Thought for the Day
Mother used to be kept so busy doing little acts of charity when we were in Mount Street. She used...
Mother used to be kept so busy doing little acts of charity when we were in Mount Street. She used...
Try to imagine Our Lady seated on the donkey, and St. Joseph walking by her side. People pass by and...
Our children’s party went off well. I wanted so much to have gathered up some stray children who live outside...
We have such a lot of people for soup, we are obliged to divide them, and give tickets for alternate...
Our Lord looks down tenderly from Heaven upon the earth on which he was born. He will truly listen to...
Each year this season becomes more and more precious, for, as we get nearer our end, we prize the love...
I wish you a very happy feast. I will try to describe St. Lucy’s day here. We said we would...
When we were living in Mount Street, there was a little boy who used to cry out: “Hot potatoes!” in...
We used to come up to London from Beaumont at Christmas. The first year we went, there was a little...
It was a very cold day in December. As I turned the corner to go to Mass in Farm Street,...