Mrs. Minnock or “Mrs.” as many referred to her was kind, gentle heart. She had a jolly laugh and was always up for either a cup of tea or maybe a taste — just a wee bit — of beer.
Learning how to repair my old house in Point Breeze, I quickly learned required lots of tools. I borrowed many from the Minnocks. Mrs. always sent me to her garage: “Get what you need; stop knocking...if the garage door is open, just use what you need then put it back. When you done come back for a tea.”
May you Rest In Peace and the meadows in heaven be as green as Ireland’s.
Hugs and love to the whole family.
