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Ridley Scott’s new Robin Hood to be shot in Pembrokeshire

Ridley Scott’s New Robin Hood

I was very to happy to hear that my favourite part of Wales was to be used for a new film, by Ridley Scott.  Pembrokeshire has been chosen for Ridley Scott’s new “Robin Hood production. Ridley Scott great British director who has produced such classics such as "Alien", "Gladiator", and "The Kingdom of Heaven".

 

At the same time I am very disappointed that Wales with its colorful and rich history, with ancient heroes such as Glyndwr, Rhys Ap Gruffydd (the Lord Rhys and a local lad) and even local Robin Hood characters such as Twm Sion Cati (16th Century hero) . Or even the modern classics by Alexander Cordell

 

Is it not time that the Welsh need a little of the Hollywood treatment.?

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March 30, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Welsh Schools fit for the 21st Century. Or Welsh schools killing teachers and pupils because of Asbestos

 

 

 

http://www.asbestosnetwork.com/exposure/ex_publicplace_school.htm

I wonder if this report in today’s Western Mail is real good news for education in Wales? Especially when  you consider the 160 Million Pound cut in the 2009-10 WAG* education budget

 

Well I wonder how really great this. Especially since the WAG budget for education has a 160 Million pound cut in it?

 

Now a new development has come to light. It seems that the asbestos that most of us knew were in Welsh schools has finally come to light in this report in the Western Mail.

 

Though LEA’s are responsible for remedying this situation. How can they with limited financial resources plus years of a lack of investment that has been going on in Welsh education.

 

Thousands of teachers and kids are at risk and this needs to be fixed before the lawsuits begin!

March 27, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

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The Hugo Chávez Show

A very fair minded documentary by the US PBS program on Hugo Chavez. I think his fan club in Wales should take note!

 

March 25, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

St. Mary’s Church Caerau-with-Ely, Cardiff

fj_reflects  Fr Victor Jones-Father Restorer-The Parish Church of Caerau

In the working class suburb of Cardiff that I spent many happy years growing up. We lived at the bottom of an Iron Age hill fort. It was crowned with a 13th century church that was dedicated to the Blessed Virgin Mary, built in  the early English style with  rare “saddleback” tower. (very few are still in existence). Sadly the Church (the Parish Church) was closed in 1957 due to the pressure of the surrounding suburb (Ely) and the problem of ever diminishing clerical manpower St Mary’s was replaced by the new church St Timothy in Heol Pennar. It was the vision of an extraordinary man Fr Victor Jones (Assistant Curate in the parish of Caerau With Ely) to restore the old parish church (the roof had been removed). He mobilized the whole community to rebuild this treasure and restored the soul of the people of Caerau with Ely I have reproduced is story below, along with that of one of his supporters (a very good friend of mine, now living with our Lord himself).

Fr Jones left the parish in 1962 to become a navy chaplain. His successors were not keen on promoting the church, and decline and vandalism followed in its course. It as finally closed in 1973, and the roof removed. The Church in Wales “in its wisdom” sold it to the local council for a quid (one pound). After that I was vandalised and deteriorated so badly that it was scheduled to be demolished, if it was not for the hard work of two determined ladies Rosemary Lewis and Delia Jay who founded the “Friends of St Mary’s” They badgered the local Council (Cardiff Council) into partly restoring the tower.

I would like to gone one step further and turn the area into living history centre, that would help put the area on the map and heal some of bad things that have happened to the community. Below I have printed two accounts of the rebuilding the first by Father Jones, and the second by Mr Charles Jewell.

This story is of 

St. Mary’s Church Caerau-with-Ely, Cardiff

By the Reverend Victor Jones

I was ordained in 1955 by the Archbishop of Wales, the Right Reverend John Morgan, in St. Dyfrig’s Church, Cardiff. I served for two years as a Curate in St. Luke’s Church, Canton with Father John Read. I was then asked by the Archbishop if I would go to Ely where a new church was to be opened on the new housing estate on what was once the Ely Racecourse. It was to be a dual purpose building, a church-cum-hall. It took only a week to construct and when finished it looked like a Nissen Hut. I was told that I could choose its name, so I chose St. Timothy as he was a young man and the parish was full of young people. My wife, Margaret and my baby daughter Ruth, moved into 96 Heol Carnau in September and we stayed for a little under five years.

The name of the parish was Caerau-with-Ely, and on the hill on the outskirts of the parish stood the old parish church of St. Mary’s, next to a Roman Camp and an Iron-Age Fort. In 1957, before my arrival in Ely, the church of St. Mary was officially closed down, deconsecrated, the roof taken off, and left to the mercy of the elements, the vandals of Ely, and the mercy of God.

