Author: Dorothy McLean
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Lourdes & Macarena
Mr McLean and I returned from Lourdes yesterday, tired from the journey but grateful for the graces received. Some of these—like the heart-stopping beauty of the Sanctuary of Our Lady […]
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Mrs McLean is Called a Name
As an oldster, I am supremely fortunate in the youngsters who form part of my social set. They are kind, intelligent, affable, modest, devout, polite, well-dressed and generally calm. A […]
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Or am I Herräng?
Herräng Dance Camp is legendary among swing-dancers. It takes place in a small village in Sweden every summer. Sometimes when I forget I am not in my twenties, I think […]
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The Jesuits’ Ceilidh
“I hate being a wallflower, so I’ll only put up with it for an hour,” I told Mr McLean before departing for the ceilidh at the Jesuits’ hall on Lauriston […]
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The Third Annual Eastertide Dance
The phone call came when I was punching holes in dance cards. “There is heavy traffic, and we’re going to be late,” said Krzysztof. I relaxed for the first time […]
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Culture and costume
Lent being over, I went to a Lindy Hop social this week. There I joined a friend, saw many regulars and met a young lady visiting from Switzerland. She had […]
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The Lion on Dancing
We had a wonderful time at the Third Annual Eastertide Dance in Edinburgh last night. As always we began with the Prayer to Saint Michael and ended by singing Regina […]
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A Village Dance
“I don’t have a problem with Catholic Match being an option,” said a fellow Easter Sunday lunch guest. “I have a problem with Catholic Match being the ONLY option.” I […]
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Whatever happened to Britain?
“Sin has its own built-in punishment,” said Sister Mary Wilfreda O’Flaherty, IBVM, 40 years ago, and sad experience shows me that this is absolutely true. Tragically, it isn’t true just […]
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Inducements to the Eastertide Dance
It is a truth universally acknowledged among dance organisers that most young people in possession of both free time and £20 buy their tickets at the last minute. The advice […]