Kilbreda College - Houses

Houses

As the school expanded Kilbreda developed school houses and as more students joined the school the number of houses increased. The housing system was started on 2 May 1934 with the three houses:

  • Kilbreda - green - to honour St. Brigid
  • Lisieux - red - to honour St. Therese
  • Padua - fawn - to honour St. Anthony

In 1945 the house Lourdes was added to the housing system making the houses:

  • Kilbreda - green
  • Lisieux - red
  • Padua - fawn
  • Lourdes - gold - to honour Our Lady of Lourdes

1963 saw the addition of two more teams, Alacoque and Delany. So the houses present in 1963 were:

  • Kilbreda - green
  • Lisieux - red
  • Padua - fawn/white
  • Lourdes - gold
  • Alacoque - light blue - to honour Mother Alacoque Bourke, the founder of the convent school
  • Delany - dark blue - to honour Daniel Delany, the founder of the Brigidine Sisters.

These school houses were kept till 2006 when they were changed to:

  • Brigid - green - named after one of the patron saints of Ireland St Brigid who hence the name of the brigidine schools
  • Kildare - blue - means "place of the oak". It is where Brigid established her first monastery.
  • Delany - gold - Bishop Daniel Delany refounded the Brigidine Order in 1887 to help educate the community.
  • Tullow - red - where Bishop Daniel Delany refounded the Brigidine order.

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