Betty Casey One Life Happy Birthday

My sister Betty died this year. At the time I could not bring myself to write about it but today, the 23rd of December, is Betty Casey’s birthday and I feel the need to comment. Betty was the eldest of six children, I came in the middle, number three in line. There was something magic about our childhood.  We were reared in the Phoenix Park a vast enclosed piece of country located in the heart of the city of Dublin.  Our father Harry was a gate keeper and we lived in a gate lodge. While I was young the universe was packed into that small lodge and its environs.  What a universe that was!  It extended only in one direction and that was up the parkā€“past the married quarters of the Garda, past the depo, over to the People’s Gardens through the Hollow and of course, on into Dublin Zoo.  This was our turf and the six of us and the other kids, friends and neighbours, were free to play, roam, explore and experience the world. Here was the jungle where battles were fought and monsters lurked.  Over there you could catch a whale in a pond.  That’s the triangle Read More …