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THE CHRISTENING
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www.tipperaryhouse.co.uk a story from the heart and beyond THE CHRISTENING
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| Monday August 13th, 1894 |  |
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Didn`t
sleep very well last night, it was too
humid and was still
feeling tired, I was.
Down
back
stairs into the kitchen,
pulled
up the blind and opened the window. Today is going to be a hot one, I`d
say.
Same age as Archibald now. The Christening involved introducing Baby
Master James to the extended family, and the parish community as
he was baptized previously in a quiet private
ceremony. Later, the church fell into neglect and it was taken down.
Some people don`t look after things the way they should
perhaps. I say folks
should never first
neglect
their family, friends or business, and community, but
there`s plenty folk that do and would these days. That`s real sad !
But true
worship
comes from
the inside out, it does, and does not
depend one wit on externals like
buildings. Churches have lost their original purpose because the minds
of many people today are more attracted to worldly things than to
spiritual matters.
And Old
Master Chapman always said too, it was a greatly proportioned
church.
He knew about proportions did Old Master Chapman.
I
think I do
too, know about proportions but in different
ways.
Yes, it
was
a
greatly proportioned
church like he said, but true God and worship
lives within
us,
where many and most sometimes would never think to
look, and see the real right proportion, which is from
the inside out.
Deeds are better than words in life any day. But
it
was grand to be at the full
dedication of the new St.
Swithin's Church at Broadgate, in `88 it were, with all the Chapman
family and
me cousin Edna Wennell from up Rotherham way came down for it.
Aye,
but that earlier christening for Master James in the old
church were a grander day
though, yes -
it were.
Ooh, and they were inserted in those pretty white envelopes
with her visiting-card, they were. People were impressed. Everyone was
impressed. I was impressed too.
Oooh, she did have nimble fingers, did old Mrs Chapman,
she really did. The nimblest in
The
way she tied those white baby ribbons into
those
tiny neat bows and attached them. They were grand.
She`d only see visitors in the afternoon, never in the morning, and
always dressed
to receive them in her pretty dainty blue house-gown. Lots of
blues and pale blue. I
liked that
gown.
She would then carefully choose her accessories according to the hour
and occasion. She always looked nice in it with its high neckline, long
sleeves, and very little jewellery,
I always made sure to have Master James in his clean fresh white robe
too,
the one his father was christened in before him, she
liked that she did, did Mrs. Chapman. Took me ages to get it right with
the
flat-iron.
I recall, Baby Master James was such a tiny little thing, he could have
fitted inside a quart mug, he could. Bless him !
She knew I was thoughtful about things, and I am. We had a rich plum
cake that I was allowed to make for that day, a secret recipe from me
mam Hannah,
ooh I were right proud
of that cake when they took every bite.
She
was a grand lady was old Mrs Chapman. I miss her, I really do.
Baby
Master James, got a silver baby`s rattle in a
pretty case with red lining in it, and a silver and ivory teething ring
from his two godfathers, and his grandfather gave him a shiny gold
sovereign.
What a lucky lad !
They showed respect, they
did. I
like respect. I always think that folk cannot take
away self-respect
if we don`t hand it over like some folk do, and they do often without
realising it either !
Like the Baxter`s in
Dysart
Road. But saying that, we are all something, but none of us are
everything,
mind. None of us are everything, that`s right. How could we be ?
Met Mrs.
Woodhouse up Swinegate later. Nice lass, she is. She was
talking about
that roudy Baxter family again over in
Least said soonest mended is the best way to be. A wild
goose never laid a tame egg as me mam always said. She said the
poor do
penance for the follies of their superiors, she was right.
Me mam, Hannah Wennell was right
again. Mrs. Woodhouse howled, she did.
Well,
they looked at me quite startled, poor mites, it was hard to hold a
straight face, it was. Then
young Tim started calling me Polly Wolly Doodle again and we all
started to
sing it along.
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Fare thee well, fare thee
well, fare thee well my fairy Fay for I'm off to Lou'siana
for to see my Susyanna sing Polly wolly doodle all the day |
6:00pm
–Master
James gets home from
7:00pm
–The
Skipworths arrived for dinner. Got Molly, our "daily girl"
over from
The
dinner seemed to go well, I`d say. I was pleased with how the roast
pork turned
out too. They ended up doing charades and riddles in the front
parlour, a good time was had by all by all
appearances.
10:30pm
– Had
a quick kitchen supper of bread and cheddar cheese and cleaned the boys
shoes for tomorrow`s trip to Boston and the new docks, I hope that they
will
have a
good day.
Had a little read from me book "The Heart of Midlothian" by that nice
Mr. Scott, and then closed the book at page 39 for
sleep.
POLLY`S DIARIES
RECIPE ( Guess, it`s not a secret anymore !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
)
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ST.
SWITHIN`S CHURCH, LINCOLN St. Swithin's Church, Lincoln which was once described as "the finest of Lincoln's modern churches". Acknowledged to be James Fowler's finest work. The original was ruined by a fire in 1644, rebuilt in stone in 1801 and this building was a replacement to that church and had it`s final dedication in 1888. There is an interesting original `spiritual` altar prior to Christianity there, which was discovered during excavations for the tower, and which is kept on display. |
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