All children love treats and ours were cones and wafer bought in Titteridge’s, Doneraile’s ice-cream parlour. Miss O’Connell sold sweets and this was where we indulged our sweet tooths. In most cases though, life’s little extra pleasures came from jam on well-buttered fresh bread or drinks of cool milk on a hot summer’s day.
My father was a caring soul. He made and left sandwiches on the windowsill when we were out playing. We would come and graze on these as we wished.
From Donncha’s World by Donncha Ó’Dúlaing (2014). No recommendation