The pope was going to fly over our house, my granny had told me

Goatie lived at the back of our house, came on holiday with us and is now buried in the bogland

As many as 50 children have been christened in the family heirloom

I loved the little owl because he looked as excited as I was at the prospect of fuss, a big bowl to lick and rich smells

‘My sister and I put Rex on the register of electors as a joke’

The beautifully handwritten book holds our family treasures

The mention of a coffin factory may conjure up ghoulish images, but I had a great time working there

I’ll never forget the day Katie, a non-driver, took off in my mother’s Cortina

I was thinking of passing an old prayer book on to my granddaughter, but then I read it

Our outside toilet was a ‘tippler’ – when it did tipple, it was with a roar of rushing water that scared the living daylights out of any poor wretch who happened to be sitting on it

He was word-perfect on every song, and particularly loved Gaston from Beauty and the Beast

My grandmother’s sharp tongue and quick wit are forces to be reckoned with

In the first of a new series on family nostalgia, a reader remembers the little brown envelope her father brought home every Friday and what it meant to their dinner table