April, 1926, Saturday 24

Pappie’s birthday. We all wish him the greatest joy. – Got cards from Fr. Pat, who is now in Rome. He is rather tired, but has had many interesting experiences. I’m sure we will have talks of 5 hours at length when he comes back….

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August, 1926, Tuesday 17

Our last day here. After breakfast Mám and I met for a swim, but Miss O’Brien didn’t. The waves were even higher than before, and we were simply thrown around on the stones. I had lunch at 1, then took my bag and parcel of…

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