Clouds on My Window

May O'Brien was fifteen in 1947 when she started to work in Liberty Hall, the dark and down-at-heel union headquarters that sat brooding beside the river Liffey. Life was a struggle for May and her family and she was glad to be able to contribute financially; she was glad, too, to find that she was appreciated in work. After her first three months in the job, as the bookends, she reflects that she's learnt a lot from her union colleagues since she entered Liberty Hall as an impressionable school leaver.