curiouswombat: (Anya)
2014-04-27 10:10 pm
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Supporting Charity....

A young man whose family attend our church is a teacher in Nottingham, and his school is involved with a charity in Uganda.

We have asked what we can do to help; raise money perhaps? Actually, said Richard, a collection of clothes really would be useful. He is going out in July, and others also do, regularly, and they take a suitcase or two each.

Whilst football kit for young boys is greeted with glee, there are actually two things that are especially useful.

The first is basic school uniform, as parents have to pay school fees and send the children in uniform, or the child will be sent home. So plain black or grey trousers and skirts, plain white school shirts, and school shoes, are very useful.

That is more or less as you would expect. But there is something else which is really prized, and much needed. Before I tell you what, think back to how they get these clothes there...

They need bras. Many of the women in the poor areas cannot afford bras. And as those of you who are female will know, unsupported breasts can be downright uncomfortable, to say the least.

So I have just been checking my underwear drawer so that I can help to, literally, support Ugandan women!

And I still get the giggles at the idea of this rather serious young man carrying a large suitcase full of bras as his main luggage :)
curiouswombat: (Spring)
2014-04-21 07:46 pm
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A Little Easter Colour

Easter Sunday is a day of joy! I started the day with coffee in bed, because I have a good husband - then I got up, put a large chicken ready to go in the oven so that said husband could put it on to cook whilst I was out, and gathered up all my bits for Sunday School.

We have been considering 'Christ the superhero' and had a prayer, and colouring, related to that theme, and then we thought of small kindnesses and small braveries... as epitomised by Saint Veronica who was brave enough to step out of a jeering crowd to carry out her small act of kindness in mopping blood and sweat from Jesus' face. This is a level of bravery and kindness an eight or nine year old can cope with in real life.

Then we went on to think about the way in which we incorporate the pagan symbols of new life into our celebration of the resurrection. And to put that theme together with the small kindnesses by making something for ourselves and something to go and give to someone else at the end of the service.

I have put pictures of the, very colourful, outcome of this under this cut... )

The chicken dinner, followed by the Very Chocolate Trifle (a layer of chocolate chip muffins soaked with a little chocolate Bailey's, a layer of cherries, a layer of vanilla custard and a layer of chocolate custard, topped with whipped cream and served in small bowls) was good.

We visited Mum in the afternoon to take her her Easter Egg and a couple of large fairy cakes from Saturday's baking, and then D-d had another complete dinner before going home as it was so good!

I have a Lindt Egg, and a Thornton's one. I have eaten just a few of the chocolates D-d chose to go with the Thornton's one.

Today has been a beautiful day, the temperature actually reached 20C. And I have finally (don't laugh) tried taking pictures with my phone and downloading them onto the computer - I was finally told by D-d that I still needed a cable to do this - they didn't actually 'do it wirelessly if only I knew how' :) I know, I can be very tech unsavvy sometimes!

To celebrate this moment of enlightenment I've taken a few pictures in the yard, using the phone, which are under this cut.... )
curiouswombat: (Brooch)
2014-04-18 10:27 pm
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Good Friday.

This morning I went to church; a joint service with a local Methodist church.

This is from that Service. As much for me to remember, but I think it worth sharing.

We come here today to remember a man. A man…
who had dreams,
who had those dreams shattered,
who needed time to think and pray,
who knew he was likely to die for what he believed…

A man of extraordinary religious insight.
A man who did die - a cruel death.

On this day we look at the cross, and we remember…
the betrayal of friendship and its consequences,
the casual cruelty of Roman authority and execution,
and how unreliable others proved to be in a crisis.

On this day may we also remember
that religious bigotry, cruelty and unreliability
are still a part of our everyday lives.

On this day, then, may we learn some new precepts for living…
do not avoid contact with suffering, or close your eyes before suffering;
do not maintain anger or hatred;
do not say untruthful things for the sake of personal interest, or to impress people;
do not live with a vocation that is harmful to humans and nature…

On this day we remember. (Edited – M Dobson, M Morwood, Thich Nhat Hanh)
curiouswombat: (Reminiscing)
2013-11-17 06:35 pm
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Social History.

I have been deeply entrenched in social history over the past few days - primarily involving the periods of the two World Wars.
Since my last entry I have actually read the book of 'letters, diaries and memories of the Great War', that I wrote about, and I found it fascinating - and not just because one of my great uncles is in there!

