The first issue of the magazine went out on November 2008. The front cover was of Violet and Trudy Brumby, two local land girls. The magazine had an article recalling their memories of their time in the Women's Land Army.
Both of them had just receive their commemorative badge in recognition of their efforts. In 1941 they were sent to Cooper's farm at Otby. They stayed in a local youth hostel and it was a tough time for the young women. They worked on the land from 7.30 am till 5pm everyday.
During their time on the farm they would often see squadrons of planes flying above. One day they saw a spitfire shot down at Normanby Le Wold, they rushed over to try and help the Polish pilot but sadly he was already dead. Not everything was bad, they both found romance and married their future husbands, Bill and Don Brumby.
THOUGHT OF THE MONTH
THE SENSE OF A GOOSE
When you see geese on their annual migrations flying in a "v" formation, you might consider what science has discovered as to why they fly that way. As each bird flaps its wings, it creates uplift for the bird immediately following. By flying in a "v" formation, the whole flock adds at least 71% greater flying range than if each bird flew on its own.
People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going more quickly and easily because they are travelling on the thrust of one another.
When a goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of trying to go it alone and quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird in front.
If we have the sense of a goose, we will stay in formation with those people who are heading the same way we are.
When the head goose gets tired, it rotates back in the wing and another goose flies past. It is sensible to take turns doing demanding*jobs, whether with people or with geese flying south. Geese call from behind to encourage those upfront to keep up their speed. What message do we give when we call from behind?
Finally - and this is important - when a goose gets sick or injured and falls out of the formation, two other geese fall out with that goose and follow it down to lend help and protection. They stay with the fallen goose until it's able to fly, or until it dies; only then do they launch out on their own or with another formation to catch up with their own group.
If we have the sense of a goose, we will stand by and help each other.
INSTITUTION AND INDUCTION OF THE REVEREND BRYAN DIXON AS RECTOR OF THE BENEFICE OF THE MIDDLE RASEN GROUP OF PARISHES - 14TH JULY 2016
By Rosemary Walker
More than 200 people gathered together in Middle Rasen parish church on a balmy Thursday evening in July for the induction service of our new rector, the Reverend Bryan Dixon. The service was conducted by the Bishop of Lincoln, the Right Reverend Christopher Lowson, with a sermon preached by the Bishop of Grimsby, the Right Reverend David Court . Also in attendance were our Archdeacon, Rural Dean, and many visiting priests, lay readers and ministers as well as our own local ministry team.
The service of induction of a new priest is a serious and legal affair, with oaths of allegiance to authorised worship and to the reigning monarch. However, the responsibilities are not all one way; the congregation too was required to declare their support to work with Bryan to serve the Kingdom of God
After these "set pieces Bryan was officially welcomed by our Churchwardens, our local MP, Sir Edward Leigh and by leaders of the local communities. There were prayers and lusty singing of hymns, ably supported by a strong choir. All in all a glorious, joyful service and one fitting to welcome the new shepherd of our flock in Middle Rasen, Newton by Toft. Faldingworth. Friesthorpe and West Rasen .
As if that weren't enough, there followed a magnificent buffet served in the church hall and car park. All sorts of scrumptious sandwiches, quiches, sausage rolls, scones, cakes etc were on offer to tempt all palates. Wine and soft drinks flowed, along with friendly conversation. The weather was perfect too, the icing on a glorious cake. Thanks to the many who were involved in making the occasion so memorable.
We wish Bryan, Theresa and their family many happy and fulfilling years here with us.
Articles from earlier issues
A Farewell to the Patrick Family
It was a very sad, but special day in Middle Rasen on a gloriously sunny Sunday 8th February as Rev Charles Patrick was taking his last Sunday Worship. The Church of St Peter and St Paul was packed, with regular worshippers and friends from across the parish. It was a moving service with uplifting hymns, readings and beautifully written prayers! Charles just about managed to keep his emotions in check - not quite so sure about Linda! At the end of the service, Charles, Linda and Claire were presented with gifts and messages of thanks from the various parishes. Their time with us here had come to an end! Charles and Linda then left and stood at the church door saying farewell to all those who were in Church - 30 minutes later, people were still queuing to see them, such was their popularity within Middle Rasen and beyond! Following on from the service, most people went over to the Church Hall to join in a bring and share lunch - there was enough food to feed the whole village, which was just as well seeing as the hall was packed! Lunch was washed down with a glass of wine, generously donated by the Patricks. Peter Cook proposed a toast, thanking Charles, Linda and Claire for their tireless work within the village and wished them luck for their forthcoming adventure in Horncastle! Presents were opened and tears were shed (not just by Charles and Linda!) Joyce Rhodes presented them with a beautiful cake and champagne was drunk! The day was then rounded off with a small gathering of villagers at the vicarage. It certainly had been a day to remember! Julia Weeks
At Home in Middle Rasen
By Jane Lloyd
I came to live in Middle Rasen nearly 30 years ago. I had moved many times during my marriage – not to avoid the bailiffs, but because my husband was serving in the Royal Air Force. I was used to packing up the family's belongings and then rearranging them somewhere else to make a home as quickly as possible.
