Photo of embroidery threads.Coin créateur

Nous sommes l'ouvrage de Dieu ... (Eph.2:10)

Nous sommes personnellement reconnaissants à Dieu
de ses dons de créativité
et responsables de l'utilisation de ces dons,



Picture of a sampler titled 'Cross Stitch Blessing'.

Cross Stitch Blessing

Katherine Frost, fcJ

Portrait of Marie Madeleine
Foundress of the FCJ Society

Claire Sykes, fcJ






Three Paintings:
Dancing Branch, Flower Carnival, Silver Tree

Maria Katherine McDermott, fcJ

Dancing Branch Flower Carnival Silver Tree

There are occasions when words are difficult to find, so I use art as a means of expressing what is within me.  Such pieces then help me to reflect and explore further.  During times of retreat and when reflecting professionally, I like to use a creative process.

Photos of Artwork by Maria Katherine fcJ.
Images of God and Me

Photos of Maria Katherine fcJ's artwork.
And the Father will Dance                     Image of how someone looks ... and a closeup of this image


"Copper Kettle"."Ginger".Artwork ... Two abstracts, Ginger and Copper Kettle

Bernadette O'Malley, fcJ

Abstract #1.        Abstract No.2.


Pastel sketch of The Bay of Naples,
with Vesuvius in the background

Gloria Calabrese, fcJ

Poem written by Christina Rossetti in 1865,
expressing her love of this beautiful land


Elizabeth Philips, fcJ

The River from Richmond Hill                                 Glendalough                                                     An arch in the Algarve

The River from Richmond Hill                         Glendalough

Images of Scotland                      A View from the Irish Coast                         A Scottish Castle


Magdalene Branwood, fcJ
"The Father calls us
to follow his Son
in faithfulness,

to stand
at the foot of the cross
with Mary and the holy women,

there, as
Faithful Companions of Jesus,
to be one with him in his thirst
for the coming of the kingdom."

FCJ Constitutions

"Even from the time I was quite young I have been drawn to this image of the crucifixion and in particular to the fidelity of the women who stood at the foot of the cross.

I did this tapestry in my spare time whilst I was school Chaplain at St Wilfrid's Comprehensive, Litherland.

Claire Sykes, fcJ

Artwork by Claire fcJ. Artwork by Claire fcJ. Artwork by Claire fcJ.
Human Consciousness
Evolution of human consciousness - our growth towards the omega point.
(Inspired by classes in Jung and Theology of the Cosmos)
The wonder and splendour of the Cosmos, and our interconnectedness Trinitarian
Insights on Trinity and our inter-connectedness with all of creation
(inspired by studies in Wisdom Literature)

Artwork by Claire fcJ.Texan Study (a la Georgia O'Keefe) -

I found this incredibly difficult to do!!


Christine Anderson, fcJ

water – drop,  stream,  torrent,  sea
source of new life
invented –no
gifted – yes
unappreciated – often


the day dawns,
the dew does not come,
the rain refuses to fall
the fields remain arid.

dry, dusty, scorched earth
rich equal with the poor
in this new planet
melting, eroding, confusing, straining

and we
pleading, renewing, recycling
too late?

streams of living water
flowing, dancing
surging in the depths of hearts
graced streams of life
thirsting for God,
the god of life sustaining
renewing, refreshing
new life searching.
Christine Anderson, fcJ

Red earth - sweltering heat
The smile of the child holding nothing

Inane busyness of activity and bustle
Eking a living from a single seed

Death and life mingle
Natural and accepted
Too easily perhaps

The life and death symbol carries a quality
That you and I don't know

The trees green and luscious
The ground dry and barren
Flowers in the Sahara
Overwhelm the depths of despair
And cry becomes crisis in the search
                     for a new level of being

God in all and all in God
Africa gives life and cries out for life
You and I are Africa.

