Percy French wrote a lovely song called “The Mountains of Mourne” in which he reflects on being an emigrant in London. He’s writing home to an old girlfriend and telling her what London is like. It was one of the first songs I ever learned or tried to sing. One…
A thought from today’s Parish Bulletin (www.achonrydiocese.org/kilmovee/bulletin.pdf) Do you remember the way you‟d draw a house when you were a child? Few of us were architects at that stage and the house usually took a fairly basic form. A door with a window each side, a slated roof (crossed pairs…
Have been in Virginia USA since Wednesday. I spent two days with my aunt Mary Margaret in Richmond and met with her cousin Pat and his wife Irene. We had a good time together and, as always, was good to see them all. On Friday Mary Margaret and I travelled…
I was at a weekend retreat in Killenard, Co. Laois a few years ago. In the dining room there hung a painting entiled something along the lines “Servant Girl At Emmaus” and it depicted a rather puzzled looking girl at a table. There were some items on the table but…
It’s Thursdy evening and we have a celebration of enrolment for the boys and girls from the parish who are to celebrate the sacrament of Confirmation on Saturday next. I was just looking for a reflection I might use at the celebration this evening and my eye was caught by…
Since Friday I’ve celebrated marriage with two couples; Brian and Maria on Friday and Mark and Charlene on Saturday. They were lovely occasions of family gathering and friends supporting. I was glad to be part of both days. Brian and Charlene are both from Carracastle Parish and were young children…
