Moor Park Quarry, Neston.

 

When I came to Neston in the early 1970s,  Moor Park Quarry inhabited the area now occupied by Moor Park, The Stoneworks and Sheppards. The quarry itself is probably still there, under the field between the two housing estates, and there are a few photos of it in ‘Secret Underground Corsham’ p57-58 by Nick McCamley. There is a ventilation shaft beside the final corner of the road into The Stoneworks. There was a two-story office block straddling what is now the entrance to Moor Park, owned by the Bath and Portland Stone Company. Behind it was a stone-cutting yard, a deep and dangerous pond (roughly where the field now is), and a large spoil heap which extended all the way to Greenhill, where the Sheppards housing estate has subsequently been built. The quarry was already disused in the 1970s, I think. Later, the land where The Stoneworks is sited was turned into what we called ‘the Fireworks Factory’. I think the factory made emergency flares (as used aboard ships in distress), and I believe it was owned by Leafield Engineering Ltd (on Leafield Industrial Estate), later renamed Honeywell Aerospace & Defence Ltd. The old spoil heap provided a useful barrier around the factory to protect Neston if there were ever an accidental explosion on the site. This remains in place to this day. The entrance drive to the factory was where the footpath to Westwells Road now lies.

When the factory eventually closed it remained unoccupied for years, and from time to time travellers would come and park their caravans on the drive, eventually leaving the area in a considerable mess. 

 

The driveway to the 'Fireworks Factory'

 

Fireworks Factory being demolished

Sheppards

The spoil heap extended to Greenhill, and that end of it was a wilderness area full of buddleia and bramble bushes where our children loved to play.  When the bungalows were built there, the road was named Sheppards after Ernie and Ena Sheppard who had lived in the house further up Greenhill next to the spoil heap. Ernie had been a stonemason before retirement.

 

Moor Park and The Stoneworks

After the quarry works and the office block were demolished, diggers and levellers spent many months preparing the area for housing. There was even a proposal to shift Neston School to a new site on Moor Park (where the field is), and my wife who was a school governor used to pore over the plans for the school with fellow governors. The old fireworks factory site was cleared and The Stoneworks housing estate built in its place. To our surprise, the entrance road was connected to Moor Park and the original entrance road turned into a footpath.

D-Day afterthoughts

In all the commemorations of D-Day on our TV screens in the last few days there is one aspect of the success of D-Day that is barely mentioned today, yet it was of huge importance at the time – and those in charge of the invasion knew it well.  

 

Two of the most astounding events of the the Second World War happened on the coast of France. The first was at Dunkirk in 1940 – rightly called ‘The Miracle of Dunkirk’ by Winston Churchill.  The second was of course D-Day in 1944.

 

The King

In 1940, King George VI rallied the public to a national Day of Prayer – and miraculously well over 300,000 troops were saved from the shores of France, far more than anyone might have expected.  

 

Queuing for the National Day of Prayer

 

Then again in 1944 the King called the nation to prayer again, saying    Once again what is demanded from us all is something more than courage and endurance; we need a revival of spirit, a new unconquerable resolve. After nearly five years of toil and suffering, we must renew that crusading impulse on which we entered the war and met its darkest hour. We and our Allies are sure that our fight is against evil and for a world in which goodness and honour may be the foundation of the life of men in every land…….  I  desire solemnly to call my people to prayer and dedication. We are not unmindful of our own shortcomings, past and present. We shall ask not that God may do our will, but that we may be enabled to do the will of God: and we dare to believe that God has used our Nation and Empire as an instrument for fulfilling his high purpose.

 

Eisenhower

Several of  the key leaders of the invasion were committed Christians who knew well that in fighting Naziism we were fighting a great evil.  They knew they could not achieve the necessary victory on the shores of France without divine help, and they echoed the words of the King.  The Commander in Chief was General Eisenhower, and his Order of the Day included these words:  “… The hopes and prayers of liberty loving people everywhere march with you … let us all beseech the blessing of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking.”

 

Later, in 1952  he said “This day eight years ago, I made the most agonising decision of my life. I had to decide to postpone by at least twenty-four hours the most formidable array of fighting ships and of fighting man that was ever launched across the sea against a hostile shore. … If there were nothing else in my life to prove the existence of an almighty and merciful God, the events of the next twenty-four hours did it … The greatest break in a terrible outlay of weather occurred the next day and allowed that great invasion to proceed, with losses far below those we had anticipated …”

 

General Eisenhower

 

General Montgomery

The Commander of Land Troops was General Montgomery. Some years earlier, before Alamein,  he had said “I would as soon think of going into battle without my artillery as without my chaplains”. 

Now, on the eve of D-Day, Montgomery sent a message to all his troops :  “To us is given the honour of striking a blow for freedom which will live in history; and in the better days that lie ahead men will speak with pride in our doings. We have a great and righteous cause.  Let us pray that ‘The Lord Mighty in Battle’ will go forth with our armies, and that His special providence will aid us in the struggle.”

 

General Bernard Montgomery

Chaplains

Prayer surrounded D-Day. Army chaplains prayed with troops. On Sunday 4 June there was a prayer vigil attended by 400 officers and men of the Second Army HQ, where the final prayer included the following:“As we stand upon the threshold of the greatest adventure in our history, let us now offer to Almighty God all our powers of body, mind and spirit, so that our great endeavour may be thoroughly finished.”

The D-Day invasion of Normandy was the largest and most complex invasion in history.  If it had failed, Britain and Europe would be very different today. There were many reasons why it might have gone disastrously wrong – the most dramatic of which was the uncertain weather. There is a good 10-minute video about this at 

https://youtu.be/W4piAK9uRhk      

 

Films about D Day or about Dunkirk concentrate on the events themselves. Generally there are no references in them to the role of prayer or to God’s blessing. Yet I believe that ultimately prayer was the most vital ingredient in these events. Would it be the same if we were involved in a battle against evil today?

Neston Gospel Hall - and other places of worship in Neston

Corshamside Gospel Hall, Neston

Corshamside

In the  early 19th century Neston did not exist. An area of hamlets including Elley Green, Moor Green, Greenhill and Westwells were all part of what was known as Corshamside, and the little clusters of houses in the area were occupied by farmworkers and quarrymen and their families.  There were several farms, the oldest of which was Overmoor Farm, part of which dates back to the 12th century.  There was no church.

Overmoor Farm 1972

 In 1856 Corshamside Gospel Hall was built on the southern edge of this area in a rural setting where the land adjoins Neston Park.  

A visitor today might wonder why the Gospel Hall was built right out in the country.  But one has only to think back 170 years to the days when people went  everywhere on foot, to realise that it was a central location for villagers of Corsham, Atworth, Wadswick and Corshamside, who walked to the Gospel Hall on Sundays. Unusually, this nonconformist chapel was the first place of worship in the Corshamside area.

 

Gospel Halls as a rule do not have burial grounds, but Corshamside Gospel Hall is unique in Britain in having its own graveyard, which is still in use. This came about because it predated the building of  the Parish Church in Neston, and was therefore the only graveyard in the neighbourhood for a while.

 

 Although the Gospel Hall has been converted into a private house, the graveyard continues to be supervised by the Brethren.

