No justice for Kirsty MacColl?

The committee which has led the fight to achieve justice for Kirsty MacColl has agreed to cease campaigning. It will disband and stop collecting money to fund its activities. The remaining funds will be distributed to charities of which Kirsty would have approved. So it once more seems in the hugely corrupt kleptocracy which is modern Mexico money not only talks but it makes Justice fall silent. I had taken an interest in the case as I had once met Kirsty and knew her vicariously. She was signed to the famous “Stiff Records” part owned by Dave Robinson who was married to a daughter of a first generation Irish family from Clapham, Rosemary O’Connor; she is credited on backing vocals on Kirsty’s records as Rosemary Robinson. I knew her sister who lived in Dublin and had been in their house in London on occasion. Later she moved to Polydor as Stiff Records self destructed. Kirsty was a feisty and original talent, a powerful singer with a talent for observant bittersweet lyrics, “I put you on a pedestal, you put me on the pill.” From Billy Bragg’s “New England” is an example. My own favourite Kirsty song is “They don’t know”, as fine an exposition in song of teenage angst and love as you’ll find in popular music.

The Justice for Kirsty Campaign

http://www.justiceforkirsty.org

recently received news that the Mexican government have closed their case file on Kirsty’s death, and regard this as the end of the matter. They said they had exhausted all avenues of investigation and taken statements and affidavits from many witnesses. None of these had led to further information as to who may have been implicated, apart from the boat hand Cen Yam, who had already been convicted of causing the accident. Another factor may well be that Kirsty’s mother is now 85.

Kirsty MacColl was killed by a power boat at the age of 41 whilst scuba diving with her sons in a restricted diving area off Cozumel, México on 18th December 2000. A boat came tearing in right towards her and her son. She pushed her son out of its path and got hit and killed instantly. All these years later, no-one has been made accountable to the satisfaction of her family and friends. Her mother Jean has for many years sought justice for Kirsty's tragic and untimely death.


Jean Newlove - Kirsty's mother

Twelve miles off the Yucatan peninsula, the island of Cozumel, part of the state of Quintana Roo, is known as Mexico’s crown jewel. Its spectacular coral reef chain, the second largest in the world, forms the core of one of the most richly diverse ecosystems on the planet. It is ranked among the world’s top five diving destinations, attracting thousands of visitors annually. Among these was Kirsty MacColl, who, like many celebrities, enjoyed the island’s laid back atmosphere.

In December 2000, after 18 months of uninterrupted work, Kirsty MacColl needed a break. Passionate about water sports, she chose Cozumel. This trip, her third, would be especially enjoyable since she planned to introduce her sons, Jamie, 15, and Louis, 13, to scuba diving. On Sunday December 10, the evening before their departure, Kirsty MacColl’s mother, Jean Newlove, a choreographer and teacher, dropped by for supper. They had to make plans for Christmas, which the family would, as usual, spend with friends at MacColl’s house.



“She made out a list of groceries for me to buy. There were mince pies to make, presents to wrap, the tree to put up,” Newlove recalls. Later MacColl dropped her mother home. “We hugged goodbye. I said, ‘I love you,’ as she walked away, and without looking back she called, ‘And I love you.’” That was the last time Jean Newlove spoke to her daughter. On the night of Monday December 18, two days before MacColl was due to return, Newlove had just arrived home from the Old Vic and was making tea when the telephone rang. It was MacColl’s partner, the musician James Knight, who had also gone on the trip to Mexico. At first he was incapable of speech; after a long pause he choked out the words, “Jean, there’s been an accident. Kirsty is dead.”

The death of Kirsty MacColl at 41 made world headlines. She was at a peak in her career, following the release of an acclaimed new album, and tributes poured in from showbusiness colleagues, friends and fans; obituaries stressed not only her unusually wide-ranging gifts as a singer and lyricist, but also her warm, unpretentious, outspoken nature, which made her a controversial and much-loved figure in the music business.



