Coming Home
This space has been part of my life for many years and, in recent times, I have been neglecting it. Like all untended gardens, the weeds begin to flourish and…
The Box
The Box by Lascelles Abercrombie Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a kind of box Bound up…
Gentleness
In Kilmovee, I liked to take pictures of the church from the front of my house. There is a magnificent tree outside he house and some of the photos I…
On your 100th Birthday
Dear Mary, Were you still with us, you would have received a letter (and cheque) from The President today! Alas, no letter or cheque and sadly you are not still…
Remembered
Just short of one month ago, a very good friend of mine died. Her name is Marie Regan and, during my time in Kilmovee Parish, Marie was sacristan in Kilmovee.…
Lazarus around us
How many years can a mountain exist before it is washed to the sea and how many years must a people exist before they’re allowed to be free yes, and…
Counting down
The days are passing and home is in view. I have enjoyed the time here very much but am happy to be going home – which is always a good…
Here again
For the past few weeks I have been back in Rockville Centre, New York. It’s difficult to believe but it is twenty-five years since I came here first; that time…
Class Reunion
I write these lines in advance of a class reunion in St Nathy’s College, Ballaghaderreen. It will see former pupils and classmates, who sat the leaving cert in 1981, gather…
Back again!
It’s September and I am anxious to renew my connection with this blog. I miss it! SInce COVID I have been using Facebook a lot. Those of you who know…