Young people helping with the rebuilding.

I was very busy at St. Timothy’s. On the first Sunday the 8 o’clock Communion Service was packed with over 200 people, and the first Sunday School later in the day with even more children. For two years we struggled on trying to cope with the large and increasing numbers. There were nearly 50 Confirmation Candidates each year, most teenagers. Sometimes the Bishop of Llandaff, the Right Reverend Glyn Simon, would come to assist with the chalice at the 8 o’clock service, and stay for breakfast. The parishioners had come to Ely from every part of Cardiff that had been blitzed during the war. St. Timothy’s became the only focal point to bring them together. It was clear to me that another church was needed and I put it to the Bishop. His reply was, "You have not yet finished paying for this one, they cost £10,000 each." One day I walked up to the old church on the hill and took with me Mr. Charles Jewell, a Server and Sidesman in St. Tim’s, and a bus driver for Cardiff Corporation. The vandals had been very busy and in one place the wall had been pulled down almost to the ground. A huge hole in the tower wall showed where thieves had broken in and stolen the bronze bell. It looked a ruin and a mess, but the amazing thing was that the old Communion Rail, made of wood and wrought iron, was still in place. I knelt at the rail and Charles Jewell did also. We prayed in silence, and when we got up I knew what I was going to do, rebuild the church around this Communion Rail.

I said as such to Charles Jewell and he replied, "Yes, and I will help you as much as I can." I phoned the Bishop and told him all the above and asked to see him. I asked for his permission to rebuild the old church and he said "Yes" and smiled, but he knew that I meant it, but thought I was mad. On the following Monday morning at the clergy staff meeting in the Vicar’s study at St. David’s Vicarage, I told the Vicar, the Reverend Redvers Evans, what I had done. I had not once discussed it with him, after all, he had been the one who closed the church and made it a ruin. When I told the parishioners what was happening they were delighted, especially Mr and Mrs John, an old Caerau family. It was towards the end of 1958 that I began going up to the church in the early evening to clear away the mountain of stone and rubble that had been pulled down from the walls. I had many willing helpers. Boys and girls from my Scouts and Youth Clubs found it a great game and had lots of fun sorting out the stones into heaps and clearing away rubble. The men of St. Timothy’s were all in full time employment during the day, but whenever they had some free time they would come to help, but most of my helpers at this time were young people. Quite a few marriages were to come from this in the future, Michael and Margaret, Roger and Josie, to name a few. The walls of the church were three feet thick so a lot of stone would be needed. I went to the Wenvoe Quarry, two miles away, and told them what I was doing. They let me have all the stone I required, free of charge, and delivered to the site. There was the Mortar Works in Mill Road, at the lower end of Ely, and I went there and said, "I am Father Jones from St. Tim’s and I am rebuilding St. Mary’s Church. I have got stone, but I have no mortar and no money." The next day 3 cubic yards of mortar were delivered to the church, free of charge, and this went on many times until the work was finished. The first job was to fill in the hole in the tower. This was done from a ladder, one stone carried up at a time, then a bucket of mortar, and so on. Then I set to work on the North wall which was down to the ground. I had never laid a stone or a brick in my life before, but I was now learning. There were no craftsmen to help me, we were all learners. Mr. John was an engine-driver, Harold Hillard was a wheel tapper on the GWR, Ken Pinches was a shoe maker and repairer, Michael Vaudin was a farmer, Charlie Jewell was a bus driver, Tony Keogh was a rent collector, Roger Balkwill was a student.

Scaffolding on t
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One Saturday afternoon I was laying stones on the south wall when a family walked through the churchyard. It was a very popular walk for Ely people on a nice day to the Iron-Age Fort. A man’s voice called out, "Hey, Father Jones, catch this" and he threw up to me an 8 inch bricklayer’s trowel, brand new. The one I had been using was a 4 inch, a mere toy. He said he was a Roman Catholic. All through the summer of 1958 the walls grew higher every day, but vandalism was still going on, and work I had done one evening would be pulled down the next. I asked the Police for help, but was told, "Sorry Father Jones, don’t bring them to us, but if you catch them slap them hard, only use the flat of your hand." We never caught them, except one, I nicknamed him the Ox. When it came to building the wall over the chancel arch, the ladder had to be moved often and this made the work slow and tedious. I was able to scrounge some scaffolding from a local builder and was working from that. It was 30 feet high and 6 feet square, with three platforms. I came up to the church one evening, alone as usual, and found the scaffolding on the floor, twisted and unusable. There was still 3 feet of the gable to be done. Somebody told me that a young man had done it. He was a big boy, built like an ox, about 18 years old. One afternoon, as I was visiting in Heol Poyston, I knocked on a door and it was opened by a woman. "Hello Mrs …, I am Father Jones from St. Tim’s, and I am rebuilding St. Mary’s Church on the hill. You can tell your son, ……, that he can be pleased with himself because he has made my work twice as hard and twice as long, he will be proud of himself." The next evening I was up at the church working on the ladder on the gable when I heard a noise below me. I looked down and saw the Ox, he was alone and looked very big. I thought, "This is it, he is going to get his own back because I spoke to his mother." He said nothing, except one word "Catch", and he picked up a stone and tossed it up to me. All I had to do was pluck it out of the air, and place it on the wall. He stayed there all evening until I had finished the gable, then without a word he left. I thought, "What a lesson in Penitence."

