In an Ireland of large families, Pat was an only child and never married. When her mother died thirteen years ago, Katharine’s mother became next of kin, when Katharine’s mother died at the end of August, the mantle passed to Katharine. After five years in a nursing home with dementia, Pat died last Sunday. Tomorrow we say our farewell.
âThough I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evilâ?.
It would not have been possible to have known Pat for long without …
The funeral of a great pillar of our church takes place in the morning – here are the words for her. If she is sitting and listening in the heavenly choir stalls, I hope they meet with her approval. I would not like to meet with reproof when I next see her!
“Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever”. Psalm 23:6
Esme, for me, was the last Victorian.
Esme’s father, the Revd Wingfield …
At the time of decimalisation in Britain in early 1971, there was reportedly a lady who told a reporter that she didn’t mind the idea of the decimal money but thought that the Government might have waited for the old people to die before they brought the new money in.
Everyone laughed when the story was told.Sometimes, though, there seems to be sense in what she was saying. Sometimes it would be a whole lot easier if things could be put off for just a while.
Sometimes I have to …
Following “The Pope’s Children”, his bestselling survey of the generation born after the visit of Pope John Paul II to Ireland in September 1979, David McWilliams presented a three-part television series “Searching for the Pope’s Children”.
I interviewed David yesterday, for local radio. Given that the interview will be broadcast mostly in the west of the country and that many people don’t listen to religious programmes, here’s a transcript of what he said:
Having watched your three television programmes, I didn’t get a sense that the people you met had …
‘You are a king then’, said Pilate
There is a grey Massey Ferguson tractor at Richard Hill’s garage in Greystones. It is at least 50 years old, but shines as if it were new. Were I rich, I would offer its owner whatever price he cared to name in order to have it.
I know nothing whatsoever about tractors, in fact I know nothing whatsoever about anything mechanical, but the little grey ‘Fergie’ brings back so many memories, that engineering ignorance wouldn’t even be a consideration.
The Fergie represents childhood …
Being easily amused, the wayside pulpit from a Presbyterian Church in the United States seemed clever.
There are many questions that Google can’t answer.
My question this evening was, ‘What is the flashing white light beyond the ridge of the Dublin mountains that I can see from the kitchen window of our house’. Even including only the keywords produced no satisfactory answer.
I assume that the questions that the author of the sign is considering are probably of a more general nature than mysterious illuminations seen from the east coast …