Looked at from the perspective of today, when the industrial infrastructure of the Corsham stone quarries has all but vanished, it is worth noting that the Gospel Hall was built for and by the men who worked in the stone quarries and who used the stone to build their Chapel.

Brethren assemblies

The Gospel Hall was built by the Brethren (sometimes known as the Plymouth Brethren). Their chapels were known as 'Brethren Assemblies' The origins of the Brethren movement date back to the 1830s, when groups of Christians sought to return to the simplicity of worship described in the New Testament and began meeting without clergy to ‘break bread’ (hold communion services), initially in people’s homes. In 1832 Rev John Methuen, the vicar of Corsham, resigned his living to join the group of Brethren in Neston.  In the early days  the group met in Pockeridge House, then owned by Mr John Edridge. (now part of the MoD estate at Basil Hill).

 Subsequently the Gospel Hall and the adjoining ground in Chapel Lane Neston were given to the assembly by Mr. Edridge  as a ‘place of preaching and a graveyard for the society of brethren’. Unfortunately, the generous donor died whilst the hall was being built and was buried alongside it in the graveyard. He died in January 1856 aged 68 years and was the first to be buried there. The local believers erected a large memorial expressing their indebtedness to one ‘who had it in his heart to build this place of worship.’ His relatives sought (but failed) to have his body exhumed, since they did not want him to be buried in some ‘ unconsecrated field ’.   Later in 1856 the Gospel Hall was opened and amongst the trustees were a local gamekeeper, a butcher, a blacksmith, and Captain H. M. Becher who was associated with George Muller of Ashley Down Orphanages in Bristol. The gamekeeper was Daniel Davis,  gamekeeper to Squire George Fuller of Neston Park. In 1864, it is recorded that “Daniel gained a place in history whilst out shooting with Squire George Fuller and his cousin, the African explorer, John Hanning Speke. When climbing over a wall, Capt Speke’s gun discharged with fatal consequences. Daniel was one of the carriers of Speke from the field in Wadswick where he died.”

(For more on Speke, see my entry of January 2020 entitled 'Death in Neston'.     It's at  

https://mpriorblog.blogspot.com/2020/01/death-in-neston_14.html     )

 

Moor Green Baptist Chapel

In 1860 a chapel was built at Moor Green by the Baptists. This photo was taken in 1956 when a stone quarry operated immediately opposite (where Moor Park has subsequently been built).

Moor Green Baptist Chapel, 1956

 The Parish Church

In 1866  the Church of England Parish Church of St Philip and St James was built about half a mile away, and because some of the benefactors of this church lived at Neston Park, it was regularly referred to as Neston Parish Church. Thus 'Neston' came into existence.  

 

Neston Parish Church

But wasn't until the 1970s that Corshamside Gospel Hall changed its name to Neston Gospel Hall. (I was responsible for that! As a member there I persuaded the leadership that a change of name would be a good idea because the public, espedially incomers,  were no longer familiar with where Corshamside was).

Over the past 170 years or so, the Assembly exercised an influence in the surrounding district more than its founders could have ever imagined. Few of the older established families in the area have not had a family member in fellowship at one time or another. In its heyday the gospel hall (which could seat about 120 people) was regularly full, had two choirs, a Sunday-school and a teenagers’ study group.

Neston Gospel Hall 1903

I have many personal memories of the Gospel Hall, having been a member of the congregation for 20 years during the  1970s and 1980s. My first wife Lindsay was buried in the graveyard there. 

As the years have passed, the Gospel Hall (though not its graveyard) has fallen victim like so many other village chapels, schools, post offices and shops to the onslaught of widespread car ownership, which results in local facilities diminishing as people choose instead to travel to nearby towns.  It is now a private home. But there must have been other factors at play too: only a mile or so away the beautiful and historic Monks Chapel survives as a rural place of worship.

 

Monks Chapel

 The Gospel Hall has become a private house, as has Moor Green Baptist Chapel, which at the time of writing this footnote is under extensive renovation.

 

 

 

Meanwhile, Corsham Baptist Church is extending its reach by not only using its own premises in Corsham , but also making use of Neston Memorial Hall, where (in 2024) a lively and thriving congregation meets every Sunday morning at 10 a.m.

 

 

Neston's link with the Covid vaccine

The origins of your covid jab can be traced back to our home in Neston!..... Read on…….

 

 

 

 

 

Edward Holmes (born 1965) spent his earliest years at 46 Greenhill, Neston (we bought the house from his parents in 1973) and his earliest education was at Neston School. 

 

Now living in Australia, Prof Edward Holmes of the University of Sydney has won the prime minister’s prize for science, worth $250,000, for his “transformative role in the scientific response to Covid-19”. The role played by Prof Holmes in the COVID pandemic is already the stuff of legend. His decision to tweet the genome of SARS-CoV-2 on January 11 2020, making the data freely available to everyone, sparked urgent work in labs around the world to develop a test and a vaccine. Within days, the first diagnostic tests were available, and that weekend, scientists at Moderna and Pfizer are reported to have downloaded the genome and set to work on their mRNA vaccines, bringing a new technology to medicine in record time.  

If you type Prof Edward Holmes or Prof Eddie Holmes into a search engine you see that there are several articles about him and several youtube videos.

 

Where will we be in a hundred years from now?

 I wrote this blog entry before the appalling events in Israel and Gaza  came out of the blue to horrify us all and dominate the headlines.  But the thoughts I had then seem even more pertinent now, in this uncertain world in which we live......

'Where will we be in a hundred years from now?' is the title of a macabre song which was popular in the 1950s, and which as children we found hilarious.  I’ve now had most of my hundred years and the question seems ever more relevant.  The world has become a different place, with many concerns vying to top the list of worries:

Warfare and terrorism

 Overpopulation

Environmental pollution

Food shortages

Contaminated water

Global warming

Pandemics

A ‘hurricane of immigration’

It seems that the four horsemen of the apocalypse have doubled to at least eight!

 

As people worry about the future of mankind on earth, Tim Peake, a British spaceman, recently produced an engrossing TV series entitled Secrets of our Universe. In the first programme we were told that the universe consists of billions of galaxies, each containing billions of stars, many of which are surrounded by planets.  

 

Distant galaxies, photographed by the James Webb telescope

My first thought was that it takes a greater step of 'faith' to believe that this is all a random result of a random big bang which came out of nothing than  it takes to believe in a creator. To me, intelligent design makes much more sense.  Later Tim addressed one potential solution to the problem of the survival of mankind – setting up human colonies on other planets! He took us to an experimental environment (not dissimilar to the Eden Project) called Biosphere 2 in Arizona, where research is going into the requirements for living on other planets. 