The difference this time was that we had chosen to live here, it was not somewhere the Air Force had sent us. We wondered what village life would be like. It was not long before my husband made his way to The Nags Head – probably to have a break from unpacking - and there met a group of people who were to become our firm friends, and remain so to this day. People who did not view a stranger with suspicion but who offered a welcome and in so doing helped us to settle into our new home.
We are fortunate here in Middle Rasen. We have a wide number of clubs and organisations, as well as our two churches, and all of them need new members in order to continue and thrive. Yet sometimes we are anxious when someone unknown comes along. Will we like them? Will they fit in? Will they be like us? Will they like us? It is difficult now to think back to those early days and try to remember how I felt the first time I went somewhere new in the village, the first time I met new people, but I do recall going to Chapel and being greeted like a long lost daughter. All the activities that went on were described to me and I could choose which of them I wanted to get involved in, or I could choose to do none at all.
The welcoming invitation was given and it was up to me to respond. In the gospels we frequently read of Jesus inviting people to be with him. He does not make any demands or require that they dress or speak in a particular way. Just that they make up their own minds to follow him. He shows us how to offer the same kind of friendly welcome to those we meet as we go about our everyday lives. He asks us to have the courage to extend the hand of friendship and wait to see what the response will be. There is a poem called The Low Road written by Marge Piercy. In it she talks of the importance of living in a welcoming community. It ends with this verse:-
It goes on one at a time, it starts when you care to act
It starts when you do it again after they said no,
it starts when you say “we” and know who you mean
And each day you mean one more
In Middle Rasen we have the opportunity to be part of our community developing and growing, sometimes in ways we did not expect, as we seek to welcome and involve others into village life. May we have the courage to take that opportunity.
Luke Pearce recounts his visit to Sierra Leone to raise money for homeless children .........
Having left home to go to University 8 years ago, I have travelled to many parts of the world, but none which felt as far removed from my home village as Makeni, Sierra Leone. The phrase “a million miles” sprang to mind but apparently, Makeni is a mere 4,313 miles away from Middle Rasen. First impressions reveal the effects of globalisation: jeans and t-shirts with many recognised labels are the main form of dress, they have the same cars and roads as home and many of the buildings and bustling markets in Makeni would not look out of place in London. However, deeper inspection reveals the differences. Virtually no homes have running water or drainage, litter is burned in the street and little or no medical care available: 1 in 4 children die before the age of five and 12% of women die in childbirth. In the last UN rankings of development, it came 181 st out of 181 countries.
The universal meal is “rice with sauce”, where people can afford it. Where they can't, children go hungry or are kicked out of their homes: recent estimates are that over 50 thousand children are living on the streets. That's where Street Child of Sierra Leone (SCoSL), the charity which introduced me to this country, comes in. I was there to run the first ever Sierra Leone Marathon in aid of SCoSL. This is a country which doesn't know tourism, so the sight of 150 Europeans descending on a small town was a major shock to the locals. Wherever we went we were greeted with calls of “apoto” – meaning “white man” – it's not racist, they're just genuinely surprised to see someone with a different coloured skin. So when these 150 apotos proceeded to run 26 miles, they probably thought we were insane. And pretty insane it was: running a marathon in 37 degree heat at 90% humidity was the hardest physical challenge I've ever taken on, and unsurprisingly pretty painful. But my memories are not of the pain, they're of the amazing sights along the way and throughout the whole week. We visited centres and schools to see some of the work that SCoSL does – taking children off the streets, finding their parents then counselling both to enable children to be invited back home, paying school fees to get the children back where they should be and finally helping the parents set up businesses so that this is sustainable.
There is so much hope in Sierra Leone. Despite lack of infrastructure, I found that the people were remarkably happy and incredibly friendly.
Despite the fact that it was gripped by civil war less than 10 years ago, crime rates are amongst the lowest in Africa and I felt safer than I do in London. Despite the poverty, the government is stable and surprisingly un-corrupt. In short, money spent there will not be wasted.
In total the marathon raised over £400,000 for SCoSL – a huge sum for such a poor country – and they're planning next year's run already. If you're not up to a full marathon, there are ½ marathon and 5k options for you too.
Visit www.street-child.co.uk for the experience of a lifetime and "Did I mention the beaches?"
FRIENDSHIP & FAITH
2012 visit to Koekelare - West Flanders
On Friday afternoon, 21st September 2012 a group from Sts Peter & Paul's Church Middle Rasen went to Koekelare in Belgium for the weekend to further the diocesan twinning between our two parishes.
