Bailieborough, Me, and My Characters

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This short production was written, directed and filmed by Film Revolution.

I am thrilled to have had the opportunity to talk to Noel about myself and my book, Secrets in the Babby House, and the upcoming sequel.

It’s a fantastic feeling watching my main characters come to life on screen, even if it is only YouTube. I think they all did an amazing job portraying my fictional darlings!

Secrets in the Babby House is available on Amazon. Paperback and eBook.

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Set in a gossipy small town in Ireland at a time when marriage is for keeps and sexuality is repressed, Secrets in the Babby House is a family saga over three decades that starts in 1956. It is a story of love, deception, and stolen diaries filled with sins and secrets.

Flossie Lynch is heartbroken when her only love, Frank Connolly, marries another. So when John O’Malley—the well-off catch of the parish—proposes to her, she resigns herself to a marriage of convenience, hoping to learn to love him.
For John, Flossie is mostly a respectable wife and caring mother to their son—and the perfect façade for his dark secret. But bloody Frank Connolly and his blackmailing wife are making things difficult for him.
Another victim of his jealous wife’s abusive behaviour, Frank stays in his loveless marriage for the sake of his two wee girls. He turns his childhood fort into a babby house to give them a refuge from their cruel mother. But for Frank, there is no refuge.
When Flossie rekindles her friendship with Frank, she tries desperately to save him from a life of misery and promises to always look out for his daughters. As the two star-crossed lovers near a second chance, tragedy strikes, forcing Flossie to make good on her promise—while attempting to protect her husband and son.
But as long as there’s a Connolly with a score to settle, there is no escape from the past and no promises for the future.

Thank you!

Book Club Discussion – Secrets in the Babby House

Are you a member of a book club? If so, do you meet virtually or in-person?

I attend a book club run by Pangur Bán Bookshop in conjunction with Craoibhín Ballina. We meet in-person once a month.

The book up for discussion last month was none other than Secrets in the Babby House written by me! I was absolutely thrilled when my book by chosen, a little bit nervous too. Will they like it? Will I be able for the criticism? Book club critiques aren’t necessarily constructive. These readers know what they like and they’re not shy about voicing their opinions.

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A Shiny Day! #100DaysOfOldDays

Day 2 #100DaysOfOldDays

This photo of my mother with four out of her five children was taken in 1970. (My youngest brother wasn’t born until a couple of years later)

Some things strike me about this photo. The first thing I see is my mother’s youth. She’s only about 23 years of age and already she has four children. She’s beautiful and vibrant looking. I remember that dress she’s wearing. It’s red; her favourite colour then and her favourite colour today.

This photo radiates happiness. We were happy children. Far from spoilt and didn’t have everything we wanted but we certainly had everything we needed.

I’d love to know what my brother PJ said that made me giggle…when we should have been looking at the camera.

This photo reminds me how Mam got the balance right in certain aspects of her parenting ways. I notice how clean and tidy we all are. Bright clothes and shiny hair. She took pride in her family’s appearance. Yet she allowed us to be dirty when we needed to be. I have many happy memories of running around the fields in mucky wellies. Coming in at supper time to get washed at the sink. A bath was once a week. No bubbles, just soap!

Look at the pram. No bells and whistles on the prams back then. But that pram would have done all five of us. People took very good care of their things in those days because they had to last for a long time. Broken things got mended, not thrown away. And when you did get new things, you passed your old stuff on to someone else.

There’s one thing about this photo that makes me laugh; the length of my dress. Sure it is no length! But I can bet you it was the fashion back then.

I know that it was my late dad who took this photo with their big black box camera. It doesn’t make me sad to think of it. It makes me smile and makes me feel warm inside. We had many family days out. Simple outings but memorable.

The old Box Camera by Lucy McBreen