Read more... )

But as well as reading This Terrible Ordeal, I have been doing a task for Church for which I happily volunteered.

Historically we have kept a Cradle Roll of the babies christened in church. Some time ago we decided to frame all the old ones, which are historic documents, separately, rather than them all being piled on top of each other in one frame. And I offered to copy over some of the faded names on the first one. But there were big problems - which I wrote about, with a couple of examples, here.

We then had more problems - not only did we have a lot of names that couldn't be read, and names stuck on top of other names, but it was actually very difficult to source new Cradle Rolls now, too! Then our Baptism Record book had been taken to Ramsey by our 'interim minister' and he kept forgetting to give it back - and so on.

But this week I got the new rolls, and the baptism book, where two other members of the congregation had spent an afternoon marking all the 'missing' children. And I filled in the last empty spaces on that old roll, and began to write new ones for those whose names had been obliterated on it.

I think I now understand what had been going on - the children whose names had been stuck on top of other names, three and four deep in places, were actually all baptised between 1939 and 1952. I think the person responsible may have either just been saving money or, even more likely, couldn't actually get a new blank roll...

The baptism record is, however, a fascinating piece of social history in itself... Read more... )

All in all, I really have been steeped in social history over the past few days.

And I have promised D-d, who flies home for the weekend coming, that I will hang onto the Baptism Record until after she goes back as she, too, wants to spend time studying it.
curiouswombat: (Poppies)
2013-11-10 10:31 pm
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Remembrance Sunday

Like so many others I have taken time to pause today, and remember those killed in all the conflicts of the last 100 years or so.

Both my family and S2C's were fortunate; his grandfathers both survived the 14-18 war - although one of his grandfathers fought at Gallipoli, and then lost a leg in the trenches in Europe, despite actually having enlisted in the navy, not the army.

My grandfathers also both survived that war; my maternal grandfather was called up whilst ill with Scarlet Fever, and had to go over to England despite this or be declared a deserter; he went, was so ill they thought he would die, and they discharged him as unfit within a couple of weeks. My paternal grandfather fought, as a bugler, in the Second Boer War but was in a reserved occupation in WW1 as a docker in Liverpool.

S2C's father is too young to have fought in the 39-45 war, and my father, and my uncle, both fought in it and survived, although my father was wounded and this contributed to his very early death at age 52.

However, we are still a fortunate family.

Last year, for the act of remembrance in church, I told the story of Walter. This year my sister read out the story of another young man whose name is on our church memorial. Read more... )
curiouswombat: (notes from a small island)
2013-10-27 05:30 pm
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Songs Of Praise

I spent all yesterday evening doing something completely new to me - I took part in the recording of a major BBC TV programme.

UK friends will realise, from the heading, which one. Songs of Praise is exactly what it's name would imply - a 40 minute long, weekly, programme focussing mainly on Christian song, shown on BBC1 on Sunday evenings for the past 52 years. It is recorded in churches, and sometimes other places, around the British Isles. And this week they were recording two episodes in our cathedral.

(And yes - we may only be a small island, but we have our own Anglican bishop and, therefore, a cathedral. It is small, not as big as some UK parish churches, and very simple, but it is a cathedral!)

Many of the congregation gathered from all corners of the island were gathered as 'choir' and had rehearsed for two or three hours earlier in the week - they filled all the middle of the cathedral. Those of us with 'congregation' tickets for just one of the two recordings were sat at the sides and in the transept (the 'short arm' of the cross shape.)

I was in the south transept, mainly behind one of the camera booms and near the machine that produces water vapour throughout - so I don't expect to figure largely when the programme is shown on December 1st, but it was fascinating.

Read more... )
curiouswombat: (notes from a small island)
2013-08-07 04:54 pm

Lonan Old Church - picture post.

I mentioned yesterday that I had some pics for my occasional 'old churches' series - here they are.

Lonan Old Church is on an ancient Christian site - the first keeil was built here by Irish monks in the fifth century.

In 1188 the small chapel, first known as Keeill-ny-Traie (The Chapel by the Shore), was given in land to the monks of St Bees and the building was rebuilt.

When the island was sold to the English in 1399 the land was divided into parishes in the English style; Keeill-ny-Traie became known as St Adamnan, the parish church of Lonan (Kirk Lonan). It was never anywhere near the centre of the parish, or even any of the villages - but as it was already there, so it got the job!

