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I used to go to these harvest festivals as a young boy and remember them very well. My grandparents were regular attendees at the chapel and my parents were married there.
Please can you add the references numerically cited in the article
I belonged to the Notts and derby district mayc club 617 Mansfield in 70s/ 80s the club performed with others in our district twice in Albert hall..such special memories of some excellent mayc London weekends..but in the last few day the district has lost a very special man called cliff board..to the notts/derby district he was Mr mayc. his smile and laughter would light up every place he visited…he will be so fondly remembered…
Thank you, Richard Moody, for providing that information, which is a reminder that all the Rolls of Honour were written ten years after the Armistice, and that unintentional errors could be made. I understand that John Thomas Moody was only 19 when he died, a week after the fighting stopped.
Thank you for pointing that out! We have now corrected the spelling.
Does anyone remember going to the Albert hall and seeing the Sunderland mayc do the lampton worm and seeing Anthony valentine and polly james
I think you will find that it is Headingley.
Best wishes though – just sent a Handsworth picture to my friend that includes her Dad.
No not this year. If you would like a copy of the record on CD I can still supply if you send your postal address. (EMAIL firstname.lastname@example.org AND WE WILL FORWARD MESSAGE TO DAVID)
Was the 1958 weekend when the choir sang The Dam Busters ? I’m afraid neither my husband nor I can remember anymore detail but we would have been 15 at the time and highly likely to have been there. We remember accommodating other clubs and also I think Cliff Richard attended one of the Albert Hall “shows”? Just wondering if 1958 was the year.
Thanks very much for putting this on this website. My parents are mentioned in Bill’s memories of the Bahamas, and I am sure my mother, Jean Bamfield, will enjoy reading this. It’s so good to capture the memories and thoughts of a person.
My wife and I worshiped at Eastbrook Hall for 24 years from 1963, our daughter was brought there,many happy years,we still keep in touch with members and all getting older.We retired and came to live in Bridlington. It is good to read reports about Eastbrook of happy memories.
Very interesting. Love the photos. Has any research been done on the names when the stones were laid i.e.R.H.Williams Mrs Moss of Boscundle House Mrs Box of St.Austell
As a Littlewood [Kevin] i remember it so well. Myra Littlewood was my aunty and Pamela Bassindale still is
The Moody brothers were my great uncles. Their names were Richard Francis and John Thomas so John’s initials were “J.T.” Not “J.R.”
The men who returned were:
John Grant 4th East Lancashire Brigade, Royal Field Artillery G.H. Smith 4th Bn. Border Regt. Westie Stone West Cumberland Yeomanry Frank Byers Motor Machine Gun Service Thomas Jackson 4th East Lancashire Brigade, Royal Field Artillery Robert English 4th Bn. Border Regt. Alfred Pickersgill Royal Engineers Morley Stobbart Royal Engineers William Watt King’s Own Scottish Borderers Stanley Kerr 11th Bn. Border Regt. George Lewis 4th East Lancashire Brigade, Royal Field Artillery John Coulthard Army Ordnance Corps Robert Coulthard 4th Bn. Border Regt. John Hayston Royal Garrison Artillery Matt Hutchinson Royal Garrsion Artillery William E. Casson Army Service Corps Frank Goodfellow Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders Addison Napier Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders William Chambers Royal Marine Light Infantry Albert Brown 4th Bn. Border Regt. Harry Lynn Richard Jenkinson Lancashire Fusiliers Ernest Tinkler Royal Engineers John J. Turner Border Regt. Chris Beaty 4th Bn. Border Regt. Thomas Ryan 4th Bn. Border Regt. George Holliday
I have found out that a number of my relatives died in the First World War. I’ve got a couple of Charles Moulster’s medals.
Kate: that’s interesting about the book. I don’t know if you can upload images to here, but it would be interesting to see the actual certificate,
Thank you for your interest. The baptismal (and administrative) records for all the three Mountsorrel churches (Primitive, United, Wesleyan) are all deposited in Leicestershire Record Office. None of them had a burial ground. Mounsorrel has a municipal cemetary, and one of the reasons these were created was to allow Non-conformists to be buried according to their own religious rites. I would have thought it was likely that your ancestor was buried there. The cemetery is run by Mountsorrel Parish Council, so I think it would be worth your while contacting them at https://mountsorrelparishcouncil.co.uk/contact-us/
Many thanks to everyone, especially Kate for such a detailed series of recollections.