 

 

Biosphere 2

My reaction to this is to think that preserving the human race by sending tiny numbers of people to Mars or elsewhere will be hugely expensive, will only benefit a tiny number of humans, and will put them in an alien environment where they will be virtually trapped in very limited spaces.   Maybe it might preserve the human race,  but it won’t solve the problem of where you or I will be a hundred years from now.  It also makes me think back to ancient times when humans had no concept of an afterlife.  Abraham, for example, thought in terms only of preserving his family line by reproduction.  When he was 100 and his wife Sarah was 90 they were still childless. When they were promised by an angelic visitor that their descendents would be ‘as numerous as the sand on the seashore’ , Sarah found the very idea laughable – yet they did indeed become the ancestors of a huge tribe, later to become a nation. (The Bible: Genesis 17 and 18; also Genesis 22.17)

Yet what really interests most of us, particularly as we get older, is whether we will survive death  or whether this life is all we have. Atheists will try to persuade us that  as random products of a self-generated universe we only have one life and then we’re snuffed out.   Yet many people believe instinctively that although our bodies will die, some part of us (which we’ll call our spirit) will survive death.

I’m writing here from a Christian standpoint, and believe that the universe, the earth and all that is in it were designed and created by a being higher than ourselves – namely God.   God has provided us with hope for the future because he has given us many hints in the Bible (which I believe consists of writings inspired by God) about life after death. 

 Hint 1: resurrection

Let’s start with the strongest hint of all.   Christianity hinges upon the belief that Jesus is alive today, having been killed by his enemies but having risen bodily from the dead. If he could rise from the dead, so can we!   But we have no need to fear that if we die riddled with disease or disability we’ll rise with an identical body.  No, we’re told that our resurrection body will be as different as wheat is from its seed..... 

 

 and that our new ‘spiritual’ body will be imperishable. In the Bible Paul says “How are the dead raised? With what kind of body do they come?”  and he goes on to explain the answer.  (1 Corinthians 15.35-54)    We see the miracle of renewal every year: winter to summer and seedtime to harvest.  We too shall be renewed.  

 

 

Hint 2: What kind of renewed body will we have?

We won’t be like immaterial ghosts!   When Jesus rose, it was in a resurrection body which was material and could eat. (Luke 24.39-43).  Yet it was not bound by the laws of nature ( Luke 24.31, 24.36-37) . We're told that in the next life we will be like him: (1 Corinthians 15.49 and Philippians 3.21)

 

Hint 3: Renewal isn’t just for us!

Renewal isn’t just for us!   The whole earth is to be renewed, and long before Jesus came to live on earth, the prophet Isaiah was given an insight into this: in a remarkable piece of foreknowledge he says “the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the Lord as the waters cover the sea.”   (Isaiah 11.9)  It suggests that the whole earth will be renewed, drenched in the knowledge of the Lord: evil will be swept away.    It hasn’t happened yet.  The world around us is waiting for this renewal, and we’re told that    “creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God.  We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time.” (Romans 8.21)  

 This powerful imagery of childbirth reminds us of the fantastic renewal which occurs every time a baby is born.  The process is dramatic and traumatic, but the whole of creation is to be renewed  - and so will we, if we take this on board and trust in our creator, God, who will bring it all about.

Hint  4  -Where will we be?  Do we go to heaven when we die?

People tend to think that heaven is ‘up there somewhere’, partly because we describe the night sky as ‘the heavens’ and we vaguely think of the dead sitting on clouds playing harps.

 

 Some have questioned where ‘up there’ can be, since ‘up’ for us in Britain and ‘up’ for people in Australia takes us in opposite directions! But this is not how the Bible describes our destination. 

The clearest image of the renewal and the new creation, of which Christians will be a part, is at the end of the Bible, in Revelation 21 and 22, where the picture language is of a wedding – where the groom (Jesus) comes down to meet his bride (us). 

There is a supplementary picture too of the church community, which is described as the heavenly Jerusalem and it comes down to earth.  Heaven is combined with a renewed  earth – which is what we pray for every time we pray the Lord’s prayer: “Thy kingdom come, on earth as it is in heaven”. 

So the destination of those who are committed to the Lord Jesus Christ is heaven, if by that we mean ‘where the Lord is’.  But it isn’t in an identifiable location somewhere in the sky.  The Kingdom of Heaven comes to us! We’ll be re-created and part of a new creation.   Charles Wesley in his well-known  hymn,  ‘Love divine, all loves excelling’ rounded off with

Finish then, Thy new creation;
pure and spotless let us be;
let us see Thy great salvation
perfectly restored in Thee.
Changed from glory into glory,
till in heav'n we take our place,
till we cast our crowns before Thee,
lost in wonder, love, and praise.

 

 

 

Flower Power

 

 Some years ago my wife Wendy noticed that a lady was silently weeping at the back of the church during a service.  When the service was over she went to talk to her, and as the lady dried her eyes she said “I’ve never come here before, but something made me come today. I’ve no idea what the sermon was about, and I didn’t know the songs people were singing.  But as I looked at the flowers I began to think ‘Life is worth living after all. I’m ok now.’” 

 

 

 

 

Grandpa's story

 This is my autobiography, written originally as a book especially for my grandchildren.  I realised that they have known me during their lifetimes, but did not know about my life before they were born.  Hence the title 'Grandpa's story', and I hope you may find it interesting too.

Ebenezer

I was born on April 6th 1942, in the middle of the Second World War, and was named Michael Raymond Ebenezer Prior. I did not know I was called Ebenezer until I was 8 years old, and when I found out I burst into tears because I thought I was named after Ebenezer Scrooge! But my grandfather explained to me that Ebenezer was a family name, and that it was a Hebrew name from the Bible, meaning "Up till now the Lord God has helped us". I'm really pleased now to have a special name with a good meaning. I was brought up in Yorkshire. My father was a wool merchant in the family business in Bradford, and my mother stayed at home to look after the family - me and my older sister Rosemarie. 

 

 

Daddy was not allowed to be a soldier because he had a bad ear infection and was partially deaf, so he did duties at night in Bradford as an ARP warden instead. (ARP means Air Raid Precaution, so he had to look out at night for enemy bombers). The wool merchant business was called Ebenezer Prior Ltd, and had branches in Bradford, Chichester, Taunton and Wellington in Somerset. It was named after my greatgrandfather who ran the business in Chichester (although it was founded by his father John Woods Prior, probably in about 1840). 

 

My grest-grandfther: Ebenezer Prior when mayor of Chichester

 I was very proud to be his great-grandson (though he died before I was born) because he was kind to his workers and did a lot for them. He was chief magistrate of Chichester, and also Mayor of Chichester in 1895, and this photo is of him in his mayoral robes. Like his own parents and grandparents he was a Christian: he believed in God, and his reason to make life as good as possible for his workers and for the citizens of Chichester was because it was one way in which he could serve God. Nowadays we take lavatories and sewers for granted, but before they existed lots of people died from dreadful diseases like cholera. Great Grandfather Ebenezer led a group on the Chichester Council which made the city install drains and sewers throughout the town, against great opposition because of the cost, and for the first time, Chichester became a healthy place to live. Wendy and I went to Chichester a few years ago and saw a display cabinet in the museum all about Ebenezer Prior Ltd. Obviously the people of Chichester must be as proud of Ebenezer Prior as we are, though the company has long since closed down. 

 

I have written in much more detail about Ebenezer Prior in my blog entry of January 31 2020, entitled 'A remarkable man'.

 see

 http://mpriorblog.blogspot.com/2020/01/

 

Primary School 

When I was 4 years old I started at Cottingley Primary School, near Bingley. We lived near Cottingley Woods, where Rosemarie and I often used to go and play. The only thing Cottingley is famous for is the 'Cottingley Fairies'. 