The walls of the church were now finished, and that was also how I felt. It seemed to me the work was endless and progress so slow. I had a break and came up to the church a few days later one sunny afternoon, not to work, just to look. As I stood there thinking and praying and feeling very low, "Can I finish it? Will I finish it? Then the answer came in a wonderful way. I was standing facing the east wall, the sun was high in the afternoon sky. Then the shadow of that cross appeared on the east wall, where the altar would be. It was as if God had spoken to me direct. "You will finish it" and I never had any doubt after that moment. If you think about it and of all the conditions that had to be met for it to happen, then it was a supernatural event, a miracle. It had never happened before and it would never happen again. The roof had to be off, the sun had to be shining in a cloudless sky, the position of the sun was critical and, lastly, I had to be there at the exact moment. Those conditions were all met that day.

Altar and ladder.

The easy part was over and the hard part about to begin, the roof. Before tackling the roof, I decided to add a small vestry to the north side of the church to complete the cruciform shape of the church. It would match the porch, but it would have an inside wall of brick, not stone, with a window looking out on the churchyard. I went to the Ely Brickworks and told them my story. They said they had already heard it on the radio and read it in the newspapers, the Daily Mirror and the South Wales Echo. They gave me as many bricks as I needed and delivered them to the church. St. Mary’s still had a lot of friends.

As a result of the radio broadcast I had made, and the stories and pictures published in the papers, which parishioners sent to their relatives living abroad, I began to receive letters of encouragement and generous donations from complete strangers, who at some time or other had connections with St. Mary’s Church. They came from Canada, the United States, South Africa, New Zealand, and Middle Eastern countries. Expenses had not been great so far, but the next stage would cost a lot more than we had, and those contributions would be a great help. Mr. Arthur John was the Treasurer and he organised a Bingo evening in St. Timothy’s every Monday which brought in a lot of money. He also arranged a Football Lottery which paid a weekly prize to the holder of the winning ticket. Many ladies from St. Timothy’s helped in the kitchen on Monday evenings to provide tea and refreshments to the Bingo players. My mother was a keen Bingo player and she enjoyed her Monday night out.

The font.

I possessed a book called Building Construction. In it was a picture of a King-Post-Truss which was designed for a building the same size as St. Mary’s. It was made of Oregon Pine and the tie-beam was 11" x 4" and spanned 30 feet from wall to wall. Other timbers were just as sturdy, and purlins and rafters were all included. The wall plates were 12" x 4" and the trusses would sit on them. The Ridge Board was 12" x 2". I can see it all now so clearly, though it was over 50 years ago from this time of writing. The roof would be covered with 1" T&G matchboarding, roofing felt, battens, and slates. I went to Robinson David Timber Company and explained what I wanted. Unbelievably, the David side of the Company had connections with St. Mary’s, and it meant we were given some discount. Soon timber was being delivered to St. Timothy’s and the only place to stack it was around the walls. It could not stay there for long so I had to get busy. Every joint had to be cut using hand tools. I worked alone for several weeks to complete the trusses. The iron-work required to hold them together was made and given by Mr. David …? The husband of one of the twin daughters of the David Farm on Caerau Hill. This David also made and gave the four wrought-iron chandeliers that gave the church an elegant air. David was a great helper and supporter. The day came when the roof timbers were to be erected on site. An army of men and boys turned up, and many girl friends and family members came to watch and cheer. It took all of one Saturday to do. I had already put the wall-plates in position. We were blessed with fine weather. St. Mary’s began to look like a church again. It took several more weeks to complete the roof. It was covered by 1" T&G matchboarding, roofing felt, battens, and slates. I had spoken to the Works Manager of Cardiff City Council and told him that I needed slates. He provided, free, several thousand Princess Slates, 24" x 12" which had been carefully removed from buildings being demolished in the city. I found someone who said he would put them up, for a price. He did a terrible job and the whole lot had to be taken off and the job done again by a competent slater. The roof was now complete and St. Mary’s looked like a real church again.