The 8 strong group was Rev. Charles Patrick, Linda Patrick and daughter, Claire; Miss Claire Bradfield, Yvonne and Ken Knibbs together with Elaine and Gordon Jennings. The group travelled in two cars and after leaving the ferry at Dunkirque the rendezvous just after 10 in Koekelare. They were welcomed by Fr Charles Lommens, the RC Priest for the area, and Lieve. Lieve and her husband, Marcel, farm locally; they would host Yvonne and Ken while Fr. Charles was accommodating our Rev. Charles, Linda and the two Claires.
The group's next stop was for refreshment with Tanja Bryon, a local teacher, who was hosting Elaine and Gordon.
Elaine meets Aaron and Anouk, her host family
Saturday morning was warm, bright and cheerful. The group were taken toward the French boarder, to a low range of hills looking rather like the Lincolnshire Wolds, an area the locals jokingly called the Belgium Mountains
Our (secret) destination turned out to be a very exclusive vineyard tucked away on the slopes. It produced and sold just 2000 bottles per year. We were pleased to try a red and a white after a picnic lunch, then the owner provided a personal tour of his vineyard and “grappage”.
The owner of the vineyard joins discussions during the lunch
That afternoon we visited the “In Flanders Fields” museum located in Ypres “Cloth Hall”. We were taken on a moving journey through the Great War from the perspective of the ordinary soldier, his family and the people who lived in Flanders .
On the Sunday morning we were joined by other members of the local twinning group at the Koekelare Church where the Rev. Charles delivered a sermon on “Baptism”, and how it unites the Christian Church. Fr. Charles translated into Flemish for the congregation.
Rev'd Chris reports on the 2010 visit of our friends from Belgium
Coinciding with the visit of the Pope to Britain last month we welcomed Roman Catholic friends from Koekelare (Cook-A-Lar-A) in Belgium, as we seek to develop the link between our groups of Anglican parishes here and the group of Roman Catholic parishes which Fr Charles Lommens looks after in Belgium. It is part of a larger link which the Lincoln Diocese has with the Roman Catholic Diocese of Belgium and Nottingham. It was a joy to have Marie-Paule, Lieve, Marcel, Ilse,Toon and Fr Charles with us for the weekend, and thanks to all who offered hospitality during their visit.
After a BBQ on Friday evening, they visited Lincoln Castle and Cathedral on Saturday and Doddington Hall on Sunday afternoon. We also enjoyed two opportunities to worship together - On Saturday evening we joined with local Roman Catholics at the Mass at the Henage Chapel in Hainton (see photo), which helped Fr Charles to meet Fr Tom Breslin, the local priest at Market Rasen, and to begin to develop the three fold friendship with our local Roman Catholic friends there. Afterwards Mrs Roberta Henage kindly provided warm hospitality at Henage Hall before we enjoyed a meal at the Advocate Arms. On Sunday morning Fr Charles preached at the family service at Middle Rasen Parish Church where Woody Mason was baptised. It was a busy weekend together and we look forward to returning to Koekelare, near Brugge, to visit them sometime next year.
All together outside the Henage Chapel after Mass at Hainton
BEER, LACE & CHOCOLATE
Report on the visit to Bruges in 2009, Elaine Jennings.
In September 09 seven members of Middle Rasen Parish Church journeyed to Belgium to meet the people of St Martinus RC Church, Koekelare on a possible twinning visit. (Click Links)
Bruges ~ Outside St Martinus ~ Tyne Cot
Koekelare (cook-a-lar-A) is about 15 miles from Bruges the beautiful capital of the West Flanders province of Belgium . Father Charles Lommens, the RC priest there, had visited us back in January with the view to forming a link between the churches as part of an on going relationship between the Roman Catholic Diocese of Nottingham & Bruges, and the Anglican Diocese of Lincoln.
Driving down on Friday afternoon, Rev'd Charles, Linda, Clare, Margaret, Joyce, Gordon and Elaine, caught the 6pm boat from Dover to Dunkerque. Arriving at St Martinus, Koekelare the next morning, first impressions were that both town and church were a lot bigger than Middle Rasen and St Peter & St Paul 's. Father Charles introduced our respective hosts, who gave us a very warm welcome and provided generously for us all weekend. After breakfast and a tour of the Church, it was off to explore the wonderful romantic city of Bruges . With its fantastic buildings, streets of Flemish styled shops and houses, many quite grand churches, with galloping horse drawn carriages and the sound of bicycles and hooves on cobbled streets. The variety of language from her foreign visitors and the swish of boats using the canal set the scene for the visit and the weather was perfect all weekend.
On Saturday evening after Rev'd Charles had preached at a local RC church in nearby De Mokker, we left to catch last post at the Menin Gate; a truly moving and sobering experience. We joined visitors from across the commonwealth, many laying wreaths against the thousands of names of the missing and fallen. Looking around the lovely square in Ypres with its historic Linen Hall, it is virtually impossible to believe that the area has all been rebuilt since 1919 as WW1 had completely reduced to it rubble.