 

Our headmaster told us about two little girls who photographed fairies in Cottingley Woods in 1915, and their photos became world-famous. It was only when they were over 80 years old that they admitted that their photos had been a hoax. Up till then, many people believed the photos were of real fairies.

 

 The great snow 

When I was 5, the snow came. 1947 was one of the worst ever years for snow. 

 

I don't think we shall ever have snow like that again. But because I was small, I didn't know that it was unusual. I remember walking to school along a path where the snow on each side was higher than the top of my head! 

 

My grandpa 

My grandpa was called Ebenezer, though everyone who knew him well just called him Eb. 

 

Granny was from Scotland and was from the Kennedy clan. They lived in Burley-in-Wharfedale which was only about 10 miles away, so we saw them regularly, and always saw them on Sundays because they went to the same chapel as us. It was called a 'Brethren Assembly' and was founded by grandpa. Sundays were very quiet in those days, because all the shops were shut and there was no traffic apart from buses and cyclists. I loved the journey to chapel on the electric trolley bus. 

 

Grandpa ran the branch of our business in Bradford, and was well-known for his absolute honesty as a businessman. All of his suppliers and customers knew that they could trust him completely. 

 

Grammar School 

When I was 8 I started at Bradford Grammar School - which my father had also been to when he was a boy. 

 

 My mother was very keen for me to do well, and had given me exercises to do every Saturday morning to help me to pass the entrance exam. She herself had always been a very tidy worker, as is shown by a picture from her maths exercise book.

 

 I spent the next ten years there. Whilst I was there I joined the school choir, the cadet force (basic training and then Navy cadets)    ....

 

and the Drama Club, where I was backstage lighting manager. When I reached the 6th form (year 12) I was in charge of the school Film Society and made a film of our school sports day using an old gunsight camera which we bought from a war surplus shop and rebuilt. Originally it had been on a Spitfire fighter plane. The cameraman from the local newspaper had been a spitfire pilot and recognised the camera straight away. He took this photo, which appeared in the newspaper. 

 

Whilst in the school cadet force I was introduced to Ordnance Survey maps for the first time, and I took to them straight away. To me, reading a map seemed like cracking a secret code, and since then I have built up a large collection of ordnance survey maps, including the first one I ever bought. This bit of it shows where my school was, in the grounds of Clock House - marked as 'Clock Ho' on the map.

 

 On the other side of the road is Manningham Park Lake, where one winter we dared each other to jump on the ice to see who would go through it first and get soaked - until the headmaster came and stopped us! Very naughty!

 

 Home, and away. 

My father (Jack) married my mother Gertrud (who came from Germany) the week before the Second World War started. Mummy must have had a really hard time because the war meant she could not contact her family for the next 6 years, and as she was living in England, some people thought of her as the enemy. But she coped, and encouraged me always to do my best. 

 

Germany 

After the war, my parents wanted us all to go to Germany to meet my grandparents over there for the first time. We went, by train and ship, in 1950, because we didn’t yet own a car. Most people didn't have a car in those days, and the ones who did couldn't use them much because there was a shortage of petrol. The sea journey from Hull to Rotterdam was very rough. When we arrived at Rotterdam it was still in ruins after the war - the first time I had ever seen a ruined city. I was 8 years old. 

 

My mother's home town, Wuppertal, was also full of ruined buildings which had been bombed during the war, but fortunately my grandparents' apartment was still standing. Because so many people had lost their homes, my grandparents had to share their flat with a homeless family. My grandparents - Opa and Oma - couldn't speak English, and Rosemarie and I couldn't speak German, but it didn't matter: we got on wonderfully, jabbering to each other in our own languages and laughing a lot. was taken to Germany every two years after that, until I left home, and I learnt to speak German fluently. I can't any more because I haven't spoken German for many years now. A great railway memory to me of Wuppertal, was its 'Schwebebahn'. The name means 'swaying railway' and it was (and still is, to this day) a monorail train system which travels through Wuppertal above the river - and it does sway when it goes round corners! 

Schwebebahn - Wuppertal

 

Encounter with lions - Germany 1954

 

 

Rosemarie 

 

Rosemarie was born two years before me. I always wanted to do what she could do, so when she learnt to play the piano, so did I. When she learnt to swim, so did I. Rosemarie wanted to be a nurse, but she was very ill when she was due to go to nurse's training college, so she never had her wish. She became a secretary and worked in Barclays bank, then as a headmaster's secretary in a grammar school, and later as a secretary for four surgeons in Airedale District Hospital. She never got married, she always lived with my parents, in Cottingley then in Ilkley, and finally died unexpectedly when she was still only 59, a few months after I married granny Wendy. 

 

Hobbies 

Trains 

 

I expect you all know my love of steam trains. Where did that come from? Well, my father Jack Prior loved steam trains too, and he was an artist who loved painting cloudscapes. Steam trains made clouds of smoke and steam, so he sometimes painted pictures of them. One of his railway pictures was bought by a very famous author called J B Priestley, and a black and white copy of it was printed in the newspaper. 

 

Forster Square Station, Bradford   by EJW Prior

When I was very little, daddy gave me a book called 'Narrow Gauge Railways of Britain'. I took it to school to read to my teacher when I was learning to read. I was 5 years old. Another boy interrupted me, and was told off by Mrs Boyes, my teacher. "Don't interrupt, Geoffrey! Michael is reading from a very difficult book!" The picture on the front of the book was of a train on the Lynton and Barnstaple Railway, which had closed down many years earlier. Just recently it has been re-opened and we have travelled on it. A beautiful modern replica of the locomotive has been made. 

 

Later, when I was 8, I took an entrance exam for Bradford Grammar School. I passed! My parents were so pleased that they gave me a toy electric train set as a reward. The locomotive was called 'Duchess of Atholl'. 

 

Over the next few years my train layout got bigger and bigger. I still love steam trains, and I like to travel on steam railways when I get the chance. 

Music

 As a child I sang soprano in our school choir and was sometimes a soloist. In the choir I sang at Bradford Cathedral at my headmaster's wedding, and also in St George's Hall (Bradford's Concert Hall). I learned piano and music theory up to grade 5. I learned the violin for a short while and played 2nd violin in the school orchestra. Later, I taught myself to play the guitar. I used my knowledge of piano and guitar to accompany singing at church and at our teenagers' bible class. I don't play music any more, but love to use music as parts of soundtracks for my videos. 

Art 

Although my father was a skilled watercolour artist, I tried but failed to be good at art. The best I could do was to copy cartoons drawn by other people, and I enjoyed doing this a lot. I still have a copies of  Hoffnung cartoons which I made when I was a teenager.

 

'You and your hiccups!'

Photography and videos 

As a teenager I became interested in photography. I sold my big model railway set in order to buy a slide projector and screen. 

 

 

Aldis slide projector

 

Voigtlander Vito B 35mm camera

I bought a Voigtlander camera, and in later years bought all the equipment for developing and printing black and white photographs. (When I went to Uganda I took all this equipment with me and taught my African students how to develop and print photos. I lost all these items when we had to leave Uganda in a hurry: that story comes later…..) After I married Wendy, she encouraged me to get a video camera, and I have enjoyed making videos ever since. I have a complete record of the lives of all our grandchildren since they were born, and lots of other videos too. 