Anouska Robinson-Biggin, fcJ

In spite of our differences, seen or unseen
Nothing divides us more than our fear,
The world is thirsting to know more, yet
Each one says the other should try first.  Let's
Risk all, have courage, reach out and respond to this, our world's thirst

Religions are different is that so bad?
Each developed from the one there before
Learning from ways people had gone astray, when
Individualism meant more than the law.
Greed and superiority were the downfall of some
In others, uniting the two,
Of all the religions God's given to the world
Understanding begins with 'hello'.
So let's get talking, let's

Dare to be first,
In stepping out to the other,
Always ready to listen, to
Learn and to reach to those God calls our sisters and brothers.
One is no better than any other
God is beyond our limited minds.  Let us
Unpack our prejudices and walk into the future
Each one opening their hearts and their minds.

Anouska Robinson-Biggin, fcJ

Just three little letters, yet they mean so much
whether heard to the north, south, east or west.
So why do these letters cause problems for us
when in truth they are all about love?

Our histories are shared, though our names may be different
Christians, Muslims or Jews.
Our roots are entwined and our teachings enshrined
in our creation, the laws and the prophets.

So what is the problem in listening to people
whose faith is different from ours?
Or is it we listen but struggle to hear
with our ears and rarely our hearts?

Our world is thirsting for truth and justice
and though different we all have our way,
of living the message explained through the prophets
and helping each other day by day.

Why live divided by walls built of silence
when we've been given the gift of our speech?
Let's speak to each other as sister or brother
and celebrate what we live, all and each.

Our world is thirsting to know more of God,
Yet religions don't always give the best witness.
We fight to defend what we call our faith
with words and actions – both of which can be violent.

Our divisions and squabbles, our mistrust and rumours
don't encourage others to join us.
Let's end the fighting, let's talk and build bridges
and show the love of the God we call 'ours'?

We all have a message of truth and salvation
in whatever way it is written.
Let's build a new future, quenching thirsts of sister and brother,
passing on the love we've been given.

Gloria Calabrese, fcJ

Delicate splendour,
Intricate beauty,
Hung with drops of moisture
In the misty Autumn night.

Forget arachnophobia
As you scuttle to the bus stop—
Nature's Christmas decorations
Are all draped for your delight.
Glorious spider's web.

SOMETIMES I WONDER: Is it the Journey or the Destination we're made for?
Gloria Calabrese fcJ

I had a nest in Africa.
Nice one it was,
built it myself.
A good place to live, Africa
warm–plenty of insects-
a swallow could grow fat
except for the annual long haul flights, that is.
I enjoy them, mind you,
soaring over the sands,
diving over the dunes,
flitting over the fields.
Gazing down at mountain, lake and river.
Navigating carefully through canyon and casbah
Taking in the odours and aromas of the miles.
An awful long way for a small bird like me
but it’s worth it.
We always put up in a barn when we arrive.
The owls don’t mind
and the children are quite well-behaved.
It’s a good place to rear the young.
Sometimes I sit on the telephone line and I wonder
Is it the journey or the destination we’re made for?

Gloria Calabrese fcJ

The old man shuffles down the street.
I watch him from my room –
Framed by the bare tree’s boughs,
Held in the grey streets’ gloom.
Eternal brick and concrete are all my eyes can see
And yet this man below me touches true eternity.
For passing by the church’s door,
His right hand moves --- left, right, up and down.
He passes on.
I look and see
my God in Somers Town.

This Poem was published in 2010 in a collection called “A sense of Place” by United Press Ltd.

Miriam Maher, fcJ

Surreal they seem
those days when
time was easeful
life a valley sheltered
from the harsher winds
of yesterday
and tomorrow
a vague unsubstantial
dream, light shadows.
The grass was soft
beneath my feet
the friendly rain
the earth and my being
was irrigated
with peaceful streams
and rills of joy
gently inducing
peace and sweet content
entering glades
of dappled green
deep solitude
glimpsing thro' the trees
a gentle sea
sunlit shores of France.
Miriam Maher, fcJ

Fluid grace
effortless speed
birds against
changing blue
a roundabout
static creatures
stare from
behind glass walls
I watch the broken flow
awkward gyration
staccato pattern
my body bound
my spirit free
winging with
the birds.

