May, 1926, Sunday 2

11th Sunday of Holy Communion. Poor Pappie was worse again to-day. He could not go to 10 o’clock Mass, and took a taxi to 12. I had to go with him. He had terrible pain. I was in a muddle to-day, because Stockleys had invited…

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May, 1926, Monday 3

Had to help Pappie this morning, as he was worse again, and was nearly late for school. Dr. Scannell gave me a history of German literature for Pappie. He was delighted with it. Found on coming home that the sciatica was much worse, and the…

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May, 1926, Sunday 9

12th Sunday of Holy Communion. Still thinking of St. Joan. The Bishop of Beauvais, Duke of Warwick and Charles VII were extraordinary. – P’s leg is almost better again but he had to take taxi to Cathedral again to-day. Fr. Engelmann does not know yet…

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May, 1926, Thursday 13

Holiday of Obligation to-day, and no school. After Mass and Holy Communion, went on some messages to town, got a clip and Fearanside’s ‘English History’ in Massy’s. – The strike finished yesterday evening! Evidently Mr. Baldwin, the Prime Minister, settled it. Owing to the strike…

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May, 1926, Thursday 27

Yesterday I saw in the paper long accounts about Abd El Krim being done for, but immediately underneath, that the fall of the franc had caused many different outbreaks among ruined Moroccan chiefs. But to-day it is in the paper that poor Abd El Krim…

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June, 1926, Monday 7

There were several pictures of the Procession in the ‘Examiner’ this morning. The crowd on the Parade looked immense. In one of the photos I come out behind the canopy bearer. Páp is mentioned in the account. A film of the whole thing was taken…

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June, 1926, Sunday 27

Went to 8 Mass, and then intended to work all the morning, but after I had finished my piano and violin, Mám said I should rest to-day, and I only polished my racket and shoes and ironed my trousers for to-day’s tennis. Páp went to…

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October, 1926, Tuesday 19

As I walked down the avenue, I saw the Bishop coming upwards, and he actually knew me by name, though it is many years since he used to pat me on the head, and call me ‘little Aloys’. He graciously let me kiss his ring,…

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