Kirsty was born in 1959 and grew up in Croydon, London. Performance ran in her bloodlines. Her mother, Jean (Newlove) MacColl, was a prominent theatre choreographer. But it was father, Ewan MacColl (1915-89), who would be her primary career influence. Born James Miller to Scottish parents, Ewan MacColl began as an actor but during the 1950s became one of Britain’s most prominent folksinger-songwriters. His best-known song, the Grammy-winning torch ballad, The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face, would be a hit in 1972 for Roberta Flack (and much later, for Celine Dion and Johnny Cash). On his own, MacColl made dozens of acoustic folk albums and his song about his hometown of Salford “Dirty Old Town” is another classic. After a divorce from Jean, he married folksinger Peggy Seeger, half-sister of Pete Seeger, making for a formidable musical partnership. Kirsty married top producer Steve Lillywhite in August 1984 and had two children: Jamie was born on the 20 Feb 1985 and Louis was born on the 3rd Sept 1987. She split up with Steve in 1994 but they remained friends. In her latter days Kirsty was happily in a relationship with another musician, James Knight, who met her while teaching Louis to play saxophone.


Ewan & Kirsty MacColl

Kirsty was killed by a power boat whilst scuba diving with her sons in a restricted diving area off Cozumel, México. The powerboat (belonging to a the chairman of a large Méxican company) had apparently been travelling too fast in a National Park which bans such boats. An inexperienced boathand (Cen Yam) was charged with causing her death and found guilty of negligent homicide (subject to confirmation by a judge), which carries a sentence of up to seven years.

When it comes to corrupt institutions, the Mexican government is almost in a league by itself. All too often, it protects criminals who have the money and power (in Mexico they are the same thing) to buy justice. Apparently, that holds true for a Mexican businessman who, in a just world, would have been found guilty of manslaughter of Kirsty MacColl.

The owner, Guillermo González Nova, and his family were on board, and claimed it was the boathand, Cen Yam, at the controls, and that they were outside the restricted area travelling at no more than one knot. Witnesses said the boat was moving at high speed inside the National Park, its bow riding clear of the water. Kirsty would have died instantly. Jamie was struck on the head and side, without suffering serious injury.



Sr. Cen Yam was a maintenance hand, not the owner of the powerful 31-foot-long Percalito, with a top speed of more than 30 knots. Unlicensed to drive any boat, much less a powerful yacht, the functionally illiterate Cen Yam claimed to have taken a seaman’s course, yet when asked simple navigation-related questions, he was clueless.

Who, then, was the boat’s owner? Meet Guillermo Gonzalez Nova, chairman of Controladora Comercial Mexicana, which owns about 250 retail chain stores and supermarkets in Mexico. The crown-jewel asset of the publicly-traded company is a 50 percent stake in Costco’s operations in that country. The secretive Nova, now in his early 70s, recently was ranked among the seven wealthiest men in Mexico. He comes from a powerful Mexico City-based clan with strong ties to Cozumel Island. As it turns out, he was on board at the time of the accident, accompanied by two sons, a daughter-in-law and an infant granddaughter.

Port authority investigators found the dive boat had been flying a flag, but it did not conform to international regulations. It should also have had another crew member on board, and should have put out a marker buoy. However the ruling was that the powerboat had been in the prohibited area, the pilot had been negligent and violated navigation laws and the owner should not have let him take the controls.


Ewan MacColl & Peggy Seeger

The conclusion is virtually unavoidable: The Gonzalez Nova family paid Jose Cen Yam to be their fall guy. It’s too bad he’s not around to talk. Jean MacColl—she uses her former married name for all activities related to her quest for justice —told reporter Vicky Allan of Scotland’s The Sunday Herald (August 22, 2004):

"We do know that a witness saw Cen Yam a day or so after the accident. He had got very drunk in the pub and was celebrating, and he said that his boss had asked him to take responsibility for the accident and if he did he would give him a good lot of money. So he was going to buy himself a new house. I don’t know if he’s bought a new house because I can’t find him."

