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									ST. MARY DE CASTRO MAGAZINE August 2009

We wish Fr. David well in his new ministry at All Saints, Margate. On July 12th Fr. David celebrated his last Sung Mass at St. Mary’s and many came to share the Holy Eucharist with him. Afterwards we were joined by many others for a Buffet lunch and farewell presentations. Below are some photos from the day.


AUGUST CALENDAR TRINITY 8 11.00 a.m. 6.30 p.m. BENEDICTION 4 Tues 7.30 p.m. 7 Fri 2

SUNG MASS & Address CHORAL EVENSONG & Requiem Mass at St. Peter’s, Highfields

Obs. The Transfiguration 1.10 p.m. Mass


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TRINTY 9 11.00 a.m. SUNG MASS & Address 6.30 p.m. CHORAL EVENSONG & Sermon Tues St. Clare of Assissi, Founder of the Minoresses 7.30 p.m. Mass Fri 1.10 p.m. Mass Sat THE ASSUMPTION OF THE VIRGIN MARY 12 noon Sung Mass at St. Aidan’s - Preacher: Fr. Graeme Rowlands, Chaplain of the Society of Mary


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THE ASSUMPTION OF OUR LADY 11.00 a.m. SUNG MASS, Procession & Address 6.30 p.m. CHORAL EVENSONG & Sermon Tues 7.30 p.m. Mass Fri 1.10 p.m. Mass ST BARTHOLOMEW 11.00 a.m. SUNG MASS, Procession & Address 6.00 p.m. CHORAL EVENSONG AT WISTOW Tues 7.30 p.m. Mass Fri St. Augustine, Bishop of Hippo 1.10 p.m. Mass TRINITY 15 11.00 a.m. 6.00 p.m.

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BRASS CLEANING August 16th Mrs. B. Butler; Mrs. B. Samson; Mrs. J. Thrower EVENSONG READERS August 2nd 9th 16th 23rd 30th Matthew Harris Terry Doughty Yvette Adams Wistow Evensong Baden Favill EPISTLE READERS AT MASS August 2nd 9th 16th 23rd 30th Catherine Aston Terry Doughty Clifford Dunkley Gabrielle Fletcher Frank Gallagher OPEN DOOR August 1st -------8th Chris Stephens; Stuart Snowdon 15th Jo Thrower; John Tansey 22nd Barbara Samson; Clifford Dunkley The weekend of August 29-31 is the Bank Holiday and Castle Park Festival weekend. We expect to welcome a large number of visitors (last year we were the only place providing refreshments) so extra help with Open Door, “minding” stalls, provision of cakes, preserves etc. will be very welcome. Please let the Church wardens know if you can help in any way. Would people on Open Door please remember, before they leave, to round up any money from the sales table and old Alms box and put it in the black safe. We do get the odd dishonest visitor so make sure your property is in a safe place. If anyone asks for a drink of water use the tap in the South Porch where there are usually some cups. A mobile phone is in the Sacristy for emergency use. Curate, giving out notices, “As you know, next Saturday it is the Church Fete. If we are to have a successful Cake Stall we need to be sure of a good supply of cakes. Vague promises are no good - what we want are concrete cakes!”

