Thought for the Day
Mother took a Sister with us to Fr. Barge’s school during the Christmas holidays to dress a tree for the...
Mother took a Sister with us to Fr. Barge’s school during the Christmas holidays to dress a tree for the...
When we went to Mount Street, Mother chose for herself the smallest room with just enough space for the bed...
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...
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...
It was a very cold day in December. As I turned the corner to go to Mass in Farm Street,...