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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October, 1926, Tuesday 26

Had the misfortune to slide most peacefully into a big, muddy pool playing hurley at play to-day, and simply destroyed the short trousers of my new suit and my new pull-over. Spent half an hour mopping the mud off, but it was no use, and…

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November, 1926, Tuesday 2

Dr. Scannell told us all about the murder of the Czar and his family during the Russian revolution of 1917 in class this morning. Eugène Beauharnais, who became Duke of Leuchtenberg, settled down in southern Russia. His children’s tutor later became tutor to the Czarovitch,…

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November, 1926, Tuesday 9

Was sent by Dr. Scannell on a message to Blarney Street schools. They look pretty dilapidated. These are in a part of Cork in which I never was before. As small as Cork is, I am sure I have not been through 2/3 of it….

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December, 1926, Friday 3

3 Friday. Woke at 6 with a painfully sore eye, which got worse and worse. Was determined not to miss either Mass or school, so got up, bathed it, and went to 8 Mass. I could scarcely see in the Church, and it was very…

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December, 1926, Sunday 5

Went to Stockleys’ for cups for to-day’s party. It was a lovely spin. Brought home the cups in a case, but on the way the handle broke and down plumped case, cups and all. ‘O what a fall was there, my countrymen!’ It filled my…

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December, 1926, Wednesday 8

Holiday of obligation – no school. Worked till 2 and then rushed to concert. It was a great success. There were much more people there than at poor Mám’s recital, and mostly the ‘snobocracy’. Miss Eileen Price sang some English songs and then some by…

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December, 1926, Wednesday 29

Bought the ‘Vicar of Wakefield’ which is interesting reading, as a light on Scott’s, Macauley’s and Stockley’s essays on Goldsmith. Went to Ivor and Joe where we played cricket and football. Then trammed to Stockleys’, where Mr. Brady and Mrs. Sullivan repeated their concert. I…

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