Lincoln Cathedral

My husband snapped this

curious photo of me

in Lincloln Cathedral

when we visited England

in 2007. It is one of the few

pictures of myself

I actually like!

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I had been to Lincoln as a child.

Northern Ireland was economically

depressed after World War ll..

like so many, my father crossed

the sea to England and found work there.

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Although forty years had passed since my mother took us over to visit, I was delighted to find that I remembered the Cathedral and the Castle clearly. Lincoln Cathedral is astoundingly beautiful, the third largest in England...but I can still feel the horror my child's mind felt in the Castle, seeing the tiny cells that prisoners were locked into for years on end. It may have been there that my life-long fear of small spaces began! While not pathologically claustrophobic, I do hate to be confined.

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