When I look at the Easter cross, I am reminded of my childhood. For me, Easter always conjures up so many memories – taking me back to my Catholic upbringing; crossing my heart, school holidays,Ash Wednesday, Easter baskets and cards, going to church and eating Cadburys crème eggs and hot cross buns. School Days BackContinue reading “Reflections on my Easter Childhood”
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Maynooth-A Dream Come True Part 1
6A Cahill Road.
“I think this is the one”, Achi said turning his gaze from the street to his wife.
A gust of wind blew fiercely, he shuddered, pulling the flap of his blazer up and adjusting his scarf. He carried their only suitcase and led the way up the steep cobble stoned walkway to the house.
The door was a brilliant shade of blue and was numbered 6A in faded gold metal. At the top of the steps, lay a doormat that read the words WELCOME in green shamrock lettering. He knocked firmly on the door and waited. After a moment or two, the door was opened, and a middle aged woman stood and stared at them.
“Archee?” she asked startled, with a strong Irish accent.
“Yes,” he said smiling, relieved that they had finally arrived at the right place.
The Ladypreneur 