 

Computer 

 

Commodore PET computer

Most youngsters today have computers or tablets or smartphones. I was in at the beginning, when computers were just starting to appear. I taught myself how to use computers and how to write simple programs for them when they first became available in schools, and one of my jobs was to teach Information Technology to schoolchildren. At home, my computer has been very useful for my hobbies of photography and video editing

Crusaders 

All the way through childhood from the age of 9, I was a member of Crusaders, a Christian organization now called Urban Saints. My dad was one of the leaders of Bradford Crusaders. After I had been 10 times to Crusaders I was awarded a Crusader badge, and after 50 times I was given a bible which I was encouraged to read every day, with some 'Scripture Union' notes to help me understand what I was reading. What I was taught by my parents and by Crusaders helped me a lot, and I decided when I was eleven that I wanted to be a Christian like my parents and grandparents, and of course my great-grandparents. I am so thankful I did this. I gave my life to Jesus, whom I believe to be alive today, and started to read a bit of the Bible every day to find out more about him. (see appendix). After all these years I still read the bible every day, and have a time of prayer, which I used to do together with granny Lindsay and now do with granny Wendy, who is also a Christian. Living for Jesus all makes very good sense to me. At Bradford Crusaders I remember having stories read to us about great Christians of the past, and I remember especially the stories of William Wilberforce and Lord Shaftesbury (see appendix) Some people as they grow up simply want to enjoy life, and to have a good job, a good home and a nice family. But these men, because they were Christians, wanted more than that. Like my great-grandfather Ebenezer - in Chichester, (see appendix) - their main aim was to serve God by making life better for other people. When I was in my mid-teens, school gave us a lot of hard work. We had to go to school on Saturday mornings, and had homework every night including Saturday. I remember an older boy at Crusaders, who also went to my school, saying that because he was a Christian he had decided never to do schoolwork on a Sunday, so that he could rest, go to church and go to Crusaders on Sunday. It was his way of trying to obey the fourth of the Ten Commandments - "Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy". I decided to do the same and always got my homework finished by Saturday night. Ever since, I have kept Sunday special whenever possible, for God and for rest. . I stayed with Crusaders for many years, becoming a leader when I grew up, first in Bristol and later in Surbiton. The most fun times were Crusader camps, and I used to help run camps during the school holidays. 

 

The picture is of Surbiton Crusaders Whit Camp which I was in charge of, in 1968 when I was 26. 

 

Hostelling and climbing 

Going back to my schooldays: the trouble with my closest friends Peter and Stuart was that they both loved cricket. I didn't. As I grew older I began to enjoy hiking, climbing and youth-hostelling more and more. I would hitch-hike up to the Lake District with other good friends, John Tough and David Williams, and climb mountains. My favourite Youth hostel was Black Sail Hut, high in the Lake District hills. 

 

 I loved climbing mountains and have climbed up Hellvellyn via Striding Edge, Scafell and Ben Nevis (twice). 

 

 I have also climbed Mount Olympus in Greece, Piz Morteratsch in Switzerland and Gahinga on the Uganda/Rwanda border. Gahinga was exciting. It was over 10,000 feet high and had to be approached by a long trek through a forest inhabited by mountain gorillas

 

 

 I wrote in a blog entry in February 2020 about my climb up Mount Olympus. See

 https://mpriorblog.blogspot.com/2020/02/

 

 Jordan 

 

In 1960, when I was 18, I was a winner in a competition, and was invited with 48 other young men to go to Jordan as guests of King Hussein. This was very exciting and interesting. We spent a few weeks in an Army Camp on the Mount of Olives, just outside Jerusalem, with 48 Arab young men, and were looked after by the Jordanian Army. 

 

We visited many places, including Petra, the Dead Sea, and the Red Sea at Aqaba. 

 

 For a short while we got lost in the desert, and it was reported in The Times: "48 British youths lost in Jordanian desert" ! 

 

University, followed by teaching. 

I was the first person in the Prior family to go to university, and studied Economics, Accountancy and Commercial Law at Leeds University. 

 

I thought these subjects would be helpful afterwards when I was going to work for Ebenezer Prior Ltd. But things didn't turn out that way. At school a form-mate had said to me "Getting a job will be easy for you. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth."

 

Because of this, I wanted to prove to myself that I could get a job without walking straight into the family business, so I thought I would have a go at teaching, and got a job at Bristol Grammar School for a year. I liked it so much that I decided to carry on teaching and not join the family business. 

 Some years later, my father decided to close the business down, and he then spent his time on what he liked best, painting and selling watercolour pictures. He became very well-known as a Yorkshire Artist, and was encouraged by my mother who loved his paintings. This is one of them. 

My next job was as a teacher at Surbiton Grammar School, a boys' school in south-west London. During that time I taught Economics, but also ran the Duke of Edinburgh's Award Scheme. Each year we got about 30 boys through the Bronze Award, about 12 through Silver, and half a dozen through the Gold Award. I went twice to Buckingham Palace to be with the boys who received their Gold Awards from the Duke. I enjoyed best organising the expedition section of the scheme, where the Gold Award candidates had to trek for three days and nights through rough country without contacting civilization, covering 50 miles. We usually went to the Lake District or to the Yorkshire Dales for this. 

 

 

Church…. Lindsay….. Marriage

In all the places I went to, I always joined a church. Church is a place where I can join with other Christians in worshipping God. It's a bit like joining a club, with the difference that it includes people of every age and every sort of person too. I can make friends with other people whom I meet at church. They help me when I need it, and I help them when they need help. We all have the common aim of trying to live lives which are pleasing to God. In the church near Surbiton I met Lindsay Sims, whom eventually I married, in 1966. 

 

We had great fun when we were going out together. I took her rowing on the river Thames once, and discovered that she didn't know how to row! A big motorboat was chugging towards us and Lindsay was taking our little boat round in circles. So she simply jumped into the river (which wasn’t very deep) and pushed our boat out of the way. Lindsay had been brought up in Northern Rhodesia (now called Zambia), and this caused us to think about going out to Africa to teach. A great sadness was that we had no children, and were told by a doctor that Lindsay would never be able to have children. We prayed a lot about what to do next, and decided that we should go to Uganda, where a job was available for me. But then came a miracle! In 1970 Janine was born whilst we were in Uganda, so it proved the doctor had been wrong! Janine spent her first 2 ½ years in Uganda and was a delight to us both

 

 Uganda 

 When we went to Uganda we made friends with Roger and Margaret Stevens, who helped us to settle in. We have been friends with them ever since. We lived in a brand new bungalow in Kabale, Uganda, and had two full-time servants, which was very nice. 