On Sunday morning we joined around 250 people for a communion service in Flemish (except for Rev'd Charles' sermon), where we were introduced and received a very friendly reception from the congregation. After lunch, a visit to the war cemetery at Tyne Cot (Passchendaele) the largest Commonwealth war grave in Europe . Walking and looking at the graves of so many young men, some with no identity except that of their regiment, it brought home the hopelessness of war. Then, sadly, it was goodbye to our new found friends whose welcome, warmth and good humour will stay with us. A link between our churches had definitely been formed and we look forward to returning their generous hospitality sometime next year. Oh, and by the way, did we mention the beer, the lace and the chocolate!
Short history of St Martinus Church, Koekelare
In 1878 the former middle tower of St Martinuskerk was dismantled and replaced by a neogothic tower and spire. Other parts of the old church dated 1790-1791, were demolished in 1910. Unfortunately when the Church was reconstructed, the new build was in conflict with the church's original 18th century furniture. So, because of the prevailing values of the day, it was only with great difficulty that much of the older traditional fitments could be saved and re-used in the new structure.
What you see today from the outside is an impressive modern building built in brick but in a classic style. Inside it enjoys modern tastes but housed sypathetically with original artifacts and furniture in a large vaulted structure which accommodates the congregation in a functional but warm environment.
On 16 th May 2010 the Bishop of Grimsby came to Middle Rasen to confirm people in the Christian faith. Although many people in this country have been ‘baptised' or ‘christened' (they mean the same thing) as babies or young children, a good number have never taken the step of ‘confirming' the decision their parents made for them to become a Christian, once they have reached adulthood. As a result they may feel unsure of their spirituality and religious beliefs and lack the inner confidence to take the sacred elements of bread and wine during a service of Holy Communion when they occasionally visit a church. Some may also feel that they aren't quite ‘proper' or ‘full' Christians because they haven't been ‘confirmed'. Baptism, of course is the universally, and historically recognised initiation rite, in most churches, for anyone wanting to become a Christian. What the additional rite of ‘confirmation' does, is to help build up a persons confidence in their own faith and identity as a Christian. For as well as owning the decision their parents made for them at baptism, the bishop confirms them as Christians by confirming Christ's love for them through the laying on of hands and the anointing with oil. It is of course not something to be entered into lightly, but after thought, prayer and a period of study. A recent national poll suggested that although over 70% of the people in this country consider themselves Christian over half remain ‘fuzzy' about their Christian beliefs. Confirmation provides the opportunity to become clearer about what you believe through a short course of study and discussion with the chance to ask questions about the Christian faith beforehand.
So if you have been baptised, but have never been confirmed as a Christian in the Church of England, but would like to be, or would simply like to know more, please contact Rev'd Charles Patrick (842249) or Rev'd Chris Harrington (844657).
Bishop lays hands on Editor
August's front cover featured The Bishop of Lincoln, the Rt Revd Dr John Saxbee, with Rev'd Chris & Julia Harrington on the steps of Lincoln Cathedral after Chris's ordination as an Anglican priest on 5 th July.
Rev'd Charles & Chris & The bell ringers who welcomed Chris back to Middle Rasen with a forty minute peal of bells .
TRAINING FOR MINISTRY
Rev'd Charles Patrick Reports
As you might be aware Quinn Hough has had a calling to Reader ministry recognised by the Church and has just begun a three year training programme. His training will be partly academic, partly formational and partly based here across our two groups of parishes. The formal learning about tradition, scripture and doctrine will be taught centrally and assessed by written assignments. Upon successful completion of the three years he will be awarded a Foundational Degree through the School of Theology by the University of Lincoln. As well as this he will be training here in our parishes; performing particular ministerial tasks and reflecting upon them theologically with Rev'd Charles and a specially convened group of people. Please support him with your prayers and helpful advice.
More recently Peter Cook another of our congregation at Middle Rasen has been licensed as a Lay Reader by Rt Rev'd John Saxbee, The Bishop of Lincoln at Lincoln Cathedral on 9th October. Peter, who is also a local farmer, is seen here with Linda Patrick (left), Quinn Hough (third from left) and members of his family outside the Cathedral in his new ministerial robes. He will soon be preaching and leading a variety of non-communion services across both groups of parishes and beyond. We wish him well in his new ministry. Please do support him in your prayers.
Retired and full of Vitality?
A new keep fit class aimed at the over 60's begins on 2 nd March at Braemar Close Community centre in Middle Rasen. It is joint venture between Acis & the Vitality Project. The new classes will focus on gentle exercise set to music and will be held every Monday from 10.30 to 11.30am. The cost is £1.50 per session (£1.20 for sheltered housing residents) including tea & coffee. For more details contact Louise Thompson (01529 411194) email@example.com
Chris Harrington chats to Liz Margrave about strange green men
Is it just me, but driving around the area I often see ivy laden trees which look very much like figures of men and women and animals, especially in the winter when the trees are bear. In ages past such figures may have taken on sacred significance and hence folk traditions like The Green Man evolved. When Christianity eventually reached these shores, in order to get people involved with the Church, carvings of The Green Man were put in obscure places within church buildings. This was to encourage people that their beliefs could exist side by side with Christianity. Which is perhaps why there are over thirty carvings of the Green Man in Lincoln Cathedral and there are very few old churches without at least one. The Green Men are mostly faces with foliage springing up from ears eyes and mouth. A sign of renewal of life coming out of death, which links in with the Christian message of Christ's resurrection after his death on the cross.
