Hello Dan,
My father went to St Patricks, before your fathers time. My father was born in 1920, he told me many tales of his life there. One of which, he was so clever that he finished his schoolwork so quick, the teacher sent him out to look for kids who were missing from lessons.
Yea Dad.
One thing that was very heartwarming, he kept friends with lads he went to school with.
My father passed away when he was 64. We lived in Miles Platting and our Parish was Corpus Christi but it was tradition amongst the friends that, when they passed away they went from," St Pat's".
I missed Dad, but a week or so after he went I dreamt I was walking up the steps into St Pats in bright sunlight, I went inside and saw Dad chatting with some men and he turned to me and said, don't worry about me I'm okay"
Made me feel so much better, he was, and still is, a great man.
My fathers generation went through so much, the depression in the 30's and they fought in WW2, but still had a great sense of humour.