Thank you to all our Sisters for your supportive letters, words and prayer when our sister Maeve died. The family appreciated your presence at the wake and funeral, and your many kind expressions of sympathy. Mass will be offered for your intentions.
Deirdre & Fionnuala O’Hanlon
The Loreto Sisters and the Hickey family wish to thank you most sincerely for your warm expression of sympathy on the death of Sr. Nora. Your Mass cards, letters, visits, prayers and kind thoughts have been a great support and source of comfort to us all. The holy sacrifice of the Mass has been offered for your intentions.
Gratefully, Loreto Hickey
I wish to thank all who sympathized with me on the deaths of my brother, Brian and my sister, Mena. I do appreciate all the support I received during this difficult time-those who attended their homes and funeral, sent Masses, those who sent sympathy cards and letters-all was much appreciated. Thank You. Maura Dempsey
Evening in Dromantine
Twilight time A blush-pink sky Splendid trees of varying heights And shades of green
A mighty oak, given space to grow Has spread way out far
Two rabbits scamper up a slope Trees, shrubs reflected in the lake Utterly still
Two swans glide companionably Reluctant to leave the peace Lowering their heads now and then Joining with all around In praise of our Creator.
A Story from Marian McGreal
The following story was recalled by Catherine McManus nee Conlon, a Bundoran native who lived her married life in Enniskillen.
The St Louis Convent in Bundoran had a very positive influence in my upbringing and way of life. This influence came through a special person – Sr. Juliana Culhane
She made children like myself loved and cared for. My father died during difficult times, on my 7th birthday. I didn’t know or understand where he was as in those days children were kept in the dark. Going to school and seeing Sr. Juliana was looked forward to. She would lift me up and wrap her long skirt around me. I was very tiny and thin so the skirt would wrap around me several times as we sat up at the fire. Her big beads would rattle but that didn’t frighten me.
Her class was special; in the afternoon she would say, ‘now cailini, put your head on the desk and have a little sleep.’ After that year we were all moved on, but school was never the same. How could it be with an angel like her as a teacher.
For many years I used to visit Sr Juliana to try and give her some of the caring she so generously had given to me.
The next edition of Seo agus Siud will have the list of this years Jubilarians. We also hope to have memories of Carrickmacross and an account by Anne McCourt of her activities. We would be grateful for all contributions and accounts