Pulire le presse e l’ho trovato. Mi riporta a quando mia nonna mi trascinava nei negozi con mia zia. Ora la borsa è battuta e andata nel bidone ma una bella passeggiata nella memoria lo stesso.
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Stop!!
My mam and nanny were part of a local frawleys club.
They would then drag me in. I hated the place. I would wait outside. That’s were I got most of my confirmation outfit 🫣 And they would be such a long time. But it always paid off…
They would come out with the bags and take my hand and bring me up to Mannings , grab a booth and send me up with a few punts and I would get an eclair. Then my mam would go get what they wanted.
We would sit there for ages talking. I miss those times.
I’m not from Dublin and never heard of that store but is the rugby player Ciaran Frawley any connection to them?
I think maybe it’s not such a common surname.
Ahh memories!