In 1733, Bishop Wilson was petitioned by parishioners for a newer, bigger, parish church, somewhere more sensible, and the new church was finally completed a hundred years later, in 1833. At that time the old church was left to decay. Bit the vicar of Lonan at the end of the nineteenth century thought it sad that it would simply fall down, and began to see that at least some restoration and preservation work was done occasionally. The Friends of St Adamnan's was formed in 1968 'to ensure it remained as a working historical site and House of God'.

It was impossible to preserve the whole ancient chapel - I gather the roof was in such a state of disrepair that only one end was usable even before the move to the new church (which, incidentally, is not a good deal closer to the main centre of habitation of the parish anyway!!). So today what you see is this -

Lonan old church 008

Which, as you can see, is only one end of the old church in use, and the remains of the far end.

For more pictures click here... )
curiouswombat: (Summertime)
2013-07-08 08:58 pm
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Sheep & Summer

Traditionally the church children have a special service in July to celebrate the end of term as we do not have children's lessons over the summer, so many of them are off-island, and it gives the teachers a chance to charge our own batteries.

This service was on Sunday - and our theme was sheep! We looked at a number of the times sheep occur in the Bible a few weeks ago - and then we made sheep! Lots of sheep. And rehearsed a story, and made more sheep...

I took some pictures -

Read more... )

In other news - it is definitely summer today - S2C has taken his jumper off. And even his sweatshirt for an hour or two!

Actually the temperature was about 25C today - and I met one of my patients who has a small son, about 18 months old. She said he was a bit fretful in the heat - but then it occurred to us that it has never been as warm as this at any time in his life - no wonder he was making strange!
curiouswombat: (notes from a small island)
2013-07-07 06:36 pm
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View From The Top

We are having some very nice weather at the moment. When my sister organised a church outing, yesterday, for afternoon tea in the cafe at the top of our only mountain, it might have been expected to be the only cloudy day in the week - but no! The sun shone!

My sister and I, and Dawn, our new minister, decided to travel from Douglas to the station at Laxey, where you get onto the Snaefell Mountain Railway 'trams', on the even older Manx Electric Railway, so more or less making a day of it.

So there are a lot of photos under the cut of the views from the top, one or two people, the Snaefell Mountain Railway - and a couple of odd notices I came across as we waited to change trams...

A Grand Day Out.... )

Today was a special service in church, and I have photos, but I'll share them in a day or two.

Oh - and an enormous hurrah! of joy and relief for Andy Murray.
curiouswombat: (notes from a small island)
2013-06-23 09:44 pm
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Sunday Check In...

I haven't posted for a few days - here's a quick résumé of the week!

Hmm - shoulder still a bit painful if I forget and either try to reach around behind me, pick anything heavy up, or type much; so the next chapter of The Valinor Trail is mainly handwritten on bits of paper.

D-d and I have been deep in discussion about having a few days together in London in August - S2C would as soon not bother. So - I am meeting her in London after I've been to Coventry for the [ profile] writerconuk get-together on the 9th - 11th August - I'll go down by train and she'll fly over to meet me. Much trawling of hotel websites, which is part of the fun of the whole thing, and we have a good deal at a hotel in south Kensington, in the museum quarter, with a few nice extras thrown in, like free tickets to Kensington Palace, which neither of us have visited before.

Yesterday our new minister at church had her induction service - it was lovely - but I was too busy helping with the catering to take pictures. Also yesterday was The Parish Walk - which is not, as the name might suggest, a pleasant ramble around a country village - but a gruelling long-distance walk the route of which takes the participant to every parish church on the island - a total of 85+miles. Most people set themselves a personal goal of which church they will reach - only a few actually aim for the full distance.

Now whilst, as a non-Anglican church, we are not one of the parish churches on the route, it did affect our service as some of the congregation were walking, or supporting a family member - so my sister took part in the service, but couldn't stay for refreshments as she then had to get to Peel (the 32 mile mark) which is the point Slightly Goth Niece was hoping to reach. Which she did, in a time of 8 hours 56 minutes. (Mind you, the mother of three of the church children got there over an hour ahead of her, and one of the other mums made it to Jurby - the 45 mile mark!)

D-d? She took part in the long-boat races last week** - and helped run a feeding station with workmates for the Parish! Mind you she is organising a team for the Isle of Man Relay for Life so she is certainly not joining me in a sedentary lifestyle - good lass.

