If you don't want your heart touched with sadness, don't go
here. The Knitter writes in the blog titled
Days in the Life of Ireland's Child Care Institutions n the 20th century. Miss Eagle was raised in a pre-Vatican II background of Irish-Catholicism, Australian-style. We hear of the great fall away from the Roman Catholic faith in Ireland which is stunning for those who, like Miss E, were taught by nun after nun with an Irish accent who had left far-away Ireland as teenage girls and never saw their homeland again.
The Knitter shows us why in stark terms. Like this:
LOVE is never having to say you're sorry, but if you do, you don't have to mean it.
LOVE is never having to admit to physical abuse.
LOVE is never having to admit to sexual abuse.
LOVE is never having to admit to psychological abuse.
LOVE is never having to admit to illtreatment of abandoned children.
LOVE is never having to admit to cruelty to children.
LOVE is never having to admit to the starvation of children.
LOVE is never going to win any part of the argument.
and then there are graphics like this: