I cannot claim to remember the “house where I was born”, because I was only a few months old when we left the manse in Tyrone for one in Co. Fermanagh. I can still see the outside of the ivy covered house in Churchill but have no recollection of what its interior was like. I do remember playing with my two brothers older than I was and how we used to slip across the road to a house where the good lady used to give us crystal sugar to eat. Two sisters were born while we lived in Fermanagh and the eldest boy was taken from us in a few hours’ illness. When we left it for the next home in Ardara, Co. Donegal, we drove in a jaunting car 10 miles to the nearest railway station and at our journey’s end another six miles to our new home.