**Her team is not in that bit on YouTube - but it gives you the idea.

And here are a couple of pictures, just because I have to cross a wee bridge over this little river and waterfall to get to the house of one of my patients - and it makes me smile.

riverlet in Patrick

curiouswombat: (notes from a small island)
2013-06-08 07:58 pm
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We have had a week of glorious weather - dry, calm, sunny, and warm for us although I know [ profile] pondhopper would think it cold! (We have had daytime temperatures of 16-22C.)

I spent a lot of the week helping do 'teas' at church for all our motorcycling visitors, and there are one or two pictures under this cut )

But I think I mixed one to many cakes by hand, and carried one too many heavy things, as my left shoulder and arm became very painful and more or less non-functional. This has happened before - this is the third time in maybe 18 years and it is not only painful, but incapacitating as I am left handed. The worst problems are that it makes typing difficult - so no writing, and that it makes it impossible for me to sleep well - if I lie on that side it hurts, if I lie on the other side then there doesn't seem to be anywhere to put it comfortably - and the only place I can sleep much is, weirdly, on the settee. And this annoys S2C as he feels that if I am on the settee he needs to be very quiet, lower the lights, etc. - even though I tell him that I am so tired that it honestly makes no difference.

Last night I actually slept in the single bed in D-d's old room - this seemed to help a bit. And I have applied heat pads, taken regular ibuprofen, rubbed voltarol emulgel into it, and now have my mum's TENS machine... and, as you can tell by the amount of typing here, it is recovering. If the last couple of times are anything to go by it could be a week or two for it to get close to normal, but at least it is usable now!

And, as I couldn't bake or help at church yesterday, D-d and I went out to lunch, over at Niarbyl, and ate seafood salads whilst gazing out to sea - but I fear there are no pictures!
curiouswombat: (notes from a small island)
2013-04-28 07:52 pm
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Sunday Picspam

Friday was our 27th wedding anniversary - how time flies when you are having fun.

As S2C was off work we went out for a meal to his favourite local Indian restaurant - I had Mannoor Kozhi Masala - which is a South Indian thick chicken curry with cashews. There is a picture of it under here... )

After that embarrassingly empty fridge on Saturday morning, I went to Tescos - and we finally have blossom on the trees and new leaves beginning to unfurl. here is a picture taken in the supermarket carpark... )

For our wedding anniversary D-d bought us a milk jug to match our teapot, and the cups, saucers, plates etc. that we treated ourselves to on our Silver Wedding - as both she and her dad agreed that if you have a nice tea-pot you really need the matching milk jug.

So this afternoon I made us all a proper Sunday Tea - with sandwiches, fruit loaf, freshly baked scones and a Victoria sandwich. There's a picture under this cut... )

At Sunday School we have been considering what an imperfect family Abraham's was - and how God loved them anyway; today we were looking at the story of Jacob's Ladder. Which is something that really does lend itself to a re-creation with gingerbread men.... )

As I stood in Sunday School looking out the window something caught my eye - the primroses are in bloom, and some of them are growing in a rather odd place Look.... )
curiouswombat: (Mums are like buttons)
2013-03-10 06:27 pm
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Mothering Sunday

Much love to all the other Mums on my friends' list - I know the Moms get their day later in the year, but we celebrate Mothering Sunday today, the mid-point of Lent.

I have had a very special day - I will share a few pictures under the cut.

First was church - a special service as Mothering Sunday is part of the church calendar, not just a secular celebration. Traditionally the children and their leaders take this service at our church - so I was leading, and it all went well. Some churches make little posies for the mothers in the congregation, but we have a big basket of chocolate to give to the mothers - it was nice to have D-d there to take some for me!

After church came my special treat. A steam-train trip and lunch, especially for Mothering Sunday.

I'll cut here for pics of the train... )

And now I have chocolate and honey cake to nibble on through the evening - all in all a very nice day.
curiouswombat: (Bake on)
2013-02-13 08:40 pm
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Mariners' Choir & Unmissable TV, wombat style.

I mentioned last week that I was baking fruit loaves and gingerbread as we had the Mariners' Choir coming to church and we needed to lay on a supper.

I meant to post you the pictures either Sunday night or Monday - but Sunday evening I was just too tired - and I wasn't a lot better on Monday.

