PM and sank, 2 hours and 40 minutes later, at a point about 375 miles from Newfoundland. 1500 people drowned. About 750 were saved. There were only 20 lifeboats (each with a capacity of 65 people) on board because the Titanic was “unsinkable” according to the advertising.

There was a “women and children first” policy on the ship. About 75% of the men drowned. 94% of the women and children in “first class” survived (tickets were $5000 – in 1912 dollars). 47% of the women and children in “steerage” were saved. They were in the lower decks and apparently weren’t even informed about the catastrophe until it was well underway.

The orchestra continued to play music while the ship went down in the icy water. It broke in two just before it sank. We are so lucky that the three girls had the courage to make the voyage on another day. 


Picture Grandma's Farm, Bridge Before Repair:

Marty's ashes were returned to his grandmother’s home town in Staigue, Castle Cove, Kerry, Ireland, and his life remembered during a mass at the O'Connell Memorial Church in Cahirciveen, Kerry.



Grandma's Farm, Bridge Repaired In Summer.





Picture of Marty solving the Karen Gruber Case!

No Lies - evidence!


Marty at the grave stone Joe Drury designed for them. His is now with Mom and Dad.


Early "Marty Boat" Pictures  from John, Susan and Charley Healey. Thank You!
 

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