FR. MAX WRITES ... Tempus Fugit! What a truism! This coming year, I will have been ordained 50 years and been assisting at our wonderful church here for 40 years! From such a vantage point, it seemed fitting to me - when asked to ‘write something’ for the ‘Parish Mag’ - to pick some major and/or interesting happenings from those years. If well received, I could continue these writings ... I will start with some accounts of my three Hertford College, Oxford, years (1955-1958) which I shall name: ‘PLEASE - HAVE MY UMBRELLA’ (Continued from previous month ...) When Mother had brief holidays, we took train or bus.-trips together, at Salisbury, she picked up a splendid 200-year old Morocco-bound Prayer Book for me from a Market-Stall. She was unsparing in her purchasing of clothes for me. From a Naval tailor’s on The Hard, Portsea, she bought me the very best of fawn duffle coats. At that time they were de rigeur Oxford. although my occasional wearing of it, together with the scarlet and white stripes of a voluminous Hertford scarf as I strode the grey Portsmouth streets, must have presented a certain unmistakable culture clash . At such times. I was acutely self-conscious. I truly regret that. in the case of the duffle coat at least, my carelessness brought to nought Mother’s infinite self-sacrifice - although there was a moiety of humour in the tale. Back in Oxford my duffle coat went missing. For some two weeks. I retraced anywhere I had visited, seeking it Then I remembered. ‘Of course. I’ve left it at the Cowley Fathers, in their lobby’. But when I sought it, at the white-stone Monastery, my Confessor reddened a little. ‘I’m so sorry’, he muttered, hesitantly. ‘We didn’t know whose it was so we've dyed it black and dedicated it to the Monastery...’ My Finals were almost upon me, in that Summer of 1958. One day, after so many weeks of stern revision, I started to have distinctly odd thoughts. I then, and by arrangement with Mrs D. (my landlady, at her splendid home in the Woodstock Road), followed some classic Oxford advice ‘Don’t work right up till the Exams .. If they’re getting to you drop your studies completely.’ I therefore took a bus out to the Cotswolds, stayed at an Inn and spent three

idyllic days hiking to various hamlets, viewing the elegant Churches and watching village cricket. I returned, fully refreshed, the evening before my first Examination. In the morning. at breakfast, Mrs D. presented me with a white rose buttonhole, to go with my ‘subfusc’ Examination suit, Gown and Mortarboard, and smiling warmly, she gave me her best wishes. As I walked closer to the examination Schools, a light rain was falling. I was reminded of a poignant and comic incident a few weeks earlier. I was at an open-air play, one of the treasures of an Oxford Summer. This play, Milton's 'Comus’, was held on the lawns of Lady Margaret Hall. A major difficulty, however, had arisen. The play was to be performed for four evenings - but it became a rain-soaked series of days. So the first night's performance was cancelled, then the second night’s,thenthe third night’s. But the performance would take place this fourth night, come rain or shine. It was the rain, which came, at first fairly lightly, but then with some vehemence. In the interval, bringing back a tiny cup of coffee from the refreshment Marquee, it seemed that, with the influx of raindrops, the coffee had near-doubled its volume As the performance restarted, I struggled, but not for long, with a moral dilemma. I was under an umbrella and was also wearing my new - replacement - duffle coat, which Mother had recently bought me. On either side of me was a girl undergraduate, unknown to me - but clearly neither was dressed for the inclemency. ‘Please’,. I said, ‘Do sit together - have my umbrella. I'm O.K with my duffle coat.’ And so it was done and accepted, with appreciative smiles and myself crouched under the duffle coat’s hood ... the actual performance of that ‘Comus’, perhaps needless to say, was quite excellent. notwithsanding the near-Tempest. On the evening of my last Examination, I had arranged, as a celebration, to attend another College’s open-air performance, this one being Shakespeare’s ‘Love’s Labour’s Lost’ held, I believe. in the Fellows’ Garden at Merton. This evening the sun shone beautifully throughout.


My intellect was drained. from the Examinations: I could not take much in. But lines from the Queen’s closing speech strangely intrigued me. ‘A time. methinks, too short To make a world-without-end bargain in’ The play was about youth and romance and. more weightily - though a comedy - about making one's life-decisions.. My recollection of these two open-air productions could go far to crystallise the treasures and beauty of my Hertford experience. ST. MARY’S WEEKDAY WELCOME The opening of St. Mary’s Monday to Friday between 12 noon and 2 p.m has been a great success with over 150 visitors between 1st July and 19th July (not counting Saturday Open Door). I am most grateful for all who have volunteered to be in Church for these opening times. There have been several requests for prayers - which are prayed at Mass on the following Sunday each week - and many candles lit. The refreshments have been appreciated by many. We have been blessed with visitors who have been overjoyed to find the Church open - one little boy said how nice it was to see inside the church with it’s ‘free cafe’! There was one particular incident when Vicky Harris and I were on duty. A couple came into Church and upon talking to them they informed me they were on vacation from South Africa and were on a long boat which they had moored by the Castle Gardens. They mentioned that they would have liked to have attended an organ recital at the Cathedral as the gentleman had learned to play classical piano music in his younger days, however their schedule did not allow this. At that moment Baden walked into church and I introduced them to him. The gentleman asked Baden if he did recitals, to which Baden replied that he didn’t. I suggested to Baden that he might play a piece or two, which he did. They were absolutely delighted and couldn’t thank us enough for taking the time and trouble to provide some organ music. Just one example of many, I am sure, interesting tales of visitors from all over the world who are now more often able to enjoy the beauty and holiness of St. Mary’s. May God bless us in our efforts. Terry Doughty

