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  • John Donnelly 1 month

    One of my earliest happy memories was the day my mother had me seated just inside the door of the Goulburn cathedral to attend Mass that was celebrated by several priests including her brother, Fr. Placid Millay who she pointed out to me.
    “That’s Uncle Tom!” I was excited to recognise him. He was one of the Passionist priests who had assisted us to move to a home in Kenmore, across the road from the military hospital where soldiers were returning from Egypt. That led to an outbreak of polio that was then called Infantile paralysis. That was my next adventure. Before my Dad returned from his assignment to Queensland, my mother was driven to Goulburn hospital every day by a very generous man, Michael Carron. I am sure a lot of Goulburn’s families were supported by Mr. Carron in those hard times. I would be happy to see him remembered in this time of remembering the important times at the cathedral in the times of the wars.