THE BEGINNING Graham and I started our journey in love on Valentine’s Day 40 years ago. It all began on a hockey tour with our club Lorraine H.C. which was based in Dublin’s Phoenix Park. Both of us were single since the previous December and we had already been flirting a bit in the clubhouse
Monday, 13 August 2018 by Hilda
A week ago, last Sunday evening, I dialled 999 in a panic looking for an ambulance. (I was watching television when I heard a thud as Graham hit the ground) Luckily, the person at the other end of the phone was very calm and talked me through what to do as he was regaining consciousness:
Some weeks ago, I wrote a blog post with some hints for a happy marriage. Now, in his second ‘Beside the Hilda’ contribution to overthehilda, GG has offered to put a male slant on the married union! Not sure I agree with everything he wrote, but I have let him have his say without amendment!!! When
Wednesday, 26 July 2017 by Hilda
MARRIAGE VOWS Disclosure! I have not kept all my marriage vows. Those who know me well will not be surprised and probably know which one I have broken already. In my defence, I tried my best to get out of it the night before the wedding, but our minister said it would require a special
History lesson. Where did Valentine’s Day originate? Who was this St. Valentine fellow? Seemingly, Emperor Claudius made it illegal for young Roman men to marry, because he felt that single men made better soldiers. But a priest named Valentine continued to secretly marry young lovers. Of course, he was found out and sentenced to death.
‘Then Comes Marriage’ I don’t know if many of you have been watching this programme on RTE 2. Three couples are brought together over a weekend and their relationships are analysed by psychologist Allison Keating and psychoanalyst Dr Ray O’Neill. It is a pre-marriage course of sorts. I have watched three episodes at this stage
Wednesday, 07 December 2016 by Hilda
I never thought I would be a besotted granny! I like babies (well, I had two of my own) but I was not the type that stops stranger mums with prams and gushes about the baby. I have a friend who does that and who ruins many a good power walk with her antics.