CRACKED POTS A water bearer had two large pots, one hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot always arrived half full. For two years this went on daily, with the water bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master’s house. Of course the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, fulfilled in the design for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection and miserable that it was unable to accomplish what it had been made to do. After two years of enduring this bitter shame, the cracked pot spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself and I apologize to you”. “Why?” asked the bearer, “what are you ashamed of?” “ I have been able for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said,” As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.” Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and was cheered somewhat. But at the end of the trail, it still felt the old shame because it had leaked out half its load, and so again the pot apologized for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, “Did you not notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, and not on the other side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we’ve walked back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.” Each of us has flaws. We’re all cracked pots. But if we allow Him, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father’s table. In God’s great economy, nothing goes to waste. Don’t be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them, and you, too can bring something beautiful to the Father,


GALLIMAUFRY Nowadays we seem to have more phobias and allergies than ever. An example, quoted in New Scientist is one in which the sufferer has a fear of long words (probably can’t read them). It allegedly produces shortness of breath, rapid breathing, an irregular heartbeat, nausea and an overall feeling of dread, which all sounds rather like a reaction to a currently in vogue church service. The phobia is termed ‘hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia’, which is surely guaranteed to produce a terminal attack in the sufferer. One’s first response is to think that it’s typical April 1st stuff, but the New Scientist was quoting a US counselling website, so that’s all right. The clients are presumably not allergic to large figures on the bill. St. Dominic (1170-1221 - feast day 8th August) was the Spanish founder of the Dominican order of friars. More of him some other time. He is the patron of astronomers and might well have been perturbed by their discoveries, which undermined so much of what the Church stood for. During the centuries after his death, it was obliged, with great difficulty, to come to terms, with the knowledge that the Earth is not the centre of the Universe, as was previously thought, but is, rather, a small planet circling an unimportant star on our galaxy’s edge. This brought much belief down to earth, so to speak. A customer to a well known bookshop found a beautifully bound Presentation Bible. On his pointing out that the print was too small, the assistant told him that the Bible ‘was not designed to be read’; presumably an Authorised Version. 18th August is the feast day of St. Roche, surely one of the more unfortunate saints of the middle ages. He was a hermit, famed for going on long pilgrimages, a somewhat unusual combination. During one, he caught bubonic plague, in Italy, while nursing sufferers. However he recovered and is revered for the work he did among the sick. Returning home, his relatives declared him to be an impostor and he was thrown into prison where he died. He is the patron of doctors. Aphorisms for modern life No. 35: English is the modern lingua franca 19th August is the anniversary of Mary Pitman, the wife of Sir Isaac Pitman, who was the originator of Pitman’s shorthand, the working tool of secretaries for over a century. Her claim to fame is in her epitaph, written by her husband, who was also a great proponent of spelling reform.

