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MOTHERING SUNDAY

 

Mothering Sunday—I really had hoped that a few more families would have joined us for what is always a pleasant little service. A service to remember our Mum, who was always there for us, “slow to chide but swift to bless “. I have so many happy memories of my own Mum who died relatively young. A Mum that worked three jobs so that my sister and I never went without, and of my Dad who also worked long hours so that we always had a good home.

 

I have many happy memories of my childhood some painful- like the time I came home with my backside full of splinters, after sliding down the wooden roof of an old shed that had been destroyed together with the house bombing attack in WW2. She had specifically forbidden me to go anywhere near the remains of the place, but it was only across the road and to tempting to ignore for an inquisitive six year old. I was rightly told off before she laid me on the kitchen table and picked out heaven only knows how many splinters. Much to the delight of my little four year old sister, who enjoyably recalled that episode for many years, just to embarrass me.

 

Happier memories of when I used to meet her from work in the evening as sixteen year old and she would ride on the back of my motorcycle with shopping bags perched on either knee. We all have memories of our Mums—I hope yours are as good as mine.

 

This year as always we had a beautiful tray of posies arranged by Judy and Sue from Ridge Village— a big thank you ladies from all the congregation. As we had no Vicar, a member of the congregation, David, confidently led the service for us. As he is not an ordained person he could not give a sermon to but he recounted the story of a little book of prayers that his mother had given him as a child. The book which basically was a prayer for each day was evidently read daily by all of his family and David, who bought the book with him, continues to read it every day. It’s all these little memories of our Mums that make Mothers Day such a special day.                                                                                            Doug Ryan