If anyone at this point needs convincing this was a cover-up, here’s the coup de grace. The MacColl family had attempted to serve Guillermo Gonzalez Nova and his daughter-in-law, Norma Haggas, with subpoenas. The Mexican federal police’s eventual reply was that the pair "could not be found". The head of one of the richest families in all of Mexico conveniently disappears with a son’s wife—just long enough for police to drop the case, which they did. Justice Mexican style? But, but no Justice for Kirsty MacColl and her family and no accountability for her tragic death caused by a rich man’s plaything at the age of 41?

Kirsty sang in her prescient “Soho Square”

“One day you’ll be waiting there, no empty bench in Soho Square
And we’ll dance around like we don’t care
And I’ll be much too old to cry
And you’ll kiss me quick in case I die before my birthday”

So it is apt that she is commemorated on a bench in Soho Square;



Kirsty MacColl left the world a dazzling legacy of music. Fairytale of New York was recorded in 1987 and lives to this day as one of the most moving Christmas songs of all time. Following its release Kirsty toured extensively with The Pogues which provided the inspiration to start writing again.



And here is her self penned “They Don't Know” (1979) which later became a hit for Tracey Ullmann.

No justice for Kirsty MacColl?

The committee which has led the fight to achieve justice for Kirsty MacColl has agreed to cease campaigning. It will disband and stop collecting money to fund its activities. The remaining funds will be distributed to charities of which Kirsty would have approved. So it once more seems in the hugely corrupt kleptocracy which is modern Mexico money not only talks but it makes Justice fall silent. I had taken an interest in the case as I had once met Kirsty and knew her vicariously. She was signed to the famous “Stiff Records” part owned by Dave Robinson who was married to a daughter of a first generation Irish family from Clapham, Rosemary O’Connor; she is credited on backing vocals on Kirsty’s records as Rosemary Robinson. I knew her sister who lived in Dublin and had been in their house in London on occasion. Later she moved to Polydor as Stiff Records self destructed. Kirsty was a feisty and original talent, a powerful singer with a talent for observant bittersweet lyrics, “I put you on a pedestal, you put me on the pill.” From Billy Bragg’s “New England” is an example. My own favourite Kirsty song is “They don’t know”, as fine an exposition in song of teenage angst and love as you’ll find in popular music.

The Justice for Kirsty Campaign

http://www.justiceforkirsty.org

recently received news that the Mexican government have closed their case file on Kirsty’s death, and regard this as the end of the matter. They said they had exhausted all avenues of investigation and taken statements and affidavits from many witnesses. None of these had led to further information as to who may have been implicated, apart from the boat hand Cen Yam, who had already been convicted of causing the accident. Another factor may well be that Kirsty’s mother is now 85.

Kirsty MacColl was killed by a power boat at the age of 41 whilst scuba diving with her sons in a restricted diving area off Cozumel, México on 18th December 2000. A boat came tearing in right towards her and her son. She pushed her son out of its path and got hit and killed instantly. All these years later, no-one has been made accountable to the satisfaction of her family and friends. Her mother Jean has for many years sought justice for Kirsty's tragic and untimely death.


Jean Newlove - Kirsty's mother

Twelve miles off the Yucatan peninsula, the island of Cozumel, part of the state of Quintana Roo, is known as Mexico’s crown jewel. Its spectacular coral reef chain, the second largest in the world, forms the core of one of the most richly diverse ecosystems on the planet. It is ranked among the world’s top five diving destinations, attracting thousands of visitors annually. Among these was Kirsty MacColl, who, like many celebrities, enjoyed the island’s laid back atmosphere.

In December 2000, after 18 months of uninterrupted work, Kirsty MacColl needed a break. Passionate about water sports, she chose Cozumel. This trip, her third, would be especially enjoyable since she planned to introduce her sons, Jamie, 15, and Louis, 13, to scuba diving. On Sunday December 10, the evening before their departure, Kirsty MacColl’s mother, Jean Newlove, a choreographer and teacher, dropped by for supper. They had to make plans for Christmas, which the family would, as usual, spend with friends at MacColl’s house.



