Dear Mrs Walsh,

AS I pen these words (my writing identical to yours) fond memories come crowding like the first leaves in October. I was the baby, 11 months old in a family of six when my Dad died suddenly, leaving my dear Mam to cope alone. You were my first teacher in Cloongee National School and you took me under your wing — and, boy, did I know it. I have such lovely memories of your kindness, care and compassion and you saw the greatest potential in every student. I remember fondly the week before my first Holy Communion Day you asked me to describe my dress. I proudly and innocently replied that my “brand new dress’’ was made of lace, had long sleeves and a silk bow. I remember the enquiring look you gave me and you remarked that the dress must be beautiful. Little did I know then that the dress I was to wear was yours because times were so hard and most families wore hand-me-down’ clothes — such innocent happiness back then that cannot be gift-wrapped. My abiding memory is of your Christmas visit to our home with a beautiful handwritten card which read, “a doll for Helen... sweets for everybody”.

It was thoughtful of you and you brought the brightest smile to each of our innocent little faces... those Lemon’s sweets I shall never forget.

Thank you, Mrs Walsh, you taught me so much about love, kindness, caring, sharing, gentleness, compassion. I was privileged to be your student back then, even though I was an innocent little girl.

Your amazing qualities will remain with me forever. I remember you with love every time I pass by Cloongee National School. God struck lucky the day He welcomed you through the gates of Heaven. With love and fond memories. Helen.

Helen Gilmore, Foxford, Co Mayo