Raymond was a giant among Irish historians of all periods, but more importantly, he was a thoroughly decent human being, generous to a fault with his expertise, his learning, his hospitality, and his down-to-earth humanity.
There’s some very sad news from Maynooth this morning, news that has reverberated around the world of Irish history and has left so many of us numb in its wake.
He was also a terrific raconteur, drawing the most incredibly compelling (and humorous) stories and anecdotes from the vast archives of his wonderful mind.
What I will also remember about Raymond is just what wonderful table company he was, and how important he considered the social and collegial elements of scholarship to be.
It’s no accident that one’s doctoral supervisor is also called a doktorvater, and the very best often do fully assume the role of an academic father. I have no hesitation in confirming that Raymond did that for me.
I lost my biological father in December 2001. I lost my academic father today, and I feel bereft. There is a very real sense in which, when this happens, one becomes academically orphaned.
A few years ago we published a festschrift in Raymond’s honour. I wrote an appreciation of Raymond for the volume, and I include it below. For those of you who never met Raymond, it will give you some sense of the man he was and how indebted I am to him.
My deepest sympathies to his wife Bernie and to all who loved Ray dearly.
Somehow, life will never be quite the same again.
RIP Ray. Thank you for everything.