This evokes many memories. My mother took me on a visit to Castlebar, Co Mayo in 1957 when I was 8 years old to visit her aunt, who was quite rich but very staunch RC. Even at that young age I was appalled at the sheer primitiveness of the place; the chickens, which she kept in the back yard, would wander freely in an out of the kitchen, and lunch usually consisted of mashed potatoes and cabbage. Being asthmatic at the time I eventually ended up in the local hospital. At 6 o'clock each evening all the patients would bring out their rosaries and recite the Angelus. My mother used to visit every day and teach me how to say it so that we would not be shown up as protestants.