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For at least the rest of the day. And maybe even the rest of my life.
Eric and Ruth are sitting at the table by the window, right across from one another, so each can see the other but also whoever might be coming up their driveway to say hello.
It helps that Eric and Ruth live in what might just be Greystones’ sweetest cul de sac. “We’re basically the last house in Greystones before you hit the Cliff Walk,” says the man of the house, Eric having built the family home back in 1965, the Archer clan moving in that August.
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id you ever walk into a room of devilment and immediately think, I want to stay here?
id you ever walk into a room of devilment and immediately think, I want to stay here? For at least the rest of the day. And maybe even the rest of my life.
Pic: Peter McNiff
That’s how it felt when Eric Archer led me from his front door to the front room where he and his wife of 62 years, Ruth, were snugly enconsed. The fire was practically roaring with the heat, and their little dog Fussy was quick to take his place in front of it once again.
It’ll never last
Eric and Ruth are sitting at the table by the window, right across from one another, so each can see the other but also whoever might be coming up their driveway to say hello.
The developer Eddie O’Dwyer has just left, chuckling, as usual (“I always make Eddie laugh,” smiles Ruth. “I save up my jokes for his regular visits.”). 
It’s coming up to five o’clock on a mild December evening, and the sun is getting ready for bed. These two though look like they just might pull an all-nighter.
This room is just that cosy.
It’s coming up to five o’clock on a mild December evening, and the sun is getting ready for bed. These two though look like they just might pull an all-nighter.It helps that Eric and Ruth live in what might just be Greystones’ sweetest cul de sac. “We’re basically the last house in Greystones before you hit the Cliff Walk,” says the man of the house, Eric having built the family home back in 1965, the Archer clan moving in that August.
“We’ve got our own little neighbourhood down here,” offers Ruth. “We all look out for one another. We’ve also got our kids all around us. Everyone’s within five minutes of here. Which is great – they check in with us all the time.”
With his beloved Seagulls
So, as you can see, the perfect life. And it’s no less than Eric and Ruth Archer deserve, being very much part of Greystones DNA.
Eric’s grandfather, Albert
As a young man, Eric Archer and a bunch of his friends met in the Carnegie Library in Greystones and decided the town needed a rugby club. That was 1937. Eric went on to be Greystones Rugby Club’s President for 1976/1977.
Eric’s parents, Edward & Louise
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i remember the old pavilion that stood beside the silver birch trees burned down ,about 1964 or so,as a child one could be treated to tea and a biscuit if you mooched around long enough post match,the smell of winter green was always overwhelming as i recall ,it was quiet a loss when it did go and lots of people would have viewed the remains ,we children found some bottles of fanta orange that had not bursted in the fire and washed the soot off them in the stream ,innocent days but we had a party anyway,no harm done as they say ,a better situation transpired in the long run .the 70’s disco’s in the new clubhouse were a feature event dominating the social scene ,after the daytime rough and tumble of the rugger that is .