The Nostalgia column with Margaret Watson - the slum clearance programmes
It wasn’t easy for people to leave all their friends and neighbours behind to be re-housed on estates they had never seen before.
But it seemed harder for my family because we were also leaving our church behind, and for a large Catholic family of Irish descent, church meant everything.
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Hide AdFor my family, church wasn’t just somewhere to go on Sundays, it was somewhere we visited most days of the week for Mass, Benediction and Stations of the Cross.
When I was a child there were lots of things we didn’t have because we couldn’t afford them, but one thing we always had plenty of was our unwavering religious convictions.
We lived and breathed our faith, not only on Sundays but every minute of the day, bowing our heads when the name of Jesus was spoken and making the Sign of the Cross when a funeral hearse passed by.