A photo taken in the mid-1940s: I am sitting on my father's knee and my sister Éilís is sitting on my mother's. Among my memories from this visit to Carlow town are: the smell of woodsmoke (rather than that of turf or coal) over Carlow town; making makebelieve cakes, etc., modelled in wet earth, with other children in the lane behind the house; my panic on being swung high in a rocking-boat at a carnival in the town.