10th Sunday of Holy Communion. A really glorious tropical day. After finishing my comp., ‘Present Fears are less than Horrible Imaginings’ very appropriate for poor Mam who is playing to-night, and having partaken well of Pap’s birthday dinner, I went with Joe Mangan and Frank Keane rowing from the Blackrock rowing club. On the way there heard two Swedish sailors talking their melodious language. It was beautiful on the water, and I did a bit of rowing. Visited Blackrock Castle, and some dredges, from which we were hunted. Arrived home in time for tea, and then did messages to Opera House for Mam. We did not leave till 8.30 though concert was supposed to begin at 8, but found no. 3 on. The programme was very poor, though Miss Mabel Dennis, Mrs. O’Meara, Mrs. Horgan and Mrs. Hamilton are splendidly trained singers, but they sang mainly piffle. I was in agony as usual until Mam began her ‘Liebestod’ but was really surprised and delighted to see how brilliantly and faultlessly she played it. Other pieces were Debussy’s ‘Jardins sous la pluie’ and ‘Claire de lune’. Fairly enthusiastic and got encore. Could see that cultured people were delighted. Mam is glad ´tis over!
