From Mosney to Mallow — and back
So it’s with gratitude that I say my numbers came up at the Bon Secours maternity unit in November 1958, when I crash-landed into Cork and into the arms of Siobhan and Connie Creedon.
My Mom and Dad were kind, colourful and, above all else, compassionate. They were further united by their love of place and their love of people. That love of place was no doubt founded in the fact that they came from two of the most beautiful places in Ireland.
