There is something quietly sacred about making a home that no longer stands as it once did. And so this little cottage is not an exercise in miniature making. It is my way of sitting beside a woman whose hands shaped ordinary days that history never thought to record. The cottage where Mary Martha , John, and their children lived in Cahir before moving to the Cashel Army barracks now sits derelict beneath a weathered roof. Moss has claimed the walls and that roof as the premi