Saint Catherine & Saint James with Saint Audoen
Canon Mark Gardner (Rector) Tel: 01 454 2274 Mobile 087 266 0228
Curate-Assistant the Revd Martha Waller
Bernard Woods (Diocesan Lay Reader) Tel: 01 808 5304
James Kilbey (Lay Minister) Tel: 01 820 2928
Review Distribution: Doris Brooks Tel: 01 453 0887
10.00 Eucharist, St Audoen, Cornmarket (free parking, Francis Street, on Sundays).
11.30 Eucharist, St Catherine & St James, Donore Avenue (Service of the Word Second and Fourth Sundays), and Sunday School, in term time.
St Catherine’s N.S. Parents’ Association
Saturday 27 April ‘Comedy Night’ The Guinness Store House seats 300 and (as with previous years) we will have top acts, so we are hoping for a good crowd. We really need your support and the support of your families, friends, neighbours, colleagues and anyone else you can think of with a sense of humour! So please come for a great night out to raise much needed funds for the School.
Barbara’s colleagues and friends read this Irish Times Notice with much sadness and at the same time a sense of relief that her suffering had come to an end; in the presence of our loving Great Creator.
JACKSON, Barbara (Dublin) – December 1, 2012 (peacefully) at St. James’s Hospital; sadly missed by her nieces, Linda, Adele, Nicola, their families and dear friends Hazel and her sons David and Alan, relatives and friends. Funeral tomorrow (Thursday) at 11.00 o’clock in St. Catherine and St. James’ Church, Donore Avenue, followed by burial in Mount Jerome Cemetery. Family flowers only, donations if desired to Alzheimers Society of Ireland. “Peace perfect peace”
Canon Mark Gardner at the funeral, and I assisted him at the Church and at the graveside, being Diocesan Lay Reader at St. Catherine and St. James’, Donore Avenue, Dublin. As Grand Almoner, I had the joy of knowing Barbara for many years, a gentle softly-spoken lady in the Accounts Department of the Grand Lodge of Ireland, Molesworth Street, and the various Masonic Charities which have assisted so many in past generations, and continue to do so today.
Barbara’s CEO (Chief Executive Officer) said ‘Barbara was loyal, very friendly, completely efficient and hard-working; private, independent, with a wicked sense of humour, and utterly non-judgemental! She was a cyclist and walker and an inner city veteran all her life. Her great love, after the Church, was her stately cat called Socks, who appeared to reign over ‘all creatures great and small’, in and around Donore Road, and who died on the same day as she did. She was a much-loved member of staff in Freemasons’ Hall, greatly missed when she retired. Personally, I was very fond of her.’
The late great Norman Vincent Peale has written: “I want to say to you my friends, that if you feel you have lost a dear one, that isn’t so at all. That dear one is over on the other side, and the other side isn’t very far from you. Our loved ones have their own lives and are living gloriously in the heavenly realm. But they are not far away. And sometimes the veil may part for a fraction of a moment. When you and I go over to the other side, we will be with them, for-ever and always. This is what we mean by life’s eternity; it is an awareness, a sensitivity, a perceptiveness.”
May we all have a joyous meeting with Barbara on some day of eternal light in the future.
An article in a local paper tells the story of a woman shut up in the laundry in Stanhope St. The fair linen cloths for All Saints Grangegorman used to come back from that laundry perfectly shaped and starched. I do them now myself with spray starch and think of those unfortunate people. The Church of Ireland had its own Magdalen in Leeson St with its proprietary chapel, the oldest of all the Magdalen Laundries in Ireland.
From an Irish Times article
One aspect of the myth of St Patrick that always seemed peculiar to me was his early kidnapping and enslavement. Not the fact of it – Patrick’s Confessio is absolutely authentic. The fifth-century Irish enjoyed rich pickings in decaying Roman Britain, and they were enthusiastic slavers. What’s odd is the conflict between the general acceptance that Patrick was a Romanised Welshman and the place where he ended up herding sheep. Mount Slemish is between Ballymena and Larne, a long, long way from Wales and a fairly unnatural place for a low-value boy-slave to end up.
Norman Davies’ wonderfully batty Vanished Kingdoms, (Allen Lane, 2011) suggests an explanation. The book aims to draw attention to European states that have disappeared virtually without trace, including such places as Burgundia, the Visigothic kingdom in Spain known as Tolosa and (weirdly) “Éire”. The most interesting is the kingdom of Alt Clud, “The Rock”, centred at Drumbarton just outside Glasgow and taking in most of what are now Kilbride, Kilmarnock and northern Galloway.
In Davies’ account, the kingdom lasted from roughly the fourth century to roughly the ninth, and was North British in the original cultural sense, with its people speaking Cumbric, a Celtic language closely related to Welsh, Cornish and Breton.
Part of the evidence is the only surviving authentic writing of Patrick’s apart from his Confessio. His Letter to Coroticus is a severe dressing-down aimed at a ruler identified by Davies as Ceredig Gueldig, the earliest King of the Rock. Who better for a bishop to wag his finger at, than his own leader?
Interpreting records from the period is notoriously problematic, akin to picking one’s way through a vast swamp using a few tiny, unstable stepping stones, but Davies’ performance is virtuoso. It is hard to resist the picture of the young Patrick on Slemish looking out across the narrowest stretch of water on the Irish Sea to his home in Alt Clud.
Irish Roots by John Grenham