“She made out a list of groceries for me to buy. There were mince pies to make, presents to wrap, the tree to put up,” Newlove recalls. Later MacColl dropped her mother home. “We hugged goodbye. I said, ‘I love you,’ as she walked away, and without looking back she called, ‘And I love you.’” That was the last time Jean Newlove spoke to her daughter. On the night of Monday December 18, two days before MacColl was due to return, Newlove had just arrived home from the Old Vic and was making tea when the telephone rang. It was MacColl’s partner, the musician James Knight, who had also gone on the trip to Mexico. At first he was incapable of speech; after a long pause he choked out the words, “Jean, there’s been an accident. Kirsty is dead.”

The death of Kirsty MacColl at 41 made world headlines. She was at a peak in her career, following the release of an acclaimed new album, and tributes poured in from showbusiness colleagues, friends and fans; obituaries stressed not only her unusually wide-ranging gifts as a singer and lyricist, but also her warm, unpretentious, outspoken nature, which made her a controversial and much-loved figure in the music business.



Kirsty was born in 1959 and grew up in Croydon, London. Performance ran in her bloodlines. Her mother, Jean (Newlove) MacColl, was a prominent theatre choreographer. But it was father, Ewan MacColl (1915-89), who would be her primary career influence. Born James Miller to Scottish parents, Ewan MacColl began as an actor but during the 1950s became one of Britain’s most prominent folksinger-songwriters. His best-known song, the Grammy-winning torch ballad, The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face, would be a hit in 1972 for Roberta Flack (and much later, for Celine Dion and Johnny Cash). On his own, MacColl made dozens of acoustic folk albums and his song about his hometown of Salford “Dirty Old Town” is another classic. After a divorce from Jean, he married folksinger Peggy Seeger, half-sister of Pete Seeger, making for a formidable musical partnership. Kirsty married top producer Steve Lillywhite in August 1984 and had two children: Jamie was born on the 20 Feb 1985 and Louis was born on the 3rd Sept 1987. She split up with Steve in 1994 but they remained friends. In her latter days Kirsty was happily in a relationship with another musician, James Knight, who met her while teaching Louis to play saxophone.


Ewan & Kirsty MacColl

Kirsty was killed by a power boat whilst scuba diving with her sons in a restricted diving area off Cozumel, México. The powerboat (belonging to a the chairman of a large Méxican company) had apparently been travelling too fast in a National Park which bans such boats. An inexperienced boathand (Cen Yam) was charged with causing her death and found guilty of negligent homicide (subject to confirmation by a judge), which carries a sentence of up to seven years.

When it comes to corrupt institutions, the Mexican government is almost in a league by itself. All too often, it protects criminals who have the money and power (in Mexico they are the same thing) to buy justice. Apparently, that holds true for a Mexican businessman who, in a just world, would have been found guilty of manslaughter of Kirsty MacColl.

The owner, Guillermo González Nova, and his family were on board, and claimed it was the boathand, Cen Yam, at the controls, and that they were outside the restricted area travelling at no more than one knot. Witnesses said the boat was moving at high speed inside the National Park, its bow riding clear of the water. Kirsty would have died instantly. Jamie was struck on the head and side, without suffering serious injury.



Sr. Cen Yam was a maintenance hand, not the owner of the powerful 31-foot-long Percalito, with a top speed of more than 30 knots. Unlicensed to drive any boat, much less a powerful yacht, the functionally illiterate Cen Yam claimed to have taken a seaman’s course, yet when asked simple navigation-related questions, he was clueless.

Who, then, was the boat’s owner? Meet Guillermo Gonzalez Nova, chairman of Controladora Comercial Mexicana, which owns about 250 retail chain stores and supermarkets in Mexico. The crown-jewel asset of the publicly-traded company is a 50 percent stake in Costco’s operations in that country. The secretive Nova, now in his early 70s, recently was ranked among the seven wealthiest men in Mexico. He comes from a powerful Mexico City-based clan with strong ties to Cozumel Island. As it turns out, he was on board at the time of the accident, accompanied by two sons, a daughter-in-law and an infant granddaughter.