 

 

 (This picture was painted for me by one of my pupils, Elly Tumwine. Subsequently he became the Commander of the National Resistance Army which overthrew the government of Idi Amin in a coup and installed Yoweri Museveni as President. (As I write this in 2023, Museveni is still the President!)  Unfortunately Tumwine turned out to be a very cruel man)

I worked in a boarding school named Kigezi High School, which had 600 pupils. On Sunday evenings we would go to a service at the cathedral, which was next door to the school. Instead of church bells it had three huge African drums, which the year 13 pupils taught me to play, to call people to the service. Every day started with school assembly. The pupils did not have to come to this, but every weekday about 400 of them did come, because they loved singing the hymns (very loudly!). The pupils were not divided into age groups, because they joined the school when their parents could afford to pay the school fees, not when they reached a particular age. So in year 7 the pupils' ages ranged from 11 to 16. In year 13, some of students were 23 years old. One of them, named Jason Turimumahoro, was very friendly and told me about the school Christian Union which he was running. 

 

(Jason is the one in the middle of the photo, between the two girls). I joined in and helped him to run it after that. It was a club for those who were serious about their Christian faith. Being a Christian is tough wherever you are, because often the other pupils think you are stupid to be a Christian, so to have a time each week when they could share their life with others was a real help to them. Whilst we were in Uganda a soldier called Idi Amin threw out the government and made himself President of Uganda. 

 

Shortly afterwards he came to visit our school and I had to shake hands with him. But he turned out to be a very wicked man. When the headmaster was away on leave for several months I had to take over as headmaster of the school for a while, but I enjoyed teaching more than I enjoyed being a headmaster. 

 

Another great moment was when David was born whilst we were on holiday in England. We were staying with Lindsay's parents at the time, so he was born in Ipswich. We took him back to Uganda when he was 12 weeks old. 

 

David

Turbulence – the Air Pocket

 We were flying back to Uganda in a Boeing 707, and whilst we were in clear air over Sudan we suddenly flew into turbulence. I think pilots call it ‘clear air turbulence’ which is totally invisible: they can’t see it so they can’t fly round it. The plane started to judder; I grabbed my armrests and put my arm across Janine to hold her steady. David, who was just a few weeks old, was asleep in a carrycot on two spare seats.  Suddenly the plane hit a massive air pocket – a hole in the sky! – and dropped down it like a stone. The wings flapped, passengers were lifted out of their seats, one passenger hit the ceiling, baggage was strewn everywhere, the air hostesses got covered in orange juice and other drinks which they were serving,  and David landed two rows further forward, upside down under his carrycot in the gangway! We were all very shaken up, including the pilots, and I think most of the passengers thought we were crashing.  The pilot radioed Entebbe airport to request  for a doctor to check David for injury. When we arrived, a doctor did come on board and said David was ok, but the doctor was obviously very drunk, so we didn’t trust his judgement.  We had him re-checked at Mengo Hospital in Kampala. They said he was ok, so we breathed a sigh of relief.

  

Paddington Bear saves the day.

We went on to Kabale, but life there became very difficult, because of Idi Amin, who was throwing some people into jail and killing others. During this time Uganda was invaded by rebels who wanted to overthrow Amin, and Kabale was cut off from the rest of the country for several weeks, so that for a while we couldn't escape even if we wanted to. Then something else terrible happened when Amin decided to throw out all the Asians living in Uganda. There were, I think, more than 64,000 people whom he threw out, many of whom eventually came to live in Britain. He then started to threaten the British people who were in Uganda….. Lindsay and I didn't want to run away, just because life was difficult, but we were no longer sure whether being in Uganda was the right place to be. So we prayed: we said to God that we were willing to stay in Uganda if that was where He wanted us to serve Him, but if He wanted us to go back to England, would He please give us a clear message that we should leave. Then we packed two suitcases, just to be ready in case of need, put them under the bed, and carried on living our lives in Kabale as normal. Three days later a great friend of ours named Hugh, who lived 90 miles away where he was the Chief Medical Officer in the next county, arrived on our doorstep. As we greeted him and asked why his wife hadn't come with him he said "I've already got her out of Uganda. I'm leaving in a fortnight and I have come with a message from the British Government to tell you to leave as soon as possible." "Why have they sent you with the message?" we asked. "Because the phone lines are tapped by the Ugandan Secret Police" he said, "and the British Government doesn't want them to know what we are saying, in case they arrest British teachers and doctors before they can get out. There is a danger that Amin may soon decide to make big trouble for British people in Uganda." So it was that in October 1972, we departed, leaving all our possessions behind us apart from our two suitcases and a baby carrier. Instead of putting Janine in the baby carrier we put Jan's Paddington Bear in it, which turned out to be a very good idea. 

 

On our journey we had to go through many army roadblocks, but whenever we were faced with Amin's soldiers or his secret police, they looked with great interest at Paddington and asked why we were carrying him! This led to friendly chats instead of difficult ones. Many weeks later we were told that another group of Secret Police had found out that we had left Kabale and were trying to discover where we were. But they were too late. By then we had left the country, after spending a long time in the British High Commission in Kampala, telling British officials how they might set about getting the rest of the British community out of Kabale if they needed to. At the time, they really thought that might happen, but fortunately it didn't, and our friends in Kabale remained safe. 

 

We arrived back in England one night, with nowhere to live (because our flat in Surbiton was rented to someone else) and no job. We stayed with Lindsay's parents for a while. 24,000 Asians had fled from Uganda to Britain at the same time as we had left, so I was given a job to help start a school in a refugee camp for some of the children, and later to help them to get settled in at one of the local comprehensive schools.

 

Neston 

Then in 1973 I saw an advertisement for a job in Chippenham, at Hardenhuish School. 

Hardenuish House, at the centre of Hardenhuish School

 I got the job, and rented a house for a few months whilst we looked for a house to buy. I was able to buy our house in Neston using money from selling our flat in Surbiton, and have lived in the same house in Greenhill ever since. (50 years in 2023).  Again, it was important to Lindsay and myself to find a church, and we joined a little chapel called 'Neston Gospel Hall'. 

 

 There we made friends with several people and especially Christopher and Joan Poulsom and their family. Christopher was a farmer and lived nearby at Overmoor Farm which was very close to our house, and the field in front of our house was part of the farm. It was a dairy farm, and in later years Lindsay often worked on the farm for fun, milking the cows or driving the tractor. 

 

The children couldn't see their own grandparents very often as they lived so far away, but the Poulsoms were like grandparents to them. Five years after David was born, along came Andrew. He can claim to have been born in a stately home (!) - Berryfield House in Bradford-on-Avon, which was a maternity hospital at the time. 

 

Our house cost us such a lot that we had very little spare money, and for a while we lived with no carpets on the floor and with very old second-hand furniture. We couldn't afford a new car, but scraped together just enough money to buy a Simca van, into which we fitted back windows and a back seat for the children. 

 

To keep the costs of holidays down, we went camping, often with our friends Roger and Margaret Stevens, until one year at Broadhaven it was so wet that we decided that a caravan would be better than a tent. We all saved up, (including the children who saved up some of their pocket money), until we were able to buy a small old caravan. 

 

The Simca van and our caravan

We used it a few times, but then Uncle Bill and Aunt Eunice who lived near Bude, offered to let us use their granny-flat for summer holidays, and for the next five summers we spent our summer holidays in Bude. 

 

The caravan stayed most of the time in our garden, as a sort of den for the children. As you know, our back garden is quite big, and for several years I grew lots of vegetables in the back garden. But as time went on I had too much other work to do, so I gave up the gardening. Now granny Wendy has started to grow vegetables again in the back garden, with great success. 

