“Did they know, I wonder, what awaited them?” That’s the question that always comes to mind here at the Easter Rising Plaque. You are standing before a memorial to courage, a testament to the tumultuous Easter Rising of 1916. This plaque, commemorating the men and women who took part in the uprising, stands as a silent sentinel to their bravery and sacrifice. One name in particular always stands out to me: Gerald Keogh. A young man, a shop assistant, just 22 years old. His life was cut tragically short on the second day of the Rising. Imagine him, a former Fianna member, cycling back to the GPO from Larkfield House. He carried a dispatch from Patrick Pearse, a message of defiance. But his journey was abruptly ended near this very spot. Shots rang out, fired by a soldier stationed at Trinity College, perhaps by an Australian-born soldier named Mick McHugh. Gerald Keogh, the youngest of four brothers who took part in the Rising, died here. His story, a poignant reminder of the human cost of the fight for Irish independence, is forever etched in the memory of this city.
Saint John the Evangelist
Whispers of history echo from these stones. This is the site of Saint John the Evangelist. Once a vibrant church