Throughout the year, the Rec that was euphemistically known as the ‘wreck” became a venue for Irish dancing competitions, (Feiseanna) during St. Patrick’s weekend. It was one of the two times of the year that outsiders were allowed into the Dickensian building. The Irish dancing visitors and partakers in the competitions, with their relatives came via a side entrance, that was somewhat separated from the most part of the institution. Children were left alone at this time, as the nuns and staff could not afford to be seen to be not nice to the children. In fact, it was at times like this that they acted strangely nice, which was sort of confusing, as the children were just not used to seeing them smiling and good-natured. I likened the freedom felt at these times to when I was with a host family called the Boyne’s, when I rambled off and felt as free as a wild bird. The same kind of freedom permeated my being and it was such a relief from the every day stress that abounded in the lives of child inmates. We always soaked up the carefree atmosphere, and went up to visitors and smiled at times. The rec was a hive of activity.
Ms. D always put on an act in the Rec, for the sole purpose of drawing attention to the Irish dancing teachers who were classed as the tops in Ireland. Mr. Malone and Rory O’Connor. The latter teacher had a prestigious school of dancing.
They danced the six and twelve hand-reel and The Blackbird, solo hornpipes, jigs and reels