Here's a story for you. In the late 1960s I would have been about 7, Mum's cousin suddenly appeared at my Nan and Grandads house and all we children got told was that Bridie would be staying for a while. A few weeks later her younger sister turns up, also staying for a while. Then another couple of weeks later, a young man arrived. He too would be staying with Nan and Grandad. Then Bridie and the young man got married in church very quietly (side altar only) Her sister and my Mum were present for her and my Dad was the best man. Very shortly afterwards Bridie had a baby. They all stayed for a few more weeks and then they all went back to Wexford.
It was only years later- and I mean years- that I put the pieces of this story together. Bridie's Mum had sent her unmarried pregnant daughter to Liverpool to stay with my Nan and Grandad, possibly to protect her from the horrors of how the Catholic Church treated unmarried mothers. I've no idea how my Grandad persuaded the priests to marry them in church but he was very well thought of in their parish. The bride and groom were married for 50 odd years and had five more children.