It is with great sadness that we as a family mourn the loss of a great auntie, our beloved Sr Catherine. In that sadness there were also lots of happy times and laughter. Sr Catherine was in herself a very happy and jolly person at heart. She was funny and at times very witty and loved to laugh and share stories and happy times. She told a very good story and never put the cart in front of the horse (as she used to day) meaning the punch line always came in right where it should. Also something that was indicative of her personality, she would never let a minor miss truth (white lie) stand in the way of a good story (yarn). My first memory of Sr Catherine was with Sister Imelda when they arrived in to the railway station at Round Forth. In about 1950/51 they had come to Ireland on holiday from France, the holiday was usually for two weeks. We went to the station to collect them in the horse and trap. My dad drove the horse and mam, Liam and I went along for the trip. When the two sisters got off the train onto the platform they wore the usual, dark vale and white attire (magpiesuit). Well I remember thinking these are funny looking outfit these people are wearing, I am sure they could do better. This was the first time I had ever met or seen the nuns. As we drove home, dad, mam, and the Sisters chatted and laughing. Liam and I were sitting there quietly just listening. Every so often they would use a funny word or two in the conversation. Words I had never heard before like “madame”, “monsieur”, “bonjour”. I since found out this was the French connection (not the French foreign legion I might add certainly not). The nuns:- we always referred to them as the nuns everybody did in that time. The nuns would take us on day trips to visit all their religious connections in Roscommon, Castlereagh and French Park and all around Mayo. We would have the time of our life going gallivanting every day. Gallivanting was one of her favourite sayings. We were also very well looked after with chocolate, sweets and lollies. When the holidays came to an end and the nuns had to be returned to the station once again to return to France, I remember it was a very sad time and there would be lots of tears shed by young and old alike. Those early childhood years were great times to be a part of and most memorable. Sr Catherine, Sr Imelda and all our uncles and aunties had a big influence on us in our early formative years and made an everlasting impression on us right through our daily lives. For that to you Sr Catherine (Aunty Mary) and all who have passed, we are so deeply indebted. Rest in peace. Sean Mullahy & family