Miriam Maher, fcJ, England

Tom was dead
So tall so thin, so anxious
to please, to be approved of
His tentative smile a plea for love
Never a trace of malice, hatred or revenge
Towards life which had so ill-used him
Gifts lying dormant. Unrecognized
Failure writ large it seemed.

Constant expectation of others unfulfilled.

A man who remembered birthdays
Always wrote his thank you notes
Who shed his ill-fitting education
Totally - no trace. Left no legacy
Except the memory of love and innocence
And terrible misunderstanding.

At his grave his grandchildren wept inconsolably.
God opened His arms, tenderly received this son
To lead him joyfully without delay
To a place where there was only love
And peace and commendation.

Mary Campion McCarren, fcJ

The cradled cup of coffee...;
giving off warmth
stirring memories
promising new beginnings
connecting my awakening self
to planters
to graders
reminding me of that Other Cup
         which holds past
                   present and future...;
         living and dead...;

 Now I can pray...;


Mary Campion McCarren, fcJ

'Ooooh!' you said and laughed -
         but the whipped topping
was the icing on the cake
         the cherry on the bun
         truly the crème de la crème
         and remains as
         of that happy day
Mary Campion McCarren, fcJ

Sheer gift

half asleep
I peeped through the curtains
just to look at the night

and my heart sang
I couldn’t go back to bed


like old children’s stories
of toys
come alive
at night

daffodils dancing in the dark
Mary Campion McCarren, fcJ

'Zacchaeus, can I come in?'

He received Him joyfully

that first momentous time
- and every time He came

morning, noon or night,
meal time or office hours,
family time, free time, prayer time
always eager, keen, excited, perceptive


of course -

And I?

Mary Campion McCarren fcJ
For the earth
stripped, poisoned, burnt
tough, hardy, resilient
given half a chance
For children
downcast, dull, deprived,
Mammy and Papa both gone;
lonely, empty, sad
For women
we, wretched forlorn,
dried up, dried out, despondent
hoping against hope…
For women / fields
parched and desolate
dry, bone dry, deserted and barren
what hope do we have?
  For children
forlorn, wretched, sad
buoyant, upbeat, optimistic
miracle of love
Rita McLoughlin, fcJ

‘I am the Bread of Life.’
‘Take and eat.’
The Word hung suspended, a living soul,
neither more in heaven than on earth,
but binding inextricably
Adam and the Hands that fashioned him.
The words split the air,
crash through the endless aeons
and in our Word-gifted ‘Yes’,
reverberate in the tomb of the world,
transforming it into the Resurrection garden
of growth in Him who is.

Claire Thedrez, fcJ

R/     La larme de Dieu sur notre terre
Offre la vie à celui qui la boit
La larme de Dieu sur notre terre
Remplit nos cœurs de la soif de Dieu

J'ai entendu le cri des enfants de la terre
Leurs soifs immenses qui montaient vers moi
Et pour répondre à leurs attentes
J'ai fait lever sur leur route
Des âmes emplies d'espérance
Et témoins de mon amour immense.   R/

Compagnons du Christ fidèle
Sur les chemins de partage et d'unité
Dans la douceur et l'humilité du cœur
Nous avançons pour répondre à l'appel
De la larme de Dieu puissance d'amour.        R/

La terre crie sa douleur
D'être malmenée sans cesse
Par l'homme inconscient
La terre a soif de sagesse
Qui la comblera ?
Qui répondra à ses attentes ?  R/

L'enfant crie d'amertume
Devant les manques d'ouverture
Devant les peurs qui s'installent
Devant les mots qui surgissent
Qui comblera sa soif d'apprendre ?
Qui lui offrira l'oiseau lyre ?   R/

