Hi Anne , Hope you are well. I played with the little girl who's father was the rector/vicar of that church. I seem to recall it was Church of Ireland. That church played a part in one of the "Recollections" stories I wrote on here. called "The dead arose and appeared to Paddy" A very old couple, Mr. and Mrs Sullivan lived in the basement of our house. They were the only folk of the Protestant faith in our street and sadly tended not to mix. My Mum looked after them in old age. The church at the end of the street, St. Mary's was where they attended. The bells would ring out every Sunday but there was never a big attendance. It was closed for years. On a visit home it really upset me to see the church had become some sort of restaurant. However, time marches on and yet another memory bites the dust!
P.S. My mum and dad lived in Moore Street when they first married.
