I sometimes think that Ann Lovett’s name has been lost to time now, but
I’ve thought about her a lot over the decades. Her death changed the way
I thought about Ireland, about what kind of people we were.
I was almost the same age as her when the 15-year-old schoolgirl from Granard, Co. Longford, stepped out of her classroom one afternoon and went for a walk. It was January 31, 1984, a cold wet winter’s day across Ireland. It was already getting dark the way it used to in the countryside in the 1980s with fewer streetlights. It certainly wasn’t the weather for an afternoon stroll.
http://www.irishcentral.com/opinion/cahirodoherty/The-death-of-an-Irish-schoolgirl-in-childbirth-at-a-grotto-30-years-on.html
I was almost the same age as her when the 15-year-old schoolgirl from Granard, Co. Longford, stepped out of her classroom one afternoon and went for a walk. It was January 31, 1984, a cold wet winter’s day across Ireland. It was already getting dark the way it used to in the countryside in the 1980s with fewer streetlights. It certainly wasn’t the weather for an afternoon stroll.
http://www.irishcentral.com/opinion/cahirodoherty/The-death-of-an-Irish-schoolgirl-in-childbirth-at-a-grotto-30-years-on.html