Port authority investigators found the dive boat had been flying a flag, but it did not conform to international regulations. It should also have had another crew member on board, and should have put out a marker buoy. However the ruling was that the powerboat had been in the prohibited area, the pilot had been negligent and violated navigation laws and the owner should not have let him take the controls.


Ewan MacColl & Peggy Seeger

The conclusion is virtually unavoidable: The Gonzalez Nova family paid Jose Cen Yam to be their fall guy. It’s too bad he’s not around to talk. Jean MacColl—she uses her former married name for all activities related to her quest for justice —told reporter Vicky Allan of Scotland’s The Sunday Herald (August 22, 2004):

"We do know that a witness saw Cen Yam a day or so after the accident. He had got very drunk in the pub and was celebrating, and he said that his boss had asked him to take responsibility for the accident and if he did he would give him a good lot of money. So he was going to buy himself a new house. I don’t know if he’s bought a new house because I can’t find him."

If anyone at this point needs convincing this was a cover-up, here’s the coup de grace. The MacColl family had attempted to serve Guillermo Gonzalez Nova and his daughter-in-law, Norma Haggas, with subpoenas. The Mexican federal police’s eventual reply was that the pair "could not be found". The head of one of the richest families in all of Mexico conveniently disappears with a son’s wife—just long enough for police to drop the case, which they did. Justice Mexican style? But, but no Justice for Kirsty MacColl and her family and no accountability for her tragic death caused by a rich man’s plaything at the age of 41?

Kirsty sang in her prescient “Soho Square”

“One day you’ll be waiting there, no empty bench in Soho Square
And we’ll dance around like we don’t care
And I’ll be much too old to cry
And you’ll kiss me quick in case I die before my birthday”

So it is apt that she is commemorated on a bench in Soho Square;



Kirsty MacColl left the world a dazzling legacy of music. Fairytale of New York was recorded in 1987 and lives to this day as one of the most moving Christmas songs of all time. Following its release Kirsty toured extensively with The Pogues which provided the inspiration to start writing again.



And here is her self penned “They Don't Know” (1979) which later became a hit for Tracey Ullmann.

Gerard Cowan

Gerard Cowan was a wandering minstrel from the Emerald Isle whose love of music and restless nature brought him on a convoluted but fascinating journey over the course of his life. Gerard died in the United States in his adopted home of Pawcatuck, Connecticut on the 2nd February 2009 after battling for over 10 years against a brain tumour which was diagnosed not long after the birth of his three children. Pawcatuck is a small town of just over 5,000 people along the Pawcatuck River in the North Eastern corner of Connecticut on the Atlantic Coast. It is an old established town which is part of New London County and the Mechanic Street Historic District is a historic riverfront district on the National Register of Historic Places. It was a centre of engineering and textile manufacturing in New England from the 1800s and before that had a thriving seafaring and boat building tradition along the Mystic River. It is also the home of the Freedom Schooner “Amistad” made famous in the 1997 movie of the same name by Steven Spielberg about the 1839 mutiny aboard a slave ship which was travelling towards the Northeast Coast of America




Mystic Seaport

Gerard Cowan or "Bouncer" as he was nicknamed due to his exuberant character and physique was well liked amongst his friends in Dublin, in Scouting and in Traditional Music circles. Many of us met him last at Conor Maguire's funeral at the end of November 2008 in Dublin and while he was very obviously not himself he was still delighted to catch up with the old gang. I told him that Conor would have really appreciated he was there and he just said "Conor would have done the same for me." There was a lot of decency about Gerard and we felt for him in his fight against his illness. It is odd and unsettling that the two West Finglas friends who grew up two doors apart on Kildonan Avenue have gone from us in such a short time. Many people at that other sad occasion in Dublin had not seen Gerard for many years and were both shocked at the physical toll his illness had taken but delighted to meet him again after many years. The psychological toll on Gerard and those around him must have been immense as he had been told on a number of occasions that he had only months to live.