A Village Doggerel (villages on the roads parallel with A15) Quoted by Liz Margrave
( Heading Towards Brigg )
Waddington White House
Snitterby Snipe House
Atterby stands in clay.
Norton hogs and
Glentham dogs and
Caenby runs away.
Normanby pots and
Ounaby pans and
Saxby new milk cheese.
Spridlington hares and
Hackthorn fairs and
Welton bumble bees.
( Heading Towards Lincoln )
Liz tells us, “My husband used to repeat it years ago but after a while I could only remember a few odd lines. I mentioned it to Jessie Hather, who of course remembered it well. I would be interested to find out if anyone knows the origin of this poem, who the author was, and whether there are any other lines which even Jessie might not have known”. So if you can help please do contact Liz Margrave (844047) she would be interested to hear.
Why give up Chocolate for Lent?
The build up to the most important date in the Christian calendar begins on 25 th February. Ash Wednesday marks the start of Lent, the forty-day period (excluding Sundays) of spiritual preparation for Easter when we celebrate Jesus rising from the dead. Traditionally Lent has been associated with abstinence of certain foods because Jesus himself spent forty days and nights in the wilderness fasting and being tempted by the devil. The day before Ash Wednesday is therefore a good time to eat up all the fat and goodies in the house in order to limit the amount of temptation during Lent. Hence this day became known as Shrove (Fat) Tuesday or more commonly ‘Pancake Day'. Lent is also traditionally a time when Christians meet in groups to study the Bible together. This year the Churches of Middle Rasen are running two quite different Lent groups during the five weeks of Lent. The first meets in the daytime on Monday mornings between 10 and 12pm in Middle Rasen Church Hall and starts on 2 nd March. It follows the familiar York Course format of listening to a talk on CD followed by Bible readings and discussion around the subject which this year is Faith, Hope and Love. The second group will be meeting on Thursday evenings from 7.30 till 9pm at Middle Rasen Methodist Chapel starting on 5 th March. This group will be discussing issues that arise from watching the film ‘Chocolat', starring Johnny Depp & Judi Dench. The course is called ‘Christ and the Chocolaterie' using clips from the film and Bible readings to fuel discussion over questions like, ‘Why give up Chocolate (or anything else for that matter) for Lent? There will be a special showing of the film on Friday 27 th Feb at 7.30pm on the ‘big screen' at Middle Rasen Methodist Chapel. Come and taste and see.
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MIDDLE RASEN TO INVERNESS
(VIA LANDS END & JOHN O'GROATS)
Well it's all over now and certainly proved tougher than I had imagined it would be. It was the toughest assignment I have taken on in my whole life. But I am glad I did it and have learnt a lot through it. I had planned the journey so that I could stay most nights with friends or relatives, and those visits proved to be the highlight of my trip. I set off on Monday 31 st May from Middle Rasen. The first week was comparatively easy, with a gentle northerly breeze behind me hurrying me on my way. But the endless hills of the Cotswolds and Devon and Cornwall soon presented daily challenges. I reached Land's End on Sunday 6 th June, somewhat disappointed at the present commercialisation of its environment.
Then I started the main section of the ride, Land's End to John O'Groats. The next day was the only continuously rainy day of the whole route, though mercifully the wind was behind me. That evening I arrived at my friends house near Bude soaked to the skin and shivering. I was so thankful that I was not having to pitch a tent. I decided from then on not to camp in Scotland when I ran out of friends but to B&B. I started trying to follow ‘the tour book' but soon found myself getting lost in the country lanes. I reverted to following A & B roads which enabled me to get on quicker, though I could still enjoy the varying countryside. But then once I reached South Wales I began battling against a head wind which lasted nearly all the way to John O'Groats, sometimes it was fairly gentle, other days much stronger, especially the further north I got. That was wearing, and as aches and pains were not allowing me to get much sleep, tiredness was relentlessly building up. One particularly depressing day was after I had cycled 95 and 88 miles the previous two days and was looking forward to an easier day of 45 to 50 miles from Rosemarkie to Helmsdale via the Cromarty – Nigg ferry, only to discover that the ‘new' ferry had not yet been delivered. There was therefore no option but to go back all the way round the Cromarty Firth – an extra 32 miles. But in spite of that I did manage to reach John O'Groats the next evening – 21 st June. I had succeeded in doing the great ‘end-to-end' ride.