The epitaph runs: In memori ov Meri Pitman, Weif ov Mr. Eizak Pitman, Fonetik printer ov this site (city), Deid 19 Agust, 1857, edjed 64. ‘Preper to mit thei God’ Amos 4-12 At liist he cud spel Amos korektli. Should he later have met both God and his wife, one trusts that brisk words were said. St. Bartholomew, whose feast is on 24th August, was, of course one of the twelve apostles. He is often equated with the Nathanael, who is described as meeting Jesus, in St. John’s Gospel. His most famous English monument is, of course, the ancient St. Bart’s Hospital in London, dating from the 1100’s. Given the recent furore over cheeses and their origins, he should be especially revered in Leicestershire, since he is the patron saint of cheese merchants. Recently, the Mother Prioress of an enclosed convent in Wiltshire said, in conversation, that ‘apart from holy works, her nuns read only works by Corbels on St. Mary’sinnocence and freedom from sin was almost Holy Writ P.G.Wodehouse as his church, itself.’ -----------------------------------------------------------------CHURCH STATISTICS - JUNE Day Communicants 2 Visitation 9 7 Trinity Sunday 38 14 Trinity 1 35 21 Trinity 2 38 27 Armed Forces Day 28 St. Peter & Paul 41 Other days, 38 Key: Attendance 9 43 + 3c; E 14 36 + 2c; E 14 41 + 3c; E 20 200 45 + 3c; E 17 39 Collections £123.00 £116.80 £152.20 *** £120.10

*** Collection to Services charities; c: children; E: Evensong;

Figures for collections do not show the entire amounts given, since many now donate so via bankers’ orders. Refreshments are served after the 11.00 service each Sunday.

LOOKING AT THE CHURCH Monuments 1 When my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain... ........................ And he that digs it, spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone, Will he not let us alone.... This, the beginning of John Donne’s love poem, The Relique, written in the 1590’s, many years before he became Dean of St. Paul’s, refers to the custom, in the Medieval and Renaissance period, of re-using the graves of the more common folk. Most graves, then, were quite shallow, bodies shrouded rather than coffined, and after some twenty years or so, the bones would be removed to a crypt or charnel house and the grave used again. Thus, in Act V, Sc.i of Shakespeare’s Hamlet, we have the gravedigger at work on Ophelia’s grave, First clown earth Hamlet: First clown: Hamlet: .........Here’s a skull now; this skull has lain in the three and twenty years. Whose was it? ........This same skull, sir, was Yorick’s skull, the King’s jester. Let me see. (Takes the skull). Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest.

Monuments for the ordinary people would not exist. Living in obscurity, they continued so after death. It was different for the nobility, gentry or wealthy. These would be buried inside the church or very near it, jostling for position near the altar, just as they had in life. Before the 1200’s, tombs, with or without stone coffins, would be simple slabs, coffin shaped, incised with a cross. There was often some identification of occupation, such as a sword for a knight, chalice for priest or some emblem of a merchant’s trade. During the thirteenth century, box-like table tombs appeared, often with a statue, recumbent, in pious attitude, on top. While there was no attempt at a likeness, again the occupation would be shown by the

clothing. Thus a knight would be in full armour, sometimes with the crossed feet, thought to denote a crusader, or a Bishop would be coped. Later, the tomb might have mourning figures on the sides, usually angels, but later the family of the deceased would be portrayed, kneeling in prayer for the occupants. Often, a child would be holding a skull, signifying that the child died before the parent. Sadly, given child mortality in ages past, examples were not unusual. At the same time, for many who gained burial in the church, the monument was still a simple stone slab. From the later 1200’s until the early 1500’s, monumental brasses can be found replacing stone slabs. There are more of these medieval brasses in England than the whole remainder of Europe. These bore detailed representations of the person entombed. Because they were much cheaper than stone, a wider cross-section of the population is represented by them and they give interesting information regarding costume and accoutrements. There are examples from the full armour of the early knights through to late fifteenth century ladies and even parish priests. As was noted in the discussion of stained glass windows, benefactors were sometimes remembered in the windows they or their relatives donated. After the Reformation, tombs of the wealthy began to proliferate inside the church. They were often large, carrying carved effigies, now with an attempt at portraying the deceased. Some are still to be found, their statues resting in leisurely stance, on an elbow, while waiting with an almost arrogant confidence for their own resurrection. Meanwhile, out in the churchyard, with no monument, would lie generations of the congregation’s forebears, awaiting the resurrection, their sleep interrupted by the removal of their bones to make room for another temporary occupant. During the late 1600’s and the 1700’s, burial customs changed. Graves were deeper, six feet or more and would often be used for more family members as they took the final ferry out. This continued during the succeeding centuries, thus filling church and other graveyards. The result is that often the churchyard level is raised above that of the church. St. Mary’s is an example. The graves are normally to be found on the south side of the church, sometimes extending round to the east. From this time, too, we begin to find gravestones, memorialising any who could afford a plot and stone. Thus a wider cross section of the populace is found and there are many interesting, informative and even amusing inscriptions. This,