Gerard at Woodstock 1978

His obituary in his local paper “The Day” hints at the colour and variety which he packed into the 49 year long journey of his life;

http://archive.theday.com/re.aspx?re=550edf9c-b2d3-4319-b617-ccadb2c0e04a

“Pawcatuck - Gerard Patrick Cowan, 49, of Pawcatuck, beloved husband of Michelle Morris and father of Ciara, Ben, and Jamie Cowan, passed away, Monday, Feb. 2, 2009, at home after a long battle with a brain tumour. Born in Dublin, Ireland, he was the son of Margaret (Dignam) Cowan of Dublin, Ireland, and the late James Cowan. Gerard was a traditional Irish musician, and was also a veterinarian technician for many years in New Jersey, Michigan, and Virginia. At various points in his life he trained as a baker, worked as a tiler, was a stay-at-home dad with his triplets, and even a cowboy. He loved to fish, appreciated the outdoors and all wildlife, the Pittsburgh Steelers, and enjoyed listening to and playing traditional Irish music.

Besides his wife, children, and mother he leaves his sister and brother, Deirdre Duffy and her husband, Eric, and Robert Cowan and his wife, Ann, all of Swords, Ireland; a niece, Alana Witter; and his nephew, James Duffy.

A memorial service celebrating Gerard's life will be held Thursday, Feb. 5, at 11 a.m. at the Old Mystic United Methodist Church, 44 Main St., Old Mystic. There are no calling hours. The Mystic Funeral Home has charge of arrangements.

The family has asked any donations be made to Hospice of South-eastern Connecticut, 227 Dunham St., Norwich, CT 06360. The family invites you to visit www.mysticfuneralhome.com for the online guest book.”


Leading a music session in the Ballymun Scout Den

Gerard had a wide circle of friends amongst his neighbours and childhood friends, his involvement in the Scout Movement and in traditional Irish music circles. After leaving school he had a number of jobs before training as a baker and obtaining his City and Guilds with the major Dublin firm of Johnston, Mooney and O’Brien and afterwards did a number of jobs in catering and in music. Traditional Irish Music was his great love and he was an accomplished balladeer and guitarist who occupied regular pitches at music sessions at the famous Brazen Head (the world’s oldest licensed premises and mentioned in Leon Uris’s “Trinity”) and in O’Donoghue’s in Merrion Row, Dublin. The latter establishment is the holy grail of traditional music famous as the launch pad of the Irish Folk Group “The Dubliner’s.”

http://daithaic.blogspot.com/2008/08/farewell-ronnie-drew.html

Gerard was a talented musician and singer and with his natural sociability he was a fixture at social gatherings amongst his wide circle of friends. It was his music which first brought him to the “Next Parish to Ireland”, America where he married, set up home and had three children who are not yet teenagers.

He loved the outdoors and weekends in the countryside and was an enthusiastic member of 57th Dublin Venture Scouts. As well as his own unit Gerard often joined in events with 1st Dublin and 5th Port Scout Groups. We also remember him giving freely of his time and effort on two other projects.

http://daithaic.blogspot.com/2010/11/ballymun-scouts.html

Firstly, in the late 70’s and early 80’s he was involved with 64th Dublin Scout Group based in the basement of Eamonn Ceannt Tower in the Ballymun Public Housing complex in North Dublin. This was a unique experiment in Scouting Outreach in a deprived area and Gerard was always on hand when help or assistance was needed as he identified with the aim of bringing the benefits of the Scout Movement to youngsters who needed it most.


Hiking in Glenmalure, Co. Wicklow; Francis Caulfield, David Caldwell, Gerard Cowan, Síle Mc Inerney, Ann Paisley, Gay Spencer

Secondly and fittingly for one with such a musical bent he was very much involved in the great event at Woodstock! This was not the small event in upstate New York but the International Scout Jamboree held at Woodstock in County Kilkenny in 1978. Gerard was down most weekends in the year beforehand where we were based in Cullen’s Farmhouse constructing the infrastructure needed for an event with 7,000 visitors over 10 days in August 1978. In true “Bouncer” fashion there were many happy musical evenings in Cullen’s farmhouse and in the local hostelries in the village of Inistioge



As his Obituary from “The Day” shows he fitted a great deal into his 49 years and touched many people. He was not the most organised or, at times, the most rational of people but there was no doubting his love of life, his exuberance which earned him his nickname “Bouncer” or his happiness in the company of others particularly indulging his love of music and the outdoors.