 

The Bible Class 

There wasn't a lot going on for teenagers in Neston, and we decided, with the help of our friend Barbara Dimmick, to start a Bible Class for teenagers in our house on Friday evenings. Children joined at the age of 11, and usually stayed as part of the Bible Class until they were about 18. We never needed to do any recruiting: they just brought brothers, sisters and friends along, and numbers averaged about a dozen or so each week for many years. 

 

We would have an hour of singing, doing a bible-based quiz, reading a bit of the Bible and learning about it; then for an hour afterwards we would have games - outdoors in the summer and indoors in the winter. We would play coastguards and smugglers on 'the tip' up the road (it's now a housing estate). We tried clearing an old farm pond - not very successfully. We built a model railway layout on a base which we put onto the playroom table each week. The playroom was where our kitchen is now. 

 

The School Cottage 

 

Tyle Morgrug, the cottage in South Wales, used to be the school cottage of Hardenhuish School where I was a teacher. It was used mainly for geography field trips, and I first went there in 1974. It was a pretty worn-out old place in those days, and the barn was an empty shell, (not like it is today with a dormitory and dining roon in it). As time went on I started to take groups of children there who would otherwise not get a holiday at all. Then I took groups from the school Christian Union, and after that I took groups of teenagers who were members of our Teenagers Bible Class. So I found myself going there at least twice a year for many years. The time came when Hardenhuish School could no longer afford to keep the cottage, so it was sold to Chichester Youth Adventure Centre. I went to the cottage to hand over the keys to a lady called Anne, who turned out to be the mayor of Chichester at the time. When I told her that my great-grandfather had also been mayor of Chichester, she was most interested. She told me that her group were going to improve the cottage, and that when the improvements were complete she would let us know, and we could visit it again. The result was that about two years later we were invited to go to the cottage again - and have been going ever since, nowadays on family visits! Janine now does the booking of the cottage. 

 

Near the cottage in 2010

Lindsay's illnesses 

 

Lindsay led a very active life, firstly running the Neston pre-school playgroup, then the Cotswold Services Centre playgroup, and also helping at the farm. But then one day, when we were on holiday with her sister Hilary and family near Cambridge, she became very ill and I took her to Addenbrookes Hospital in Cambridge. They discovered that she had a growth in her tummy which was blocking her intestine. If she were to stay alive it would have to be removed. We had to go back home, leaving her in hospital in Cambridge for her operation and recovery. Things did not go smoothly, and she nearly died, but eventually she pulled through and got better. I visited her at weekends, until she was able to leave hospital. Hilary saw her each day, of course, and our dear friend Margaret Stevens travelled regularly all the way from Leeds to see her and encourage her. Lindsay recovered well, and things went back to normal again. But a few years later, we were on holiday again, at Sidmouth, when she became ill again. It was the same cancer again, but this time it had taken root in her liver. The hospital in Cambridge was one of the very few hospitals which could do liver transplants in those days, so we asked if they might give Lindsay a transplant. They said no, they would not do a transplant on a cancer patient. It looked as though Lindsay would die, and as we always did, we prayed about it asking God what to do next……. We had a cousin in Leeds, Andrew Sims, who was professor of Psychiatry at St James Hospital. He had a friend who was a specialist in 'soft tissues' which included the liver! He arranged for us to have an interview, during which we were told that a liver transplant would be very risky. She was told to live life as normally as possible, and when life became too difficult she should come to Leeds again and they would decide whether to do a transplant. She might die if she had the transplant, but it was possible that she might live. "Don't come to Leeds too soon", she was told, "but don't leave it too late either". About a year and a half later, the moment came when we went to Leeds again, this time for the transplant. It was a huge operation, and very dangerous, but it was a success, and it gave Lindsay over four years of extra life. During those years we visited Yorkshire regularly and stayed with Andrew and Ruth Sims. We even had a cycling / camping holiday in Yorkshire when I went cycling with Andy and his friend Steven Miller, whilst Lindsay was the cook. I had made sure that our holiday was not far from the hospital in Leeds, just in case anything went wrong for Lindsay. 

 

Like me, Lindsay believed strongly in God, and even when she was very poorly she was always happy and smiling, and used to cheer up her visitors. When the time came to die, she was completely ready, because she knew for certain that she was going to be with Jesus in heaven. During the last year of her life, Lindsay had to keep going back into hospital for short stays, but there was another answer to our prayers….. In 1991 we were able to celebrate our silver wedding. And in 1993 Janine and Sean got married, followed a few months later when David and Frances got married. 

 

Sean and Janine wedding

David and Frances wedding

On both occasions Lindsay was well enough to be there and enjoy the weddings (though both times she was back in hospital again a short time afterwards!) 

 

Alone - apart from the dog! 

Jan and Sean went to live in their own home, as did David and Frances, leaving me and Andy at home. We had a dog called Amy who, as a grown-up dog became very fierce with other people, and especially with other dogs. (She used to nearly pull me over when she saw another dog worth attacking!) 

 

 Then Andy went off to university in Cardiff, so I was on my own for a few years. After having had such a busy household full of growing children and many visitors, it was strange and lonely living in an empty house with only Amy as company. I tried to learn to cook, and I used to invite people to meals to try out my not very great skills on them, and of course I carried on teaching as though nothing had happened. I don't suppose my pupils knew anything about the upheavals in my life: a schoolteacher has to act at all times as though nothing is wrong, and it is rare for schoolchildren to know much about their teachers' lives

 

Change of church - twice. 

After Lindsay died I was still going to Neston Gospel Hall, but Andrew was going to St Aldhelm's Church in Corsham. (St Aldhelms youth group had been very helpful to all the children, and indeed it was where Jan met Sean). After a few months I thought it wasn’t a good idea for us both to be going to two different churches, so I switched to St Aldhelms, where I stayed for about a year and a half. Then Andrew was recommended by someone to give Corsham Baptist Church a try, which he did, and he continued there for a while. I thought I would stick my nose in there too, and the first time I did that, I knew instantly that it was the church where I ought to be. I have been going there ever since, and was their Church Treasurer for 6 ½ years. 

 

Wendy 

 

The whole of our family had known Wendy and her family for many years, and it was with great delight that, at the start of 2000 I married Wendy at Corsham Baptist Church, where she was also a member. 

 

This meant that Leila and Adrian became a welcome new part of our family as my step-children. 

 

Then - trouble! Whilst we were on honeymoon at the village of Mousehole in Cornwall, Wendy suddenly became very ill and had to be rushed to hospital in Penzance. I wondered whether my new marriage would finish almost as soon as it had started, because Wendy nearly died. But she had major surgery and slowly recovered. Phew! Granny Wendy is an excellent cook, so my days of inviting people to try out my efforts at cooking were over, and people who come to us are now able to have lovely meals. As the years have gone by, we have had further delights: Andrew and Deborah got married on the same day as my 60th birthday, in April 2002. 

