A horse and rider in the sea at sundown in Portmarnock captured by Eamon ÓMurchú
As well as beautiful and unusual tableware, Pat makes lovely gift items like oil burners, his new range of owls and, my favourite, Christmas nativities. This year he had added a more modern "crib" to his range as well.
This is my kind of Christmas crib. I have the white one. I love it so much I never packed it away with the Christmas stuff. I've lit a tea light in it this summer as a kind of votive to pray for deliverance from the Corona virus.
This crib is more popular with young people who like the more rounded, less traditional figures.
FlAG STILL FLIES.
“It seems that it is considered necessary just now in England to hold on to the name Catholic, as others, who once repudiated it, are now appropriating it, and applying to us, with no friendly intent, the name Roman Catholic.
“A Catholic chaplain in the British army somewhere in France, put up a soldiers’ hut and over it ‘Catholic Soldiers’ Hut.’ Some Anglican parsons objected and demanded that the title be: ‘Roman Catholic Soldiers’ Hut.’ Father Regan demurred. The matter was referred to the authorities.
Three Generals came along and ordered the change made. Father Regan refused and was threatened with reduced rank. He replied, ‘What I have put up stands, or I and every Catholic Chaplain here will resign. Quad scripsi, scripsi.’
“The matter has been allowed to drop with Father Regan’s flag still flying.”—Columbian.