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Written by Maura Maguire
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Monday, 02 May 2005 |
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I was almost six years old when I started school. I don’t know at what age my aunt proposed
sending me but in any case I was spotted by a couple of Walking Nuns from the
Convent of Mercy, out doing their Sunday calls, and me just playing harmlessly
in the street. They followed me home and
upon enquiry, were horrified that I had not started school at my age!

The following day I was taken to St Joseph’s Primary School along with my
sister Patsy who was almost four. This
was my introduction to Sister Malachy who was in charge of the ‘infants’.
In retrospect Sister Malachy should never have been
entrusted with the charge of small children. She was bad-tempered and given to the use of the cane for the smallest
misdemeanours. Most of the children were
terrified of her.
That first morning we entered a large classroom with
rows of miniature benches and small bucket-shaped chairs. At the back of the room was a beautiful
doll’s house, a rocker and several dolls and small toys. We were sadly disillusioned when they never
reappeared after that first day. They
were used as a ploy to reassure first-time parents as well as ‘babies’ on their
first day of school.
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