But as I turned back to B&B at Wick, I realised that the wind had also changed direction and I was going to have to fight it again all the way home! So after a night at Wick, I set off on the homeward journey, but on the second day, with the wind growing stronger by the hour, on reaching Inverness, I finally ‘seized up' and knew I could go no further. My friends Allan and Jan from Nethybridge came and rescued me. When I saw the doctor the next morning, he told me, “You have been pushing yourself way beyond the limits. You must stop now. No more cycling for at least two weeks”. I knew he was right! So I rested with my caring friends for six days before returning home by train. I had completed 1619 miles, without a proper rest day. That was my big mistake. So now three weeks later at the time of writing I am still painfully aching.
I would like to thank you all sincerely for your wonderful support, concern and prayers, which kept me going for so long. I would also like to thank you and friends from all over the country for your amazing generosity in sponsoring me for the people of St George's Church, Baghdad. I don't have final total yet but adding together donations that have come to me personally and through the ‘justgiving' website, and amounts which I know are on the way, the total is already over £5,000. Marvellous. Thank you so much.
1619 miles collecting for St Georges Baghdad
Over the weekend 7 th & 8 th November, Middle Rasen Parish Church held an art exhibition to help a church in Iraq . The churches have a connection in that both their vicars, Rev'd Charles Patrick (St Peter & St Paul, Middle Rasen) and Rev'd Canon Andrew White (St George's, Baghdad) trained at theological college together. St George's Baghdad has recently suffered the effects of two huge bomb blasts from suicide bombers, killing at least 155 passers-by and injuring hundreds more. Virtually every member of the Baghdad congregation, which numbers around 3000, has lost family members during the conflict there. The church provides medical assistance, schooling and many other forms of practical help to those in desperate need regardless of creed or colour. The two explosions also inflicted serious damage to the schoolrooms and church, blowing out doors and window frames, and destroying expensive medical equipment in the clinic. As a representative from St George's was due to speak at the Sunday service at Middle Rasen parish church at the end of November the congregation wanted to be able to pass on a gift for those in Baghdad . So it was decided to hold an exhibition of paintings and photographs by local artists in the church hall to raise the money. The local Middle Rasen primary school also got involved and held an art competition called ABC – Art for a Baghdad Church , in which the children were given the challenge of designing stained windows. All the children took part and their work was on display in the exhibition over the weekend. Afterwards they presented their work to Peter Marsden, the rep from St George's when he visited the church.
Some of the art from Middle Rasen School + Pia with her favourite picture (by Lizzie)
Rev'd David Post sold ‘prints while you wait' of his photos from Antarctica whilst explaining about St Georges to visitors. Several local artists generously donated pictures, which were auctioned off during the weekend, helping to raise over £550 for St George's , including Lizzie Thody who donated six. Chris Wilson from East Barkwith kindly supplied all the easels, and members of the ‘Ronnie Morten Art Group', which meet at the church hall every Monday evening, provided many of the pictures. Many thanks to them, and to all who supplied pictures, cakes, and those who kept the kettle on for the many who came to enjoy this excellent exhibition in aid of a worthy cause.
LizzieThody with two of her pictures, ‘The Blitz' by Lizzie, James Parry's striking picture
Early School Days
As recalled by Jessie Hather
The school I attended was opened in 1873. My father was one of the first pupils. I stayed at the same school until I left in 1927 aged 14. As it was a Church of England school the day always started with a hymn and a prayer. The catechism had to be gone through every morning. Sometimes the Rector would be there to take charge. We had a really good grounding in religious knowledge and periodically had a Scripture exam from the Rural Dean. He was a really nice old man and well liked by everyone. We had a particularly good infant teacher who was very strict, but kind. She stayed with us for many years, unlike the head teachers. Having so many head teachers was to me an advantage rather than a drawback as they all had a different approach to subjects and different ideas. One eccentric headmistress introduced us to algebra, geometry and physiology but unfortunately had no idea of discipline, so occasionally the school was in chaos. During these disturbances, the good lady would kneel down and pray for us all, or alternatively, call upon the devil to take us. Sorry to say she had to go after only a few months, not surprisingly suffering a nervous breakdown. She was followed by two very strict headmasters who brought us into line again.
The school buildings comprised two rooms. The ‘Big Room' and the ‘Infant Room', with adjoining cloak rooms. The toilets were very primitive, with no hand washing facilities. The Infant Room was really cold unless you were lucky to sit by the fire. I think we all suffered from chilblains. Many children had a long way to come to school across muddy fields. Some were from very poor families and had no protective clothing. It was a long day for them and there were no hot dinners then. They could have hot drink if they brought some cocoa. No milk was provided. I with my brothers and sisters used to run the half mile home for dinner, and run back as we only had one hour. I do remember getting the cane for being late. I also had the cane for making inkblots on my writing and arithmetic books. This was when I had to use pen and ink. Prior to this I had written on a slate. Reading , learning poetry and writing compositions were my favourite subjects. One essay for which I gained first prize was about the British Empire . That was something we were all familiar with as there was a huge map of the world on one wall – much of it coloured pink. Much has changed since then, and sorry to say, my old school is no longer used as a school.