At times like this there is no point in looking for fairness or reason in what has happened, death is always a glutton and it never seems more avaricious than when it takes those who are too young and relish life. Nobody could doubt Gerard’s love of people, his capacity for friendship and his zest for life. Our deepest sympathies go to his wife Michelle, his children Ciara, Ben, and Jamie Cowan and his family in Ireland.

Ar dheis Dé go raibh a hanam dílis.


Gerard P. Cowan

Born Dublin, Ireland, June 16, 1959

Died Pawcatuck, Connecticut, United States of America, February 2, 2009

See also;

Conor Maguire;

http://daithaic.blogspot.com/2009/11/conor-maguire.html

Ballymun Scouts;

http://daithaic.blogspot.com/2010/11/ballymun-scouts.html

Gerard Cowan

Gerard Cowan was a wandering minstrel from the Emerald Isle whose love of music and restless nature brought him on a convoluted but fascinating journey over the course of his life. Gerard died in the United States in his adopted home of Pawcatuck, Connecticut on the 2nd February 2009 after battling for over 10 years against a brain tumour which was diagnosed not long after the birth of his three children. Pawcatuck is a small town of just over 5,000 people along the Pawcatuck River in the North Eastern corner of Connecticut on the Atlantic Coast. It is an old established town which is part of New London County and the Mechanic Street Historic District is a historic riverfront district on the National Register of Historic Places. It was a centre of engineering and textile manufacturing in New England from the 1800s and before that had a thriving seafaring and boat building tradition along the Mystic River. It is also the home of the Freedom Schooner “Amistad” made famous in the 1997 movie of the same name by Steven Spielberg about the 1839 mutiny aboard a slave ship which was travelling towards the Northeast Coast of America




Mystic Seaport

Gerard Cowan or "Bouncer" as he was nicknamed due to his exuberant character and physique was well liked amongst his friends in Dublin, in Scouting and in Traditional Music circles. Many of us met him last at Conor Maguire's funeral at the end of November 2008 in Dublin and while he was very obviously not himself he was still delighted to catch up with the old gang. I told him that Conor would have really appreciated he was there and he just said "Conor would have done the same for me." There was a lot of decency about Gerard and we felt for him in his fight against his illness. It is odd and unsettling that the two West Finglas friends who grew up two doors apart on Kildonan Avenue have gone from us in such a short time. Many people at that other sad occasion in Dublin had not seen Gerard for many years and were both shocked at the physical toll his illness had taken but delighted to meet him again after many years. The psychological toll on Gerard and those around him must have been immense as he had been told on a number of occasions that he had only months to live.


Gerard at Woodstock 1978

His obituary in his local paper “The Day” hints at the colour and variety which he packed into the 49 year long journey of his life;

http://archive.theday.com/re.aspx?re=550edf9c-b2d3-4319-b617-ccadb2c0e04a

“Pawcatuck - Gerard Patrick Cowan, 49, of Pawcatuck, beloved husband of Michelle Morris and father of Ciara, Ben, and Jamie Cowan, passed away, Monday, Feb. 2, 2009, at home after a long battle with a brain tumour. Born in Dublin, Ireland, he was the son of Margaret (Dignam) Cowan of Dublin, Ireland, and the late James Cowan. Gerard was a traditional Irish musician, and was also a veterinarian technician for many years in New Jersey, Michigan, and Virginia. At various points in his life he trained as a baker, worked as a tiler, was a stay-at-home dad with his triplets, and even a cowboy. He loved to fish, appreciated the outdoors and all wildlife, the Pittsburgh Steelers, and enjoyed listening to and playing traditional Irish music.

Besides his wife, children, and mother he leaves his sister and brother, Deirdre Duffy and her husband, Eric, and Robert Cowan and his wife, Ann, all of Swords, Ireland; a niece, Alana Witter; and his nephew, James Duffy.

