Church life played an important part in the lives of my ancestors. We
were not particularly musical in terms of playing instruments, but I grew up with a background of church music.
I always knew from my father that my maternal great grandfather John Matthews (above) was a prominent member of the Methodist Church in Wolverhampton, but had not delved into research to find out more. But two years ago, I heard, through my blog, from a distant family connection who wished to pass onto a direct descendant of Johnnofrmal;">. Among normal;">collection
was this silver crested baton presented to John in recognition of his service to the church, in particular in his role as conductor of the choir.
The tiny inscription reads:
Presented to John
Matthews
By the Choir and
Congregation of Wesleyan Chapel,
Ladymoor
28.11.04
To hold the baton used by my great grandfather was a delight to me, as the love of choral music has been one of my main interests.
[As a sideline - of course when my granddaughter saw the baton, her first reaction was "Oh - Harry Potter's' wand"!]
A page from the Matthews Family Bible - a weighty tome, more suited to a church lectern tghan a volume for the home.
[As a sideline - of course when my granddaughter saw the baton, her first reaction was "Oh - Harry Potter's' wand"!]
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My uncle Fred Weston (below) was a choir boy at Warwick Parish Church.
My uncle Fred Weston, born 1905 as a choir boy
He was the eldest child of Albert Weston and Mary Barbara Matthews.
He was the eldest child of Albert Weston and Mary Barbara Matthews.
Sadly there is no similar photograph for my father John Percy Weston, who at the age of seven joined the choir at Broseley Church, near Ironbridge, Shropshire. I was very grateful to Broseley Local History Society whose
website featured transcriptions from the local newspaper at the
time the Weston family lived in the town. The
frequent reports on church activities presented a picture of what Dad
could have well been involved in, with Stainer's "Crucifixion" one of his
favourites which he could clearly remember.
Broseley Church
The inscription written in the prayer book presented to my father in 1928
I persuaded Dad (left) to write down an account of his early life and later his war time experiences and was pleased to have these, as I have very few photographs prior to his meeting my mother.
He recalled in Broseley, "Our house was next door to the Wesleyan chapel, and when we were in bed, we could hear the church choir practising.
We had a "palace" organ double keyboard. Mum was very musical and Dad, who, as far as i know had never had a music lesson, played in Coalbrookdale Brass Band and could also play the violin. Mum would play the organ on a Sunday night, and Dad the violin and we would sing hymns from "Ancient & Modern" [The Church of England Hymn Book] and also Methodist hymns."
Dad was very involved in church life, wherever we lived (and we moved around a lot), whether it was as secretary to the Vestry, Vicar's Churchwarden or organizing Christmas Fayres or summer garden fetes. My brother and I attended Sunday School from a young age and I went on to become a choir member and then a Sunday School teacher.
Sunday evenings meant, without fail we had on TV "Songs of Praise" and then on the radio "Sunday Half Hour" - a programme of hymn singing.
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Dad met my mother, Kathleen Danson in Blackpool, Lancashire. She came from nearby Poulton-le-Fylde and her Danson family, traced back to 17, were baptized, married and buried at St. Chad's Church, where I also was baptized and where Dad sang in the choir. But in the course of my family history research into the Danson family I discovered another "church" connection. .
My great uncle George Danson (1893-1916) was killed on the Somme. I traced an obituary in the local press and it included the statement " He was a member of the Poulton Parish Church choir" - I never knew that, but it delighted me to find this other side to his short life.
George Danson
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For
me it was important to have a traditional church wedding. according to
the prayer book, and with a strong musical content. I have sung in
choirs since my primary school days, until recently when I decided it
was time to "retire" my voice. The large sacred choral oratorios remain
among my most memorable concerts, including Handel's "Messiah", Verdi's
"Requiem". Mendelssohn's "Elijah', and works by Mozart and Haydn. Top
of my list has to be the short but beautiful Requiem by Faure.
Thank you to my ancestors for giving me this background.
As a member of the Roxburgh Singers,
taking part in a concert in Kelso Old Parish Church, Scottish Borders
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We just saw Verdi’s Requiem performed in Melbourne last Saturday. Magnificent spine tingling stuff. Must have been fun to have been involved in singing such works.
ReplyDeleteMy grandfather played the organ in church. I can remember he would sneak in improvisations into the music he played as people were entering the church such as Happy Birthday if it was my grandmother’s birthday.
Best wishes
Anne
Thank you, Anne, for your own memories. It is a marvelous experience to sing major works in concert with an orchestra and organ.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading about your family's experiences with church music. I was particularly taken with the image of your dad lying in bed hearing the church choir practicing.
ReplyDeleteLove your granddaughter's reaction to the baton! I agree. Love your narrative and the memories you were able to not only have but incorporate into this post. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful memento of your great grandfather. My mom wash a choir director, and if one of her batons turned up I would be thrilled!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful post. My husband was the only one of five that didn't end up in a church choir. I really liked this narrative.
ReplyDeleteWhat a pleasure to read about how church music runs through your families. And the baton must have been quite a surprise. A great keepsake.
ReplyDeleteI love your pictures.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your memories and lovely comments on my post - much appreciated.
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