by Patrick O'Brien
As it is for many people, primary school was my first step away from home. My teacher’s name was sister Mother Ita, a delightful Irish nun who spoke with a lilting accent and smelt of soap. I think she loved us.
Mother Ita taught at St Joseph’s Convent School in Shannon, a small rural town near our farm which I travelled to and from each day by bus with other children from the district. Our parents had built the school and there were just two class rooms. I only had one class mate and her name was Mary Saywell.
It was a happy place . . .