too, was the period of monumental plaques on church walls, again of those deemed to be important or having sufficient worldly goods. In addition, many memorials are found in the windows of churches. Much stained glass was destroyed during the iconoclasm of the 17th century, to be replaced during the Victorian period. Many of these were as in previous centuries, in memory of persons or families rich enough to donate them. To be continued FR. DAVID’S FAREWELL PARTY My sincere thanks must go to all who helped to prepare food, supplied food, and helped in other ways. There are too many names to mention individual people. It was through the generosity of Barbara, housekeeper at Castle House, seeking permission for us to use the kitchen that made it so much easier than preparing food in church. Thanks, Barbara, it was wonderful. The Lord must have been looking down on us for this special occasion. I felt like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs when we were carrying the food across to church. Thanks to John and his helpers for supplying and serving the wine. We do hope everyone enjoyed it. We all wish Fr. David a happy future and wish him well as he goes to All Saints, Margate. (Missing - one small silver cake slicer) Joyce Levell. THE FUR COAT (A tale of long ago) Jack Smith had always promised his wife that when he could afford it he would buy her a fur coat. (This was long before fur coats went out of favour). At last, thanks to a small legacy from an old aunt, he felt able to do this, and they went to a well-known Leicester store to choose the coat. Of course, Jack could not afford mink, or anything very expensive, but they found one that seemed suitable and Mrs. Smith tried it on. “Oh yes, madam!” gushed the assistant, “This is really nice. It’s lapin, you know.” “Yes,” replied Mrs. Smith, “My daughters learn French at school - I know lapin means rabbit!”

YOUNG PEOPLES’ PAGE When we go to church we expect to hear someone read to us from the Bible. At Holy Communion we have the Epistle, taken from one of the New Testament Letters, and the Gospel. At Evensong we have a reading from the Old Testament and also one form the New. Before the Reformation this did not happen because the Bible had not been translated into English, but then a Bible in English was put into every parish church, and many other translations were made. At St. Mary’s we have a copy of the so-called “Breeches Bible”, where Genesis 3.7 is given as “Adam and Eve sewed leaves together and made themselves breeches.” There are other old translations which are only remembered because of old words that sound funny to us nowadays. The “Bugges Bible” - “Thou shalt not be afraid for any bugges by night” Psalm 91, the modern word is “terrors”. The “Treacle Bible” - “There shall be treacle in Gilead” - Jeremiah 8; the modern word is “balm” There is even the “Wicked Bible” where the word “not” is left out of some of the Ten Commandments, giving “Thou shalt steal”, “Thou shalt bear false witness” and so on. By the early 1600’s it was clear that a new translation was needed, that could be used all over the country. King James I gave permission for the best Biblical scholars to get together and produce an up-to-date translation of the Bible. This why it is called the “Authorised Version of the Bible”. It is still in use today; however, the English language changes, words change their meanings and more old writings in Hebrew and Greek have been discovered that help to make the meanings of words more clear. Many people still like the King James Bible because the language is beautiful, but part of it are difficult to understand and so more up to date translations have ben made.