Last night I went out for a meal with a couple of women that I was at school with - we had a lovely evening with a nice meal and a good gossip. We have decided to do it more often. It would be difficult to do it less often, as we hadn't got together like this since we all got married, despite all living back on the island for the past few years!

Today it has rained, and rained, and rained. Except on the mountain road where it, apparently, snowed. So the mountain road to the north was closed, and the coast road north was flooded in places. Guess where I had to go to see a patient? Yep - up north. Still, it isn't often a Corsa travels far with a bow-wave...

Anyway, back to the Mariners' Choir. Under the cut is a picture of the choir, and another of the food...

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This evening there is an unmissable programme on TV, for me. The Brain Doctors. It is a documentary series about the work of the neurosurgery unit at the John Radcliffe (a very famous hospital in Oxford) and I find it fascinating. But I have to admit that last week's episode gave me the giggles! One of the neurosurgeons has almost exactly the same Christian name as I do - just that hers is Scots Gaelic, mine the Manx version - sounds almost the same, spelt differently. And her attitude to parenthood was so like mine that I e-mailed D-d and told her to watch it on the iPlayer.

The doctor's son is 10 - she commented that he had reminded her last week that some 'shop-talk' over dinner is probably not suitable with 'Mum! I'm only 10!' And that she tends to send him to school unless he is so ill he probably needs to be hospitalised... 'Doctors and nurses are not sympathetic parents - we hold little truck with minor ailments!' And her final comment, to prove this point, as her son sat eating his dinner was 'He looked as if he had broken a finger last week. So we've just strapped it to the next one for a month.'

Oh yes - it was like listening to me when D-d was that age! Except that she tended to break toes regularly - and after the second lot of X-rays we just gave up bothering to go to A&E.

Still, she seems to have turned out well enough - and I'm sure Mhairi Speirs' son will do just as well.

So - must go and make coffee, go to the loo, and get myself settled to watch. Good job S2C has gone to bed (work last night but not tonight) as he absolutely hates anything like this.
curiouswombat: (Nativity)
2012-12-16 09:28 pm
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Nativity 2012

I don't have a picture... yet. I was so much in the middle of things that I didn't take one - but I know a couple of people who did :)

However - for your delectation - the write-up of this year's Nativity service.

After the lighting of the advent ring by a new little girl, an opening prayer, and the notices and so on, we swung into the Nativity proper.

One of the teenagers was the narrator and I was the go-fer! You'll see why we needed a go-fer when I explain that we began by getting the congregation to play pass-the-parcel. (I'm assuming this is a universally known party game...) Our church seating is in three blocks so we had a parcel for each block - and when the music stopped and the first people opened the parcels they found notes requesting them to take the parts of Mary, Joseph, and Gabriel... I invited them up to the Sanctuary and saw to their costumes etc. whilst the congregation sang a carol.

Cut for length.. )

D-d was at church and came around later to help me put the tree up at home - which was lovely, and it is now sitting beside me looking very festive.

PS - short explanation of Pass-the-Parcel as it seems it is not universally played! For a children's party there is usually a 'prize' in the middle and then there would be lots and lots of layers to unwrap - you get to unwrap one if you have the parcel when the music stops. Sometimes there are small gifts and/or forfeits between some of the layers as well - hence the desperate urge to try to have the parcel when the music stops - if you think there might be a gift under this layer, or to get rid of it quickly before the music stops if you think there may be a forfeit.

This was a short version, with only three layers - a good 'parcel' can have 20 layers and provide entertainment for ages!
curiouswombat: (gold snowflake)
2012-12-15 08:02 pm
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The news from America is very sad, and there is little point in saying more than is patently obvious to most people - fewer automatic and semi-automatic weapons so easily at hand would make it harder for this sort of thing to happen.

But how sad I feel for all the families involved, who will never be able to celebrate Christmas (or similar December festival) in pure joy again.

However; today I ran a cake stall at the Church Coffee Morning, with some of the Sunday Schoolers, for Christian Aid - we think we will be able to give 4 goats and 4 hens from the baking takings!

I have been baking and making for both that and to give as gifts. I really should take some pictures - there have been mini fruit loaves, rum truffles, those white chocolate and cranberry cookies I made the dough for the other week - as well as a tray of cupcakes. I do enjoy doing it.

