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"Devil of a job it was collecting accounts of those convents. Tranquilla convent. That was a nice nun there, really sweet face. Wimple suited her small head. Sister? Sister? I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes. Very hard to bargain with that sort of woman." (U8.143)
Tranquilla is the name of a Carmelite convent in Knock (Co Mayo) and another on Upper Rathmines street Co Dublin). This is a picture of the Carmelite nun S. Therese de Lisieux, really sweet face. |
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" I disturbed her at her devotions that morning." (U8.146) |
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"But glad to communicate with the outside world. Our great day, she said. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Sweet name too: caramel." (U8.147) |
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"She knew, I think she knew by the way she. If she had married she would have changed." (U8.149) |
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"I suppose they really were short of money. Fried everything in the best butter all the same. No lard for them. My heart's broke eating dripping. They like buttering themselves in and out. Molly tasting it, her veil up." (U8.150)
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"Sister? Pat Claffey, the pawnbroker's daughter. It was a nun they say invented barbed wire." (U8.153) |
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"He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by." (U8.155) |
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"Rover cycleshop. Those races are on today. How long ago is that?" (U8.156) |
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"She didn't like it because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the Sugarloaf. As if that. Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with some sticky stuff. Flies' picnic too." (U8.165) |
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"Never put a dress on her back like it. Fitted her like a glove, shoulders and hips. Just beginning to plump it out well. Rabbit pie we had that day. People looking after her." (U8.167)
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"Happy. Happier then. Snug little room that was with the red wallpaper, Dockrell's, one and ninepence a dozen." (U8.170)
A period advertisement for Dockrell Sons & Co., Ltd., House Decoration. They are located in South Great George's street. |
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"Milly's tubbing night. American soap I bought: elderflower. Cosy smell of her bathwater. Funny she looked soaped all over. Shapely too." (U8.171) |
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"there was that lodge meeting on about those lottery tickets after Goodwin's concert in the supper room or oakroom of the Mansion house." (U8.184)
The Mansion House (on Dawson street) is the official residence of the Lord Mayor of Dublin. It was built in 1710 by Joshua Dawson (merchant, builder, and developer of Dawson and Nassau streets) for himself. In 1715, the Dublin City Corporation, looking for an official residence for the lord mayor, purchased it for £3,500 plus a yearly rent, each Christmas, of 40s and 6 lbs of refined sugar. In return, Dawson agreed to add on a room for civic receptions - the famous Oak Room. |
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"He and I behind. Sheet of her music blew out of my hand against the high school railings. Lucky it didn't. Thing like that spoils the effect of a night for her." (U8.187) |
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"Professor Goodwin linking her in front. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. His farewell concerts. Positively last appearance on any stage. May be for months and may be for never. Remember her laughing at the wind, her blizzard collar up. Corner of Harcourt road remember that gust? Brrfoo! Blew up all her skirts and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. She did get flushed in the wind." (U8.188) |