For those interested in history there are still some copies of ‘A Village School' by A.E. Dennis detailing the early history of Middle Rasen School and are quite funny with comments from the old school log books. They are available free from Middle Rasen School , though a small donation would be appreciated.
Sunday School Outings
The year was 1920, and I had already been attending Spridlington Methodist Sunday School since the age of three. Life was getting back to normal after the First World War and an enterprising and mechanically minded family had acquired an omnibus, which had been used in the war effort. Someone had the great idea of hiring this vehicle and organising a day trip to Cleethorpes. What excitement. Cleethorpes to us then seemed like a far country. To go over the other side of the Wolds was as great adventure as going to the moon. I always imagined wild and uncivilised creatures living on the Wolds .
The great day arrived. It was a lovely sunny morning. We all assembled in the village about halfway between the chapel and the church. An enormous hamper was loaded onto the back of the bus. It was full of sandwiches. I don't know anything about drinks, but there wouldn't have been any crates of ale! How many adults accompanied us I can't recall, but I know my parents came and two of my older sisters. I remember most vividly arriving at Caistor and having to dismount so that the bus could negotiate the hills. I was sure we would be left behind in what seemed like a foreign land. The same thing happened on the way home at night. I was even more worried then, and I think my mother was a bit apprehensive too.
We duly arrived at Cleethorpes and saw the sea for the first time. I don't think my mother had been to the seaside before, but my father had been to Scarborough by train. We enjoyed paddling and running about on the sands. We had rides on the roundabouts and swings. My memories of a ride on the helter-skelter are amusing to look back on, but not at the time. I had a penny clutched in my little hand to pay for the ride, but was too small to reach the kiosk so never paid. I must have slipped past unnoticed. I finished up at the bottom still clutching my penny but had lost the mat I was supposed to slide down on. I may have suffered somewhat, but all I could think of was the penny I owed. One of my sisters was paddling under the pier and lost her purse containing nine pence, quite a considerable sum at the time. I wondered who found it. We arrived home very weary.
We had other Sunday School outings which were enjoyable but never as adventurous. The weather always seemed kind to us.
A regular place for an outing was Hackthorn Park by kind permission of the Squire, Mr E.W. Cracroft. Local farmers loaned pony traps to take us there. We joined up with children from Hackthorn Methodist Chapel and played cricket and rounders, followed by a picnic in the idyllic surroundings. Another outing I remember, although it was nothing spectacular, was a visit to Normanby by Spital. A family had recently moved there from Spridlington. It ws nothing new for the majority of us to play in a farmyard, but we enjoyed the ride and change of scenery. Swings had been fitted up in a safe place and a good tea was provided. It was here that I first heard a gramophone playing, it seemed like utter magic. It didn't play the usual flat records but cylindrical shaped objects.
The highlight of the Sunday School year was the anniversary. Sometimes I went to stay with an aunt and uncle at Snarford and joined in the celebrations there. A great treat was riding round the nearby villages in a farm wagon and singing hymns, then returning to Snarford Chapel for tea and games. Outings and anniversaries were Red Letter Days to be cherished and remembered.
MEMORIES OF THE D-DAY LANDINGS
Extracts from the personal memoirs of Rev'd J. Peter Patrick
So the great moment had arrived and it wasn't long before we were on the move with a short train journey to New Haven, the port of embarkation. On the 14th June we boarded one of the steam ships that had been requisitioned and as darkness fell she steamed out of port. The ship was an ordinary coaster and some makeshift provision had been made below deck for anyone wishing to catch a few hours of sleep, but I spent most of the trip on deck occasionally standing with my back to the smoke stack for a warm up. We arrived before dawn and the ship anchored about a mile off shore. As it grew light I was surprised how many ships were anchored around us of all shapes and sizes, with a strong British Naval presence amongst them. There was the French coast stretching out in front of us with a pall of smoke rising from a fire burning over on our left that was slowly drifting along the shore line, making it look rather forlorn and a little menacing. We had been issued with spew bags and as the ship remained anchored well into the morning you could see the reason for them. At last the assault craft came alongside the ship and we were taken off. This was quite a tricky procedure as the smaller boats were rising and falling several feet beside the side of the ship and we had to jump by turn as they rose up. We scrambled off as the assault craft beached, waded ashore waist deep in water and holding rifles high to keep them dry. Climbing up the low cliffs in front of us it was evident from the debris and oil spilt around on the beach that we were now in a war zone! Very quickly we marched off and spread out in the surrounding fields. (p33)
A friend from the Battalion Intelligence Section, Bill Hamilton, and I were walking together, a short distance behind three Churchill tanks which, one after another, ran over mines which brought them suddenly to a halt, knocking them out of action. The crews scrambled out and took cover behind their vehicles, some of them wounded. As we passed them we saw tracer bullets streaming from the hedge in front and we looked apprehensively at one another but kept going forward. Then Bill suddenly stumbled in his step and lay still on the ground. His body was not recovered for a fortnight because of the minefield in which he fell. (p35)
As we started out that morning someone had said how similar it all was to being on one of the schemes on the Yorkshire Wolds. But it was scenes such as this that made you realise how different the real thing was to the exercise. Indeed the whole exercise somehow, felt unreal, lifting you into a state of heightened consciousness making you aware that something momentous was happening around you; as indeed it was. Because it was through such battles as this that Europe was being liberated from four years under Nazi rule. (p36)
Copies of Peter's book 'Songs in the House of my Pilgrimage' are available at the back of Middle Rasen Parish Church please feel free to take a copy, and if you are able, leave a donation towards the work of the church . Peter is the father of Rev'd Charles Patrick.