Qui ouvrira la porte aux cœurs assoiffés ?
Qui offrira la vie aux âmes démunies ?
Qui écoutera l'homme qui appelle ?
Qui refleurira les terres arides ?
Qui sera là pour l'autre ?
Qui ouvrira à la source de l'eau vive ?            R/

Je viens vous chercher là où sont vos soifs
Dans vos déserts arides
Dans vos recherches d'absolu
Dans vos carcans sociaux
Là où vous semblez vous perdre
Je vous conduis à l'amour.      R/

Par le chemin de l'eau vive
Qui s'écoule de mon côté droit
Vers la Croix rédemptrice des péchés
Je porte vos misères
Et vous ouvre les yeux
Sur vos soifs éphémères
Que je puis étancher indéfiniment.     R/


Écoutes le chant de l'oiseau
Il te dit les mots de ta soif
Entends sa ritournelle
Qui monte des profondeurs de ton être
Ce désert aride en quête d'eau
Appelle sans fin vers la source d'eau vive.     R/

« Telle Marie-Madeleine abandonnée
en ta main douce et ferme. »

Claire Thedrez, fcJ

Telle la fleur ouverte
Tendue dans sa soif
Qui crie son manque
Notre monde hurle sa soif
De justice et d'amour
Notre terre crie sa peur
Devant nos dévastations
De haine et d'incompréhensions
Qui se lèvera pour étancher leurs soifs ?

Tels les pétales en attente
Exprimant leur soif d'amour
L'enfant expose son amertume
De ne pas pouvoir apprendre
Il a soif de culture et d'échange
De paix et d'enseignement
Mais la guerre ravage son école
Détruit les vies prêtes à éclore
Qui leur ouvrira la porte pour étancher leur soifs ?

Des soleils se lèvent aujourd'hui encore
Ils écoutent en leur cœur
La chanson du bonheur
Et tels des porteurs de vie nouvelle
Sur les chemins ouverts de notre terre
Ils s'offrent à pleines mains
A notre monde en détresse
Soulageant les petites soifs
De leur présence active

L'amour est le cœur de leur vie
Chanson du printemps de l'eau vive
Offert dans une vibrante tendresse
A celui qui écoute le secret de son onde.

Teresa White, fcJ

A land ruled by a king
is a kingdom, we know.
What if ruled by a queen?
It's a queendom? Not so!

A journey of journeys
length and breadth of our Isles,
was planned for our monarch
cov'ring hundreds of miles.

The reason behind this
was her jubilee (gold) -
a marathon jouney
for a 76-year-old.

She in Falmouth proclaimed
her inaugural word.
All over the harbour
her clear tones were heard:

"I intend, as the queen
of this kingdom of mine,
each region to visit
as a unitive sign.

On hearing this speech, I
Laughed aloud, I recall.
A queen of a kingdom?
It makes no sense at all!
Teresa White, fcJ

A pool of blue
under a tree -
In diamond dew
wild violets grow
beneath another.

The pond alive -
hat a flutter
of duck and drake!
Chasing each other,
skiing on water,
such ripples make!

Blue of the sky,
the April sun,
summoning spring.
On greening trees
branch after branch
is blossoming.

Tender new life
oh, everywhere
surrounding us;
Of providence,
God’s vital care,
reminding us.


Photo of wedding cake made by Catherine.MINISTÈRES ARTISTIQUES

Photo of Catherine fcJ.Catherine Bibby, fcJ

I do a great deal of fund raising for St. Johns Hospice on the Wirral. I try to keep this going all the year round – selling goods to the students, raffles and cake sales and also through my hobby of cake decoration.

I make wedding cakes and celebration cakes for friends and give any profit to the Hospice".

Photos of cakes made by Catherine.

Photos of cakes made by Catherine.

Photos of cakes made by Catherine.

Anouska Robinson-Biggin fcJ

I don't often consider myself to be creative, but I do enjoy having the chance to create and to be, whether that's in the kitchen, creating sacred spaces for our community prayer or playing the tenor recorder as part of my young adult ministry.  The best way I feel all these actions deepen my relationship with God is when I know that they are well received by other people, and therefore facilitate them being able to feel nearer to God.

