In 1949 another family move took place - from the West Indies to Ireland, an arbitrary choice made by her father. She would laugh about this. Crossing and re-crossing the Atlantic by luxury liner, and then to find themselves in south county Dublin, just across the Irish Sea from their first home. But, I think she liked the Ireland she came to in early 1950s. One of her first encounters with a local was when a garda stopped her in her sporty car in Dalkey Main Street, and she rolled down the window and gave her name as required. “ Ven- ee-cia, you say” replied our garda with a tone of surprise. “ And now isn’t that a very euphonious name indeed ?” Any country that had a policeman (albeit Dalkey Policeman !) who knew the proper use of the word ‘euphonious’ could not be a bad country, thought this young woman who even then loved words and their correct use – as she was to do, vehemently, all her life. Indeed words became her livelihood at around this time. Independent minded, she knew she had to, and wanted to, earn her living.