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My Backyard/Garden! |
I love
being a tourist and as I often say - even in my own backyard. Not done that
literally but have enjoyed exploring Aberkenfig anew. And have now (literally)
been a tourist in my own street.
There is
an 18th century Church in Wales church at end of my street. My father's family
were nominally Protestant and my grandparents are there somewhere in the
churchyard. As the daughter of a Maltese Catholic I was brought up Catholic.
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St John the Divine, Aberkenfig |
In my
youth, Catholics were discouraged from going to churches of other denominations
- I used to get "permission" to attend church parades when I was in
the St John Ambulance Brigade and people did similar for weddings, christenings
and funerals - especially if one had a more old-fashioned Parish Priest who
took these things seriously and we did have such a priest. So although I used
to play in the churchyard, I have only one memory of entering St John's.
Another
blast from the past - In days of fridges with small freezer boxes and
before freezers were common-place buying ice-cream from an ice-cream van was
more common-place. And sometimes we'd buy a dish of ice-cream - just take a
dish and buy so many portions. I was collecting a dish of ice-cream when I
dropped the glass dish. I was probably quite upset and the local Vicar offered
to show me the harvest festival display in the church. All very respectful and kind
but I remember being torn by need to be polite to a grown-up and worrying about
my immortal soul if I went into a Protestant church without permission. In
those days Catholics (to my knowledge) didn't "do" Harvest so was
very intrigued. I did go - didn't know how to say no - but don't remember any
details. And until this week that was my only recollection of entering the
church.
Now that ecumenical
thinking is more the norm my Mother had been there several times while
"doing the rounds" but I'd not done so. All the churches in the
village are kept locked but I was passing St. John's after a service and took
opportunity for quick peep. I was kindly given a tour by Diana Wood - Sub
Warden (Hon). It's a lovely church with thoughtful modernisation so back of
church is now community space with quite cosy church area that can be combined
as needed. There is a rather nice wrought metal Stations of the Cross that is
now in the Lady Chapel. I'd not realised that before the houses were built (end
of 50s) the Vicarage was joined by a path to the church.
There's a
nice PP presentation with pictures here:
And some
background to the larger picture regarding this and neighbouring churches:
Labels: Aberkenfig, Church Street Aberkenfig, churches, Daria Gunston, Ernie Gunston, Gunston, Harvest Festival, ice-cream, ice-cream vans, memories, Sheilagh Gunston, St John the Divine, tourism
3 Comments:
There is nothing quite like being a tourist in your own land. It is not only enlightening, it is stimulating.
On the other hand, it is very confusing, to say the least, to be a foreigner in your own land; to be an onlooker; to be on the outside, looking in.
There is nothing quite like being a tourist in your own land. It is not only enlightening, it is stimulating.
On the other hand, it is very confusing, to say the least, to be a foreigner in your own land; to be an onlooker; to be on the outside, looking in.
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