Cooking, playing the tenor recorder with the young adult group, preparing sacred space for community prayer.

Gloria Calabrese FCJ

“Women at the Well” is a service for vulnerable women in Central London. On Wednesday, we have an art and craft session, where women can come and explore their creativity by using various art and craft materials. We paint, draw, make greeting cards or jewellery, Christmas gifts and decorations etc. Some just like to sit and watch. It’s an informal time and we often find ourselves chatting about the day or discussing serious issues; occasionally, we sit quietly making things together. For me, the activities we offer are arbitrary really. The important thing is that we show up every week and we offer an occasion for people to develop their talents, their sense of self worth and self respect --- an aid along the road to recovery.

Colouring mandalas, exploring symmetry, weaving brooches with wool and coloured beads.
Colouring mandalas, exploring symmetry, weaving brooches with wool and coloured beads

Christmas lanterns and Tissue paper collage with a a celtic theme that was a group effort.
Christmas lanterns and Tissue paper collage with a a celtic theme that was a group effort

Mary Philomena  Lyons fcJ

Card with a garden picture.

I have always been interested in photography particularly in taking pictures of God's wonderful creation. I also take photos of flowers which again speak to me of God's handiwork.

The idea of using my photographs to make 'Greetings cards' came to me when I was thinking of a way to help our Sisters who were working in far away places. So, after retiring from school work I had time to devote to the making of these cards and I really enjoyed doing it. The photos put me in touch again with the places I had visited and with my experience of 'seeing' God in those scenes.

I sell my cards at all of our FCJ gatherings and, since I started in 1995, have been able to send a good amount of money to some of our communities in Indonesia, the Philippines, Romania and South America."

Cards with flowers and nature scene.

Cards with nature scenes.

Cards with photos of swans.

MaryAnne Francalanza fcJ

Since I was a child, I have always played with silvery chocolate wrappers, turning them into goblets, or boxes, or planes. My interest in Origami grew as I realised the number of mathematical concepts that can be taught using this past time. Since I am a mathematics teacher, I decided to use it in class. The children loved it! So an Origami Club started. We meet at lunchtime and I have a new project to teach the children. We do it because we enjoy it, we do it to learn, we do it to fund raise! The Origami Club at Bellerive FCJ School is now in its sixth year. I have realised how important the time we spend folding is. It is amazing what stories, hope and feelings are shared over paper butterflies, boxes, birds and frogs.

Pictures of Origami club and samples.


Maria Katherine McDermott, fcJ

Photo of Maria Katherine fcJ.

Making cards in order to send greetings is a great pleasure and a way of putting added personal expression and effort into those greetings.  I know they usually give joy to the recipients. There are occasions when words are difficult to find, so I use art as a means of expressing what is within me.  Such pieces then help me to reflect and explore further.  During times of retreat and when reflecting professionally, I like to use a creative process.

Samples of cards made by Maria Katherine.

Samples of cards made by Maria Katherine fcJ.


Rita McLouglin FCJ

I really enjoy being creative. Dancing, playing the guitar, cooking, making cards and arranging sacred spaces, all help me to come alive and to be more in touch with the relationship between my body, mind and spirit. While I find the movement of circle dancing simply enjoyable, energising or calming, I sometimes do circle dancing within a liturgy, or linked to an in-put, to express ideas we have been exploring in words.

I like experimenting in cooking, and I love creating sacred spaces, to tell a story, convey a message or emphasise the meaning of a celebration, feast day or belief. Often I use my creativity to help others or myself, to come to a deeper understanding, since we are body as well as mind, and are touched by the visual and corporeal, as much as by the rational power of words.

For me, to be creative is also to use the gifts God has given me, and to share in God's continuous creative activity.

