Great disgust on seeing criticism of concert. Absolutely rotten. While every trash gets the highest praise in the ‘Examiner’, this beautiful concert, and all really artistic performances, are shamefully ignored. Many resolutions of going to Germany as soon as possible, where good efforts of any…

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At last the day has arrived! I hurried home as quickly as I could, and got everything ready. Margaret [the housekeeper] refused point-blank to polish my shoes, so I left rather ill-humoured, but this soon wore off when I arrived. I was the first to…

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Made out a plan of morning work for the holidays. I will do 2 hours school work, and 1½ hours piano every morning if I can. After breakfast (I get up at 8.30) I tidied up all my books and things in the dining-room, then…

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Saw critic [sic] of Mabel Dennis’ concert. No one, except Mrs. Horgan, is praised, and Mammie who, of course, stood out from the rest in her art as white stands out from black, is slurred over as usual. A year or two ago, that would…

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It is always a bit of a trial going back to school after a few days absence. They are all practising for sports with Fermoy next Sunday. The whole school will probably go to Fermoy. Yesterday my companion in the procession was an old Farran…

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Sophie told me yesterday that Professor Stockley got an official invitation for free passage with the whole family and one guest to the Eucharistic Congress at Chicago this year, and that he refused!! – Saw in the Dachau Zeitung [newspaper] a photograph of Mussolini, who…

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After Mass and Communion, in which I learnt origin of ‘White Sunday’, being last day for catechumans who were baptised to wear their white clothes, I went off to Castlelack in great spirits, but leaving poor Mam and Pap at home. Sophie and Irmah and…

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This morning I woke up with a fright to find Nellie, the house-dog, licking my arm. A miserable wet, drizzly day for the bank holiday. I am sure hundreds of excursions were spoiled, the cause of much tears to the young people. We spent most…

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Back to school again! But work has its attractions also. – When I was home last night, nobody was at home, as Mam was at ‘Fannie’s First Play’ by Bernard Shaw, which she said was very clever, and very common. She told me a killing…

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Went to Mass, brought up Mám’s breakfast ((Tilly Fleischmann always had breakfast in bed, as Hildegard Schaehle noted with astonishment in her diary during her visit to Cork in 1950.)), helped her in washing up, and then started off answering the heap of correspondence awaiting…

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