By Kathleen Davin

A story about holidays in Cork by the sea.

By Noel Phelan After all the years not having an education its been a hard road. My confidence have taken a lot of knocks over the years. I think back on the thing that I have liked to have done and the thing I should have done like reading a story to my children. Now I am on my way to learning how to read and write and loving every minute of it and the tutors are the best. I was asked to take part in a documentary about growing up without an education. nobody should be told that they don’t need an education I think that no parent should have to hide that they cant read or write from their children. This documentary has made me think about the past. I am pleased that I took the step in to adult education I enjoyed every minute of it. I went to Woodstock with the film crew and the writer Kate Thompson today. We enjoyed spending days out in Woodstock with ye in the past. We look forward to having ye home. Kate said that Woodstock was a lovely place. We talked about letter that I was writing to ye. Then she read some letters to me that was handed down to her from her family and the letters are a 100 years old. When I write my letters ye can show them to your children so they will show them to their children. We went to the library and the people were very happy to see the writer Kate Thompson coming to the library. The woman said that I was not going to leave until I join the library. It was the first time I was in a library. The boxes came by courier. We know that the time is coming near for having ye home. We looked in the boxes like ye asked us to when we opened the boxes roxy could get your cent from them so it looks like that she never forgot ye. I was looking in the book of poems that Ellen left here. People miss their share of happiness. Not because they never found it. But because they didn’t stop to enjoy it.

Students from the CDVEC Adult Education Service from Liberties, Ringsend, Finglas and Cabra.

Laura and Susie had been born on the same day, in the same hospital and at the same time. Since that day the two were inseparable. If one got up to mischief, the other followed suit. Both girls were big into sport and they ran everywhere, even places that were forbidden.

One bright sunny day as I was walking home from the shops, I decided to take a shortcut through the park. All of a sudden I heard a piercingly loud scream. It sounded like a child. With fright I dropped my shopping bag and ran in the direction of the noise.

As I was getting closer to the noise I saw two little girls, one of whom was screaming in pain. The other child was frozen to the spot with a look of terror in her face. As I ran towards them I quickly realised that I knew the children. One was my daughter Laura and the other was her best friend Susie.

I was totally shocked to see the girls there, as they knew they were not allowed   go to the park alone. Apparently the girls had heard strange noises and decided to run as fast as they could to get away. Whilst running, Susie fell over a log and could not get up. That is when I arrived.

After cleaning up Susie’s grazed knees, it was home. Myself and Susie’s mother had yet another talk with the girls about not wandering off without an adult. It never happened again, they had learnt a valuable lesson.

By Barbara Mulry

Many years ago when there were weekly music sessions and dances in the village houses, a young girl secretly 'steals' her mother's best Sunday shoes so her school friend can go with her. As the two girls are making their way home the following morning, the owner of the shoes is on her way to the local shop.

by Paddy Joe Donnellan

A story about how we lived in the fifties and the recession now.

by Manuel Nzinga Garcia

This is a story about an event that happened during my childhood in Angola.