Photo of Sacred Space for Companions in Mission Celebration Day.     Photo of Sacred Space for Clare Thedrez' reception.
Sacred Space for Companions in Mission celebration day and for Clare Thedrez' reception

Winefride Mulroy, fcJ

Card making and other crafts that I enjoy give me the opportunity to experiment and to  use a variety of materials and mediums in Art and design. From this I gain a great deal of pleasure. I am able to relax and I enjoy desgn especially when using bright and vibrant colours.

In recent years I have made "Prayer and Painting "Retreats. These retreats help me to focus my prayer on the beauty of Creation and to acknowledge the magnificence of our World. As Gerard Manley Hopkins describes it "God's Grandeur".

Cards made by Winefride fcJ.

Teresa White fcJ
Photo of Sr. Teresa, fcJ. WORDS and WRITING

Forged in the stillness,
in response to the Spirit,
words leap into flame.

Pablo Neruda believed that poetry and peace go hand in hand: "Poetry is an act of peace", he said.

The haiku (above), which I wrote during a retreat many years ago, seems to echo the poet's words. If it does, it's an unconscious echo. I had not come across Neruda's words at the time, but as soon as I read them, I knew in my bones they were true. Is not entering into peace, into stillness, the prelude to any creative act? It certainly is for poetry, which I have to admit I write only rarely. But I believe it is so too for any kind of writing.

When, pen in hand, I sit in front of a blank sheet of paper, I can only start to express in words what is in my mind or heart if I am at peace within myself. Then, as thoughts emerge from this pool of peace, I write them down. Writing crystallises thought, and light is reflected from the many facets of those crystals, sometimes clear and sparkling, sometimes surprisingly subtle and shadowy. So writing, for me, is a form of meditation. It helps me to concentrate, to ponder, to look more deeply into things. When I do this, when I write reflectively, I find a deeper meaning in life and living and what happens to me and around me.

For me, the act of holding a pen (often now it is the click of the mouse, but I still prefer to use a pen for a first draft) is important too; it channels and stimulates my thoughts. New thoughts follow. Re-thinking and re-writing are both part of the process.

I have always loved words – their sound, their spelling, their derivation, their meaning – and I get great satisfaction from combining them to shape sentences and paragraphs, which may turn into reflections or stories, short or longer, and sometimes into poems. One of the most rewarding aspects of writing is that it can put us in touch with the deeper stirrings of the heart. Is it there that you are hidden, God?


Photo of Margaret Frain fcJ and Alice Rimmer fcJ preparing a dessert.Boil and Bake Fruit Cake        (Margaret Frain fcJ)

1 cup of sugar (white or brown)
1 cup of water
250 gms margarine (half pound)
500 gms (1lb) mixed fruit (sultanas, currants, peel, cherries; nuts optional)
1 level teaspoon bicarbonate of soda


Boil all the ingredients together.
Simmer for 10 minutes when boiled and then let the mixture cool.
Beat two or three eggs
Measure out two and three quarters of Self raising fliour
Mix eggs and flour into the cool mixture. Line a loaf tin with greased greaseproof paper
Pour in the mixture and place in top half of oven (gas mark 4) for one and a quarter hours
Check whether the cake is ready by inserting a fine (knitting ?) needle! if mixture still a bit wet or sticky, give it a bit more time.

(An infallible recipe from Silverspoon Caster Sugar, enjoyed and shared by all in Gumley House!)
Serves: 6-8

Clip art of a cake.175g (6ozs) self-raising flour
5ml (1 level tsp) baking powder
175g (6ozs) Silver Spoon Caster Sugar
175g (6ozs) soft margarine
3 eggs, large
1 lemon
60ml (4 level tbsp) lemon curd
125g (4 ozs) cream cheese
Silver Spoon Castor Sugar to dredge


  1. Grease and base-line two 18cm (7 in) sandwich tins.
  2. Sieve the flour and baking powder into a large bowl. Add the caster sugar, margarine, eggs, grated lemon rind and 15ml (1 tbsp) lemon juice. Beat using an electric hand whisk until thoroughly combined.
  3. Divide the mixture between the two tins and level the surface with a knife. Bake in a pre-heated oven at 170C (325F) mark 3 for 35-40 minutes or until the cakes are well risen, firm to the touch and beginning to shrink away from the sides of the tins.
  4. Cool slightly in the tins before turning out on to a wire rack to cool completely.
  5. Beat together the lemon curd and cream cheese and use to sandwich the cakes together. Dredge the top of the cake with castor sugar.