Fighting a War, but Thinking of Home
© John Higham (1904 - 1997)
Tis' evening as on my bed I lay
I think of home, so far away
In a nice little village, so trim and neat
I picture my home and garden so sweet
I think of my dear ones, my wife and my son
As daily through life they still carry on
Thinking of Daddy, far over the sea
And praying for him, where 'ere he may be
There in the garden I've spent many hours
Picking out weeds and tending the flowers
Trimming the hedge, too busy for words
And keeping an eye on the troublesome birds
Busy as ever a gardener can be
Till sonny called out, "Come, Daddy for tea"
Many more days, I hope to spend
When this cruel war comes to an end
And bitterness and hatred in all men will cease
And people of all nations are once more at peace.
John Higham served as a member of the Royal Medical Corps with the Eighth & First Armies in Africa, Italy & Austria during WWII. A keen poet, this was a poem he sent home to his wife Jessie and son Maurice whilst serving with the Eighth Army in North Africa.
'BIRDMAN OF BARKWITH' SAVED BY BOMB
World War II memories of being a POW in Austria by Reg Hickson
It was 1944 and I was well into my third year as a prisoner of war. We were a mixed bunch of chaps, some from Australia, New Zealand and England. We had finished our stint of working on the railway for the day and were doing our daily chores. As I sat out in the sun, I thought how peaceful it was. Hard to believe there was a war raging somewhere. Then suddenly the peace was shattered by the sound of planes. The sound got louder and then we saw them, nine bombers in a tight V formation. I knew then that this little town of Villack was about to get its first taste of cruel war. As the bombs started to fall it was like a dozen trains letting off steam. The noise of the planes faded away and the dust and smoke from the railway settled. I wondered how many lives and home had been destroyed.
It was about 6pm when the guards came into the hut. "Everyone on parade outside" came the order. We were once more counted and found to be correct. Our Sergeant asked the German Corporal, why we were on parade? "Your American friends have made many holes with their bombs at the railway station, and you are going to fill them", came the order. So once more back to the station. As we got our shovels, the railway foreman said, "Follow me". We made our way towards the bomb craters. Suddenly the first time bomb exploded about two hundred yards away. It stopped everyone in their tracks as the fountain of rocks fell to earth. Once the dust had settled we moved on, but we hadn't gone many yards when the second bomb exploded, this time much nearer. As we were about to proceed the third bomb exploded about fifty yards away sending stones into the air. A lot of us took cover under railway waggons, some were caught out in the open and all they could do was to put the shovels over their heads. As the last stone fell I heard someone say, "That was a near thing". Amazingly no one was hurt.
It was decided that we were not going any nearer the bomb craters, and so it was shovels away as we were recounted and marched back to the POW camp. As I settled down on my straw mattress, I thought about what had happened in the last few hours. I recalled the person saying, "That was a near thing", and realised that if the two other time bombs had not gone off when they did to halt our progress, some of us would have received the full blast of the third bomb. We had a guardian angel with us that day on the railway station at Villack and she stayed with us until the war was ended.
Born in 1918, Reg joined the Royal Signals Regiment of the British Army at the age of 17 and served his country in Egypt, Palestine and Crete. It was in Crete whilst helping to evacuate a hospital that Reg was captured by the Germans, having been left stranded on the beach. In a way he was fortunate as the landing craft he should have got on was bombed and sunk along with several others. As a Prisoner of War he was duly marched all the way from Greece to Austria where he spent the rest of the war. The POW's were sent out to work on the railways until the camp was liberated in 1945. The place where they were kept had no heating and they were very poorly fed and during the cold Austrian winters it was a wonder he didn't freeze to death. It was only the food parcels sent by the Red Cross that kept them alive. After being liberated from German captivity in Austria Reg returned to England and married Cicily in 1948. They settled in East Barkwith and he spent the rest of his working life as builder. He enjoyed taming the birds in his garden to eat out of his hand. This 'Birdman of Barkwith' sadly died earlier this year on 12th March aged 91. He was a lovely old character.
Reg Hickson taming the birds
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