Hello Mr.Thornborow, I wonder if you can help us. We are trying to find where the burial service of our Gt.Gt.grandmother Sarah Ann Thornett (nee Bailey) took place.She died in 1899 in Mt.Sorrell, her death being registered at Barrow. Our friend John Do yle of the Mt.S. Heritage Group has informed us that she wasn’t buried at either of the Anglican churches in Mt.S. and as we know she had connections with the Wesleyan Methodist church in Cherrington where the family originated, we were wondering if she attended the MtSorrel church. Her son John Edward Thornett was killed in WW1 1.5.16 and is listed on the Mt.Sorrel Memorial and in St.Peters Church but he was also mentioned in the records of the Cherrington W.M.C. which is now closed and is a private house. I know this is a long-shot but I am hoping you can shed some light on this mystery. Her husband James Alfred Thornett died in 1921 and we are assuming they were re-united somewhere! Thank you in advance.
Hello Michael, I would be interested to see your find, my Great Grandmothers brother was one of the soldiers from the Folly who is on the window. I’m also extremely interested in local and military history. my email is email@example.com I also live just along from the Folly Look forward to hearing from you
Thomas Lauchlan is the correct spelling
In the summer of 1939 my father Henry Townsend Wigley, became minister at Lodge Lane, just as war broke out.
I have just been googling to see what became of the various chapels where he worked. I see that ‘Ian’s’ article says ‘ Little is known of the years between 1935 and 1950’. I remember a good deal of those years. I was only ten in 1939 but by the time we left in 1945 I was sixteen. Perhaps you will be interested in my memories.
My father had for six years been secretary of Christian Endeavour, with an office in Leeds and weekends spent preaching all over the country. I learned much later that he had had an invitation to the rather struggling Lodge Lane and to a flourishing church in another city. He said he felt called to Lodge Lane. He said that he had begun by removing from the list of members all those who had died or moved away. He believed in home visiting and was out most evenings, home for cocoa, parkin and the nine o’clock news on the BBC Home Service. He liked to visit when the men might be at home.
I remember II o’clock morning service, children at the front with a teacher who led them out after a children’s address and before the sermon. I sat in the back pew with my mother. Holy Communion was never the main service but monthly straight after the morning service. The PSA used the chapel in the afternoon.
There was a six o’clock service and then Mr. Edgar Bateson, who had a fine voice, conducted community hymn singing in the big hall. Someone played the piano and people called out for their favourite hymns. I only went a few times and I don’t know how many winters he did this. It was quite popular in the boring blackout.
There were quite a lot of rooms behind the chapel. A small one next to the door was occupied by the ARP. There were the usual Sunday School arrangements: beginners in one room, infants in the next, all the rest in the big hall.
One afternoon a week there was the Women’s Bright Hour, a short easy service with a talk and a solo and then tea and a bun. It attracted mainly those with neither young children nor war work, the lonely old. One evening was the Men’s Fireside, mostly discussion. My father ran this and was grateful for the presence of one or two who opposed religion. He loved an argument.
A local school was evacuated and the army requisitioned the building and billeted soldiers there. They would stay for some weeks and then the next lot would come. The church set up an evening canteen for them: tea and buns in one room, tables, chairs and a coal fire in a quiet room for reading or writing letters and ping pong in the big hall. My father was very conventional in appearance, clerical collar, dark grey worsted three piece suit. He would occasionally take off his jacket and surprise the lads by beating most of the challengers at ping pong. One batch of soldiers were Conscientious Objectors, ‘Conchies’, perhaps a bit suspect to some whose sons were in danger, until they volunteered for bomb disposal, picking their way through the precarious jumble of bombed houses. Liverpool is said to have been second only to London in the amount of bombing. They put extra supporting beams in our cellar and we slept down there for some time.
We left in 1945 to go to London, where my father became national secretary of the Free Church Federal Council. His primary vocation was to the ordinary ministry and he was glad to have one more such posting before he retired. My memory of Lodge Lane then was of the body of the church being quite well filled. I suspect that maintenance of the fabric was not high priority during the war.
My dad was Ralph Rogerson and also had a B.A. even though this is not attached next to his name. Prior to becoming a Methodist Minister he was a RAF Commando where he spent time in Malaya at the end of the 2nd World War , along with a colleague he started a Women’s Hospital as there were no facilities there at that time. He was an amazing speaker for God and the churches he ministered to all thrived. My dad died in Whitchurch , Hampshire 6 weeks before retiring home to his loved WIDNES in 1989. He is sorely missed by everyone who knew him ,especially by his wife Elsie who remained faithful to him until she died last year 2017 and by myself.
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