I have a few decorations up now, and spent time this afternoon wrapping three 'pass the parcel' parcels for our service in church tomorrow - each layer will reveal a request for the recipient to come and take a particular role in the Nativity tableau. The service (traditionally led by the Sunday School) is written, all the Bible readers have their parts, my narrator has hers, and I have pep-talked the lads who are saying the prayers... I actually like leading this service - but am always so pleased when it is over!

So - cards to write this evening but all the prep for tomorrow done.

The themes for the Decememe for yesterday and today were Christmas Tree and favourite Christmas song (Actually it said 'Holiday song' - but "Whoa! We're going to Barbados", or similar seems a bit out of season!).

The tree is under here )

And now for my favourite Christmas song; actually it is more an Advent song, but I only feel Christmas has started once we have sung this at church, and Aled Jones sings exactly the version we sing;

curiouswombat: (Curious Christmas)
2012-12-08 11:11 pm
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Decememe; ornament

It's been a busy day. But I had a lie-in, and S2C brought me coffee in bed at 9.30 - so I was well rested to start it.

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I had intended to use a picture of one of the brilliant ornaments made by children at Messy Church but I accidentally took my camera without the memory card. This means that the pictures are on its internal memory - and I have no idea how to get them off it as I'm pretty sure I don't have a lead for this camera. Someone suggested that it is possible to transfer them from the memory to the card within the camera, but I have no idea how. Those pictures may end up just being lost for ever...

So here is a picture of some ornaments taken last Christmas, instead;

choir of the UU
curiouswombat: (Festive)
2012-12-02 08:51 pm
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The Decememe required a view yesterday... or why I'm not good at following instructions!

I know a lot of my friends are doing the December Meme - which I think of as the Decememe because it amuses me.

Yesterday's topic was Your View Today, I think - I have a view from yesterday under the cut, and a couple of other views, too. Yesterday's, oddly, is 'the view from the pew' - the others are more scenic!

Today is your favourite Christmas Film. I think the icon might give a clue to mine... Yes, my favourite Christmas film is the Muppets Christmas Carol.

So the views are under here )

Speaking of Advent - we had a family service in church today. Wilma, the preacher who led the service, is a grandma, and it was a lovely child friendly service - including a game of hide and seek where we had children hiding behind curtains, under the piano, behind the organist, in the pulpit... I got roped in to help look for them - and it is certainly a service they will remember! (The relevance? Advent - the season when Jesus says 'Coming... ready or not!'
curiouswombat: (Husband)
2012-11-29 10:59 pm
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Husband Update.

S2C has seen the eye specialist, had some tests done, and now has eye drops and ointment to use regularly - it seems as if the surface damage to his eyes is, at least in part, caused by them having become too dry. So far they seem to be helping - with his new glasses, once his drops are in, his sight is better than it was a month or two ago. So, so far, so good.

In other news, winter is icumen in... last night it was below freezing for the first time this winter - this morning I needed to scrape the ice off the car - and tonight looks as if it will be much the same.

It really should make me feel festive and all ready to prepare for Christmas - and I am trying. I am ready to go into church on Saturday morning and decorate the Advent ring; I have bought D-d an Advent Calendar, and one for the Sunday Schoolers; I have some craft stuff ready for Messy Christmas at church...

But as for making cards and so on - I fear I haven't done any. You might get bought ones this year...
curiouswombat: (Poppies)
2012-11-11 03:23 pm
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Remembrance Sunday.

Today, like most churches in The British Isles (those in Eire possibly being an exception), we held a special service of Remembrance for all those who have died in wars, both in the last century and this one, both servicemen and women and those who had no choice because war came to them.

As we do every year, we read out the names of those members of our congregation killed in the two World Wars, and were quietly grateful that our congregation has lost no-one to war since.

As we did this, the children 'planted' the poppies we made last week into the 'cornfield' that they also made last week - one for each of those named on our memorial, one for servicemen who have died since, one for servicemen who are still serving, and one for the others, men, women and children, caught up in conflict.

poppies in a cornfield

Then I spoke for a few minutes, particularly aimed at the children and young people.

I have put what I said under a cut, for length.

One Young Man )

Later we were talking about the Poppy Appeal, which raises money for ex-servicemen. Last year they raised £38m. One of the teenagers pointed out that that would be enough to buy 'a pretty good football player'. It kind of puts our priorities into perspective, doesn't it?