Rearrange the letters and find some books of the New Testament 1) 2) 3) 4) UKEL KRAM CATS SMARNO 5) 6) 7) 8) TREEP MOTHITY SEMAJ BEWERSH

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Answers to last month’s questions - 1) Blue or purple 2) White 3) Blue or purple 4) White or Gold 5) Red

AUGUST ANNIVERSARIES The Romans named this month after Emperor Augustus, who was the “Caesar Augustus” who ordered the census that made Joseph and Mary go to Bethlehem. (Luke 2) For many years August was the holiday time for factory workers and schoolchildren and the “August Holidays” were eagerly looked forward to. In country places children were kept off school to help with the fruit harvest. (Is this why Parliament has a long break, so that in earlier days the Lords could supervise the harvest on their estates?) August begins with the feast of Lammas on the 1st. This has nothing to do with lambs but the name comes from the old English “Loaf Mass”, when the bread used at the Eucharist was made from the first grain to be harvested - a sort of early Harvest Festival. Nowadays most churches use wafers at the Holy Communion as they are convenient and easy to store, but the Prayer Book directs that ordinary bread should be used and older people can remember when this was usual. At one Leicester Church, after the service, the priest was told by an elderly lady, “Vicar, if you give me a big piece of crust again I shall want butter on it!” In the country August is the month of harvest. Nowadays the grain is quickly dealt with by combine harvesters, but in earlier times the cutting, drying and carrying to the farm needed good weather and a large number of workers. Harvest was followed by gleaning, the picking up of all the odd bits of corn left by the reapers. By tradition the poor of the village were allowed to glean in the Squire’s fields after harvest, to gather corn to make bread for themselves or perhaps to feed fowls in the winter. The Bible story of Ruth takes place during harvest. The people were told (Lev. 23) not to reap the corn right up to the edge of the field nor to completely clear up what they cut but to leave some for the poor to gather, as Ruth did. St. Oswald, a Saxon King of Northumbria, is remembered on August 5th. When Oswald was a boy a pagan king had seized the kingdom and killed Oswald’s

father. He and his brother escaped and went to Iona, where they met St. Aidan. Later Oswald raised an army and recaptured his kingdom. He wanted to convert his pagan subjects to Christianity and invited Aidan to come and help him. Aidan set up a monastery on Holy Island, (Lindisfarne) from where he and his monks set out to spread the Gospel in Northumbria. Aidan is remembered on August 31st. On August 6th we celebrate the Transfiguration of Our Lord (Mark 9). August 22nd in the year 1485 was when the Battle of Bosworth was fought and King Richard III lost his crown and his life, largely due to the treachery of some noblemen who had promised to support him against Henry Tudor and then changed sides. Richard led his army into battle, Henry hid behind his French mercenaries. Nowadays many people do not believe Richard to have been the wicked hunchback depicted by Shakespeare (although that is where the popular idea of him originates). Shakespeare was writing during the reign of Henry Tudor’s granddaughter Elizabeth I and so could not have said that the Tudors had no right to the throne! The accusation that Richard had the “Princes in the Tower” (his nephews) murdered was not made until some 20 years after his death. Richard in fact had nothing to fear from the boys, who had been declared illegitimate by Parliament after it came out that their father was a bigamist. In his time Richard was regarded as a good king, particularly in the North where he had spent much of his life. In Leicester he has a statue in Castle Gardens, a memorial in the Cathedral and two roads, a school and a public house named after him. He may possibly have stayed at the Castle before it fell into disuse and may have worshipped at St. Mary’s. The end of August brings the Bank Holiday and also the Castle Park Festival. Older people can remember when the Bank Holiday came at the beginning of August. Bank Holidays began in Victorian times when working people got very little time off. Sir John Lubbock, a M.P., suggested that workers in banks should have days off at Christmas, Easter, Whitsun and in August - and with the banks closed not much other business could be done. By this time railways had spread all over the

