We – my husband and I - met him on evening
perambulations which ended at the grotto.
The exchange would be humorously peppery – Thomas the Watchman never
lacked for repartee. He could be testy and truculent at the best of times, but
that often irascible exterior held a dutiful heart.
In those months that Thomas was on night duty, he
signed off at 6 AM, the time that I arrived to set up the keyboard for Sunday morning Mass. He observed me just once. From that time on the keyboard was in place
ready and waiting, the chairs and mics for the cantors were also set. All I had to do was switch on and play. Thomas himself would be sitting in Church,
three pews down in silent communion with the Eucharistic presence. Before leaving, he would come and ask,
‘Everything ok?’ He was and is the only
watchman who ever did that service for me.
I cannot forget.
When he received notice of his retirement, he asked
if there was any job for him as a watchman.
But his health did not permit heavy duty. And his attitude was read by many as
disrespect. Thomas, apparently, did not
believe in the Carnegie doctrine: he certainly did not go out on a limb to win
friends or influence people. And yet his
was an unforgettable, instantly recognisable presence. The numbers at his final
journey spoke for themselves.
It is fitting that his funeral oration also bore the
mark of his earthy humour: When challenged by St. Peter at the gates of heaven, Thomas
is thought to have replied, "I guarded the gates of the Lord’s House for twelve
years and any time you need a replacement, I’m willing to do your job!"
St. Peter is not likely to relinquish duty at the
pearly gates, but there is no doubt that we’ll meet Thomas within.
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