A memorial service celebrating Gerard's life will be held Thursday, Feb. 5, at 11 a.m. at the Old Mystic United Methodist Church, 44 Main St., Old Mystic. There are no calling hours. The Mystic Funeral Home has charge of arrangements.

The family has asked any donations be made to Hospice of South-eastern Connecticut, 227 Dunham St., Norwich, CT 06360. The family invites you to visit www.mysticfuneralhome.com for the online guest book.”


Leading a music session in the Ballymun Scout Den

Gerard had a wide circle of friends amongst his neighbours and childhood friends, his involvement in the Scout Movement and in traditional Irish music circles. After leaving school he had a number of jobs before training as a baker and obtaining his City and Guilds with the major Dublin firm of Johnston, Mooney and O’Brien and afterwards did a number of jobs in catering and in music. Traditional Irish Music was his great love and he was an accomplished balladeer and guitarist who occupied regular pitches at music sessions at the famous Brazen Head (the world’s oldest licensed premises and mentioned in Leon Uris’s “Trinity”) and in O’Donoghue’s in Merrion Row, Dublin. The latter establishment is the holy grail of traditional music famous as the launch pad of the Irish Folk Group “The Dubliner’s.”

http://daithaic.blogspot.com/2008/08/farewell-ronnie-drew.html

Gerard was a talented musician and singer and with his natural sociability he was a fixture at social gatherings amongst his wide circle of friends. It was his music which first brought him to the “Next Parish to Ireland”, America where he married, set up home and had three children who are not yet teenagers.

He loved the outdoors and weekends in the countryside and was an enthusiastic member of 57th Dublin Venture Scouts. As well as his own unit Gerard often joined in events with 1st Dublin and 5th Port Scout Groups. We also remember him giving freely of his time and effort on two other projects.

http://daithaic.blogspot.com/2010/11/ballymun-scouts.html

Firstly, in the late 70’s and early 80’s he was involved with 64th Dublin Scout Group based in the basement of Eamonn Ceannt Tower in the Ballymun Public Housing complex in North Dublin. This was a unique experiment in Scouting Outreach in a deprived area and Gerard was always on hand when help or assistance was needed as he identified with the aim of bringing the benefits of the Scout Movement to youngsters who needed it most.


Hiking in Glenmalure, Co. Wicklow; Francis Caulfield, David Caldwell, Gerard Cowan, Síle Mc Inerney, Ann Paisley, Gay Spencer

Secondly and fittingly for one with such a musical bent he was very much involved in the great event at Woodstock! This was not the small event in upstate New York but the International Scout Jamboree held at Woodstock in County Kilkenny in 1978. Gerard was down most weekends in the year beforehand where we were based in Cullen’s Farmhouse constructing the infrastructure needed for an event with 7,000 visitors over 10 days in August 1978. In true “Bouncer” fashion there were many happy musical evenings in Cullen’s farmhouse and in the local hostelries in the village of Inistioge



As his Obituary from “The Day” shows he fitted a great deal into his 49 years and touched many people. He was not the most organised or, at times, the most rational of people but there was no doubting his love of life, his exuberance which earned him his nickname “Bouncer” or his happiness in the company of others particularly indulging his love of music and the outdoors.

At times like this there is no point in looking for fairness or reason in what has happened, death is always a glutton and it never seems more avaricious than when it takes those who are too young and relish life. Nobody could doubt Gerard’s love of people, his capacity for friendship and his zest for life. Our deepest sympathies go to his wife Michelle, his children Ciara, Ben, and Jamie Cowan and his family in Ireland.

Ar dheis Dé go raibh a hanam dílis.


Gerard P. Cowan

Born Dublin, Ireland, June 16, 1959

Died Pawcatuck, Connecticut, United States of America, February 2, 2009

See also;

Conor Maguire;

http://daithaic.blogspot.com/2009/11/conor-maguire.html

Ballymun Scouts;

http://daithaic.blogspot.com/2010/11/ballymun-scouts.html