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Tuesday to Kildare

Finally, my Pilgrimage to Kildare, with some disappointments

sunny 54 °F

The weather on Tuesday looked to be better than on Wednesday, so today was the day I headed off to Kildare, about an hour’s drive southwest of Dublin. I waited until mid-morning to avoid rush hour traffic, but getting in and out of Dublin is crowded at any point.

I made it there shortly before noon. In the market square, S. Brigid’s Cathedral stands just off the square. It is Church of Ireland (Anglican). It is squarish cruciform in shape. I’ll post my pictures later, but here’s the website for more information:http://www.kildare.ie/kildareheritage/?page_id=39

Kildare is the centre of Irish horse raising and racing and stud. Whenever Englishmen came to Ireland searching for a new racehorse, they came here.

The Round Tower (to defend against the marauding Danes and Norsemen (with whom everyone is quite friendly now, and even observe Passport niceties) is the second highest in Ireland, and the highest one one could climb. I contented myself with gazing upwards; should I do suffer a massive coronary attack, I’d prefer to be at home in Virginia.

The Cathedral itself is 13th century stone, and inside tasteful and simple and restrained; it obviously went through a Protestant Reformation at some point, though there is no obvious signs of Cromwell’s savage desecration. The Baptismal font is very ancient. Along the sides are S. Brigid’s crosses. In all, it appeared to be an ordinary, middle-sized parish church; almost oblivious to being the foci of so much worldwide attention in religious circles. There were no busses full of pilgrims, no candles to light; no one available except the gal present to oversee things and swab the floors; it all seemed simply a forgotten wayside. This caused me some sadness, as it appears Bridey is honoured more away from Kildare.

I enjoyed a nice pub lunch of Irish stew and the locally brewed dark Porter (a Guinness wannabe, but not quite bad. After lunch, I explored more, and knocked on the gate of the Bridian Nuns who keep the fire alive, but there was no response.

On my way home, I drove past S. Brigid’s Well. It is simple, set off a desolate road about 3 kilometers outside the city. It really is simple and desolate, but also seems to be under the care of no one in particular. One thing I found touching was the ribbons of deceased family members and friends, tied to the branches of the trees adjacent to the well.

After saying a Rosary, and making the sign of the Cross with the Holy Water Well, I climbed into the car and was soon on the Motorway, speeding home to the Cottage in Dublin.

Posted by stbrides 03:00 Archived in Ireland

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Today in Lectio I read the life of S Brigid to our group. Darn I wish I could have gotten some of your pictures to show!


This reminds me that there is a huge difference (and frequently a time gap) between the taking of pictures, and doing anything with them! I've kept the verbal blog, but Travellerpoint is very cumbersome dealing with pictures. So most of them are going up on Facebook.

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