country and, encouraged by people like Thomas Cook, town people could enjoy visits to the country or seaside. Among the Saints and famous Christians we remember in August are St. Dominic (8th) Founder of the Dominican Order (Black Friars); Mary Sumner (9th) founder of the Mothers’ Union; Jeremy Taylor (13th)17th century Bishop and writer; also Florence Nightingale; William and Catherine Booth (20th) 19th century founders of the Salvation Army; St. Monica and her son St. Augustine of Hippo (27th and 28th); and John Bunyan (30th) author of “Pilgrims Progress”. FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD Sunday 12th July was, of course, a memorable occasion at St. Mary’s. And one of the most memorable things was the absolutely superb spread. A ‘Glorious Twelfth’, indeed. One of the most difficult problems in catering for such an occasion is estimating the numbers and their appetites. In this case the ninety plus at the service, was further augmented to rather more than a hundred. From the well filled plates many had, indeed, good appetites. ‘Oh, stop, stop’ cried the Mole in ecstasies: ‘this is too much.’ ... he took out all the mysterious packets one by one and arranged their contents in due order, still gasping, ‘Oh my! Oh my!’ at each fresh revelation. This was how one felt, looking at the long line of food filled tables. Not only was there enough for the hungry horde but the variety, too, was outstanding. Had it been the work of a catering company we would have praised it unreservedly. But it was, in fact, the magnificent work of a dedicated home team. They not only gauged the numbers correctly, but provided a range which satisfied any taste. We owe Mrs. Joyce Levell and those in the congregation who contributed their efforts our most grateful thanks and hearty congratulations. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Two old ladies were visiting in a Botanic Garden. “Ethel,” said Annie, “when is the best time to take cuttings?” Ethel looked quickly around, “When nobody is looking!”

A SECRET IN THE GARDEN Recently I told how my auntie kindly made a wedding cake for the daughter of the feckless family next door when she “had to get married”. After the wedding the young couple continued to live next door and their daughter Marlene was born. The young man, known as Chip, never seemed to have a job and was often about at home; Uncle noticed this because he had just retired and was spending more time working on his garden. One day Chip came out and began to chop down the weeds and long grass that comprised their garden and made them into a big heap. “Nice to see the garden being cleared,” commented Uncle, whose crops suffered from slugs and snails from next door. “Thought I might as well clear a bit,” said Chip “Might grow a few taters.” The heap stayed there through a week of fine weather and no more gardening was done. Auntie went out one day and saw Chip poking about round the heap. “You know,” she remarked, “this would be a good chance to burn all that, it must be dry, and nobody has got any washing out.” But Chip muttered some excuse and vanished into the house. Later that afternoon the detectives came. Auntie was in the front room and saw the car draw up and the men in trench-coats get out. They came out into the back garden and kicked aside the heap of garden rubbish - and there were the cigarettes that had “fallen off the back of the lorry”. No wonder Chip didn’t want to burn his rubbish! So Chip went to be guest of the Government, as it was not his first offence. But it turned out to be his last, because when he came home he got a job and settled down to being a good husband and father, and before little Marlene reached school age the family had been allocated a Council house in the next village.


SUPPORT We are grateful to the various priests who have offered to cover our services during the Interregnum - in particular Fr. David Maudlin who will be covering many of our services. It would be good if we were able to support other churches more when they have special services. In this respect please do all you can to support the following SATURDAY AUGUST 15th - ST. AIDAN, NEW PARKS - 12 noon SUNG MASS OF THE ASSUMPTION - PREACHER: FR. GRAEME ROWLANDS, CHAPLAIN OF THE SOCIETY OF MARY. Buffet afterwards. SUNDAY AUGUST 23rd. - ST WISTAN, WISTOW - 6.00 p.m. ST. MARY’S CHOIR ARE SINGING EVENSONG AT WISTOW ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------BONUS BALL There are one or two spare numbers in our weekly Bonus Ball Fund raising. If you would like a number (or someone you know), please see Terry Doughty. Each number costs just £1 per week and 50p goes to Church Funds. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The Minister’s wife was out, and he had his sermon to write and his little boy to keep amused. But it seemed that every time he found James an occupation and settled down to his sermon it was a very short time before he heard a little voice say, “Daddy, I’ve finished - what can I do next?” Then he remembered a very old jigsaw puzzle, a map of the world. He fetched it and gave it to James, thinking this would keep keep him occupied for a nice long time. But after only a few minutes - “Daddy, I’ve finished!” “However did you do that hard puzzle so quickly?” “Oh, it had a picture of a man on the back, “ said James, “and when the man is right, the world comes right.”

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