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Look back over the years, and like Zelig, there’s Frank, generally
A man of few words, when we sat down with Frank outside Caffe Delle Stelle in June 2014 – just around the corner from his home – there were pretty girls aplenty that day in Greystones. Which made this man of few words even less articulate than usual. I’m pretty sure “Holy, look at her!” wasn’t meant to be part of his answers
Frank passed on January 26th, 2015, following his late wife, Rachel, and leaving behind his daughter Gillian (and her husband, Ciaran), as well as grandchildren Nichola,
My Greystones: Frank Doyle
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involved in trying to make this town a better place. Whilst also getting up to some sort of mischief.
here.
Christine and Natalie. For many in Greystones, the passing of Frank Doyle was akin to losing a beloved uncle, someone who was always there, with a twinkle in his eye, and a slightly wicked quip or two.
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My Uncle Frank, only met him once and a nicer guy you couldnt ask for. Definatly a charecter, showed me every building he ever worked on. My dad was George Doyle.