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Máiría Cahill
Opinion Facing our shared history would ensure we never have to relive it
‘Downey, Ellen. Cannot read. Roman Catholic, aged three.” The respective boxes in the 1911 census: a brief entry, but no less precious due to the connection felt with my maternal granny, whose mother the census recorded, and whose details were now in front of me, eagerly sought and tenderly traced as my finger moved along the information as if to bring her to life for a fleeting second. I wish I knew more about her.