 

Over the years our grandchildren have been born - Grace, Eva and Jacob; Isaac and Lubin; Rosie and Edith; and we take a great interest in their progress as they grow up. Two more welcome additions to our 'tribe' are Stephen Tucker - with Leila, and Nicola Hammond - with Adrian. Wendy's side of the family is big: Wendy is one of 10! So she has brought into my circle lots of uncles, aunts, cousins, nephews and nieces, and of course her dear mother Joan, who lived in Radstock. 

 Then in 2021 Adrian and Nicola got married. They have added Jaxon and Oliver to our tribe of grandchildren. 

Ady and Nicola

Jaxon

Oliver

We have a busy household with lots of visitors for meals and sometimes garden parties. We support our big and lively church and its members support us. I thank God for all our family and friends, and for being the source and inspiration of my life. 

 -o0o

 

Appendix 1 - Becoming and being a Christian. No-one can make you be a Christian. God himself never forces anyone to be a Christian. But Christianity is open to all. If you seek God with all your heart, he will welcome you. The Bible says so: 

Jeremiah 29.13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. 

 

Luke 11.9 Jesus said "So I say to you: ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened." 

 

2 Timothy 3.16 All Scripture (the Bible) is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, 17 so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work. 

 

 "Christianity is a tremendous personal loyalty to, and friendship with, Christ, which results in living His life and doing His will in the world." Weatherhead - Jesus and ourselves. P172 

 

Appendix 2 Ebenezer Prior 

Ebenezer Prior, when mayor of Chichester

A special edition of ‘Chichester Views and reviews’ in 1895/6 had a long article about Ebenezer Prior which says “The woolstapling business carried on by Mr Ebenezer Prior has a widespread and distinctive celebrity at home and abroad. This is a very old business that has been established over a century, and has always been connected with the same family. It was originally founded by Mr Reeves; and his grandson Mr Ebenezer Prior, the present Chief Magistrate of Chichester, has for many years been sole proprietor and has greatly enhanced the prestige of the business. . . . . . . .Mr Prior is well known for his active interest in the moral as well as the material welfare of the working classes generally, and this is shown especially in the care he takes for the interests of his own employees. Being a strong advocate of total abstinence, he shows a practical desire for keeping his men from the public house, by providing on the premises the means to obtain beverages of a non-alcoholic nature. He has provided a special room equipped with a gas stove, and here the men have the privilege of refreshing themselves with a cup of excellent tea at any time they desire it. This is quite in keeping with Mr Prior’s character. He has for many years taken a leading part in many social, educational and philanthropic movements in the city as well as in public affairs tending to the general welfare. He is President of the Total Abstinence Society, secretary to the Sanitary Association, and a manager of the Lancastrian voluntary Schools. He is at present interesting himself in obtaining good secondary educational advantages for the city. He is an active member of the Board of Guardians, and was largely instrumental in procuring trained instead of pauper nurses in the workhouse, and in obtaining extension of the Poor Law area, as well as altering the dietary table in the workhouse, and in enabling inmates to wear other than pauper uniform when temporarily visiting the outside world. Recently he has been re-elected as Chairman of the Board of Guardians for the 5th time, a recognition of his success in extending the boundary of the Union and amalgamating the 13 parishes into one parish, now the parish of Chichester. Mr Prior was also Chairman of the Rural District Council of Chichester for the whole of its existence. He is Justice of the Peace for both the city of Chichester and the county of Sussex, and has since 1889 been a member of the City Council, of which he is now Chief magistrate. His election to the mayoral chair was a fitting honour. He was for many years vice-chairman of the Drainage, Extension, Lighting and other committees, and succeeded with the co-operation of others in completing against severe opposition the drainage of the city, in extending two borough boundaries, in settling the Lease question on the basis of enfranchisement, in the settlement of the Asylum contribution, and in the consolidation of the city debt and the issue of city stock. Mr Prior is negotiating for the purchase of the water works by the corporation, and has shown himself to be one of the most able, dignified, impartial and public spirited chief magistrates that Chichester has had for many years. Since he was elected mayor in 1895 he has presided at the luncheon given by the Mayor and Corporation to the new Bishop of Chichester after the ceremony of enthronement, all the mayors of Sussex attending in their robes and chains of office. The Mayor, who is himself a nonconformist, belonging to the Independent body, was born in Chichester on October 18th 1848, so that he is a comparatively young man. His private residence is Northleigh House, Tower Street, and he is in telephonic communication with his three warehouses, so that the business in each department is always under the personal control of either Mr Prior or his son.” 

 

-o0o

 

Appendix 3 Lord Shaftesbury: 1801-1885 

Although the son of an earl, Ashley Cooper was neglected and abused. His father bullied him. Bringing him to one of the boarding schools which he would attend, his father knocked down the sensitive boy at the door and advised the tutor to do the same. Ashley carried scars of depression with him all his life. However, over the passage of time, the cruelties the tenderhearted boy had suffered were transformed into good: he was always prone to sympathize with the sufferings of others. Having entered Parliament as a convinced Christian, Ashley soon learned of the horrors that were the lot of the lower classes in England. Shocked by what he heard of the treatment of the insane, he personally toured asylums and learned first-hand what was going on. He then rose in Parliament with the facts and convinced fellow members to take action. Next he tackled the issue of children's working hours. That became a fifteen year fight.

Just to list all the causes Ashley championed would fill most of this page. He laboured long to see that Christian education  --"ragged schools"--  was provided to street urchins. There were then no national schools and had been none since the time of Alfred the Great. He pressed for improved sewage systems. A terrible cholera epidemic which took 50,000 lives nationwide made his point. He backed efforts at evangelization (including the work of Moody and Sankey). He pressed for legislation to end the abominable practices of forcing half-naked women and children to haul coal and pump water long hours in virtual darkness.

 

 Often they were not allowed above ground at all. Boys were freed from work as chimney sweeps thanks to his determination. He combatted white slavery, in which girls were sold into prostitution. Out of his straightened finances (his steward embezzled from him) he did all he could to feed starving children. When he became Lord Shaftesbury he built cottages and improved the amenities of his estate which had been woefully neglected by his self-centered father. Shaftesbury, was an advocate of better housing for the poor. His agitation led to reforms and on this day, August 3, 1872, he laid the foundation stone of a large housing complex named after him at Battersea. Lord Shaftesbury was fierce in his conviction that Christ must be the centre of a living faith.. Yet he was a warm friend of the atheistic Prime Minister Palmerston who gently mocked his belief. The people, however, did not mock. When he preached Christ, they listened with respect. At his funeral, hundreds of thousands of poor stood hatless in a pouring rain to show their love for the man who had loved them. He is credited with possibly preventing revolution and certainly with easing class tensions. Only a few people today are aware of the fact that the statue of Eros in Piccadilly Circus in London is a memorial to Lord Shaftesbury.

 

It is a great tribute to all that he did as a Christian to obtain the freedom of fellow humans from unjust and inhuman working conditions. The statue depicts an arrow of Christian love, piercing the world which is what Shaftesbury's love for his fellow men sought to attain. Prime Minister Gladstone's tribute to Shaftesbury is written round the base of the memorial, and reads "During a public life of half a century he devoted the influence of his station , the strong sympathies of his heart and the power of his mind to honouring God by serving his fellow men, an example to this order a blessing to his people and a name to be by them ever gratefully remembered."