Counties of Ireland

3rd and 4th class will celebrate Catholic School's Week with all our school from Monday, January 27th to Friday, February 1st. We will learn about St. Brigid and we will make Brigid's crosses to present to our grandparents at mass on St. Brigid's Day. 

St. Brigid

St. Brigid is known as Muire na nGael (mother of the Irish). She was born in Faughart, near Dundalk in Co. Louth, about the year 454 A.D. From the time she was a little girl, Brigid was very generous and kind to people who were poor, because she understood that God has a special love for them. In this story, we hear about how Brigid gave away the only thing she had to a woman who needed it. 

Like all saints, Brigid was a very good and kind person. She was especially kind and good to poor people because she understood that God has a special love for them too. One day an old woman heard about Brigid. She went to Brigid’s house. Brigid was making butter in her churn. But she did not have very much milk – only enough to make one small pat of butter. As Brigid was working away, the old woman knocked on the door. She was very poor and very hungry. ‘Oh dear, oh dear. What am I to do!’ she whined. ‘I have not eaten these three days. I cannot go one step further unless I get something to eat.’

Brigid was very sorry for the old woman. She looked all around to see what she could give her, but all she had was one small pat of butter. ‘We haven’t even enough butter here for ourselves,’ she said looking at the little pat, ‘but this old woman is much more hungry than we are. She must have our butter.’ And Brigid gave it to her. 

When the old woman saw what Brigid did, she realised that Brigid must be a very special person indeed and that God must be very close to her. Brigid often gave away food to those who were poor and hungry. The people loved Brigid for her kindness.

This week we will ....... Sing a Song to Brigid

We sing a song to Brigid, 
Brigid brings the spring
Awakens all the fields and the flowers
And calls the birds to sing.

All were welcome at her door, 
no one was turned away.
She loved the poor, the sick and the sore,
She helped them on their way.

She laid her cloak out on the ground
And watched it grow and grow,
In wells and streams and fields of green
St. Brigid’s blessings flow.