From as far back as I can remember, Elsie would talk openly to us kids about the work she did at the convent. She and the other women, she told us, were made to assemble and package popular Hasbro board games.
“Tell us about Buckaroo!, Elsie?” we used playfully mock her, because she always gave the exact same response.
“Oh God, don’t talk to me about that aul Buckaroo,” she’d say.
“And that bloody Mouse Trap, the worst of the lot of them.”
One Christmas, when I was 12, someone gave me a present of a KerPlunk set.I felt confused. Even at that age, I still felt there was something inherently sinister about deriving any kind of enjoyment from a gift that my great aunt could have packaged at the convent in Waterford.
I knew from the stories Elsie told us at home, every Christmas , about how strict the nuns were.
I wonder whether the Good Shepherd Sisters packaged any other board games?