The first time I went to a play, I was 17 years old. I was on a date with my present husband. It was in the very early 60’s in The Queen’s Theatre on Pearse St. We climbed the rickety stairs to the Gods and sat spellbound on the “woodners” watching Harry Brogan in a play called ‘A Priest in the Family’. I think the seats were about two shillings or 2/6. Harry Brogan was quite old (probably the age we are now) and every time he appeared the audience clapped madly. I can still remember my excitement at being there, the old musty smell, the romance of having “the woodners” to ourselves and being newly in love with my husband and “The Theatre”.  Later we enjoyed many, many plays in our new Abbey and a special memory were the Pantomimes in Irish with Ann Byrne and Jessie Ownes.