Grease an 8 in/ 20.5 cm square tin.  Preheat the oven to 180C/350F/gas mark 4.  Put the butter, sugar and syrup in a pan, heat until butter is melted. Add all the other ingredients, mix well. Tip into the greased tin, cook for 20 minutes until golden. Mark into squares and cool in the tin. Cut and store in an airtight container.

NUTTY FRUITY SLICE  (Gloria Calabrese fcJ)

These bars go down very well with the community. They not only taste great but they also provide us with a little iron (apricots), calcium and protein (brazil nuts) and fibre (oats). And they’re great for helping keep us away from those tempting cakes and chocolate bars!

Makes: 15
Preparation time: 15 minutes

Cooking time: 20 minutes

100g/ 3 ½ oz butter
50g/ 2 oz golden caster sugar
125g/ 4 oz golden syrup
250/ 9 oz jumbo rolled oats
25 g/1 oz sunflower seeds
50g/ 2 oz brazil nuts, chopped and toasted
40g/ 1 ½ oz chopped dried apricots, roughly chopped
25 g/ 1 oz raisins
1 tbsp sesame seeds, toasted Grease an 8 in/ 20.5 cm square tin.  

Preheat the oven to 180C/350F/gas mark 4.  Put the butter, sugar and syrup in a pan, heat until butter is melted. Add all the other ingredients, mix well. Tip into the greased tin, cook for 20 minutes until golden. Mark into squares and cool in the tin. Cut and store in an airtight container.

CHINESE MEAT BALLS    (Patricia McKeown, fcJ)

1½ lbs minced meat
4 ozs white breadcrumbs
2 eggs
A few carrots, leaks and celery
8ozs mushrooms
A little oil or lard Sauce:
2 tsp cornflour
2 tsp marmite, bovril or 2 meat flavoured cubes
4 ozs sugar (level)
2 dsp tomato ketchup
2 tblsp vinegar

Place mince, crumbs, salt and pepper (to tast) and a little grated onion in a bowl. Add the beaten eggs and mix well. Turn onto a floured board and cut into about 30 pieces. Roll into balls. Toss in hot fat. Chop onion and celery and leaks and carrots into strips. Place in a pan with a little hot oil. Mix around until faintly coloured.

Sauce: Place cornflour, sugar, ketchup and vinegar in a bowl and mix. Add about ½ pint of water and mix. Put the meat balls in with the chopped mushrooms and other vegatables and simmer in the oven for 2 hours or until the vegetables are cooked.

HONEY NUTLETS  (Patricia McKeown, fcJ)

3½ cups of plain flour
1 cup of honey
1 cup of brown sugar
1 cup of chopped nuts
1 cup of butter or margarine
2 eggs
1 tsp cinnamon (level)
1½ tsp bicarbonate of soda (level)
1 tsp salt (level)
1 tsp baking powder

Cream butter. Add honey, sugar and eggs. Beat well. Add flour and spices. Then add the nuts. Mix well. Drop spoonfuls of the mixture on a greased tray.
Oven gas 2. Watch carefully - they burn easily!

RED CABBAGE (Margarita Byron, fcJ

1 large onion
2 cooking apples
1 medium/large head of red cabbage
3 tblsp vinegar
3 tblsp golden syrup (heaped)
1 tsp salt
juice of 1 - 2 lemons

Chop onion and cook in a little butter or margarine.
Add sliced cabbage. Then add chopped apples, vinegar, syrup, salt and lemon juice.
Cook on low heat for at least two hours. The longer the better! Add more syrup to taste.
When cooked, don't drain. Serve with the juice.
(This was my mother's German recipe.)