The next stage was the interior. The floor was bare earth. I levelled it off and marked it out into sections. When this was done I ordered the concrete and 3 cubic yards were dropped outside the church door. With the help of Roger Balkwill, our young organist at St. Timothy’s, each section was filled in and screeded level. We had only one wheelbarrow and one shovel. We had to work non-stop until all the load was laid, and it was very hard work as we got to the end of the load as it was hardening off. Roger loaded the barrow and wheeled it to me. It took a whole week, working every evening to finish the floor. In the process we
covered over an underground crypt containing human bones.

Later on I covered the whole floor with 12" Marley tiles, red and black. The smell of the glue was awful, like cat’s …. The walls had to be plastered next. Earlier on a part of the wall was found to have remains of medieval plaster and parts of a mural. A diocesan adviser came to have a look and we were told to cover it up. A skilled plasterer was paid to do the work and when finished it looked so different. The weather was still good and everything dried out properly.

The altar.

At this point I approached the City and County Councils and asked if they could put an electricity supply to the church. It was done within weeks by overhead cable, and the road to the church was also repaired. Both Councils could not have been more helpful. David from Caerau Farm then came and fitted the wrought-iron chandeliers and electric heaters were also fitted on the tie-beams. Winter was now approaching and the dark evenings would make work difficult, but there was still much to be done. During that winter I made the pulpit and lectern, and my workshop was the gents toilet in St. Timothy’s.

My next door neighbour, in 98 Heol Carnau, Mr. Howard Verey, offered to make the choir stalls. They were made of Japanese figured oak, and were absolutely first class. Howard and I were both coach-builders by trade and worked together at the Western Welsh Bus Depot in Cowbridge Road, in the parish. We were about the same age. Howard must have wondered how it was possible to pass from coach-building to church building??

Strangely enough there was no vandalism to the church at this time, the winter of 1959, nor during the remainder of my time in the parish. The vandals had instead turned their attention to St. Timothy’s. Stones were thrown at almost all of the windows which were all of Georgian wired glass. A large store shed I had built was burned down and a trellis I had put up across the front of the church was pulled down and wrecked. The wreckage ended up supporting Mr. John’s roses at his home in Cowbridge Road, so some good came of it. With the return of Spring we began to prepare for the opening of the church. Shopping lists were prepared of all items needed to function as a church again. The Altar Cross and candle-sticks were given by Mr. and Mrs. John. The Communion vessels and cruets, alms dish, chalice and paten were given by other families in memory of their loved ones. Miss Olwen Curtis and her brother Tom, gave a chalice and paten. A processional Cross came from another family. I wish I could remember all their names.

The seating arrangements would be by chairs, battened together in accordance with regulations. The ancient font was placed on a stone plinth beneath the tower and this became the Baptistry. The Greek Orthodox Church in Cardiff gave us a beautiful triptych of Byzantine Art, which was placed in the Baptistry on the west wall. A statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary with Child was given by the parish of All Saints, Llandaff North, and stood on a corbel on the south wall of the church.

One of the last things to do before completion was to paint the interior of the church. It was decided to put a damp-sealer on the wall first, and one evening a number of men turned up to do this. Mr. John, Harold Hillard, Ken Pinches, Len Arrowsmith, Charlie Jewell, Roger Balkwill and myself. Because it was an evening job the outside door was kept closed. Unknown to us the sealant gave off very powerful fumes and Harold Hillard became very breathless and was quite ill for a few days. We finished the job and painted the interior white. The result was breath-taking. The following week the furnishings were put in place, chairs, kneelers, choir stalls, lectern with Bible, and the altar furnishings. The altar was decorated with white flowers in brass vases. Everything that was needed had been given by the parishioners and friends of St. Mary’s.

Church dignitaries at the reconsecration. Father Jones is on the right.

The Bishop was informed and a date arranged with the Vicar for the re-consecration and hallowing of the building.

A marquee was hired for the day for the clergy to robe in, the Bishop, his Registrar, the Archdeacon, the venerable Gwynno James, who preached the sermon, the Vicar and church-wardens. Crowds of people had come to witness the occasion. The church was full and many had to stand outside, including myself and most of the other workers. The weather could have been better. It was mid 1960. I was feeling tired and worn out, and spiritually exhausted. Later on the Bishop made an appeal for money to build more churches like St. Timothy’s in the diocese. I asked him to make me his church builder, but he refused. My thoughts turned to the Royal Navy, which I had always hoped to join since my ordination. In January 1962 I left Ely to become a Naval Chaplain, and left St. Mary’s and St. Timothy’s for others to care for.

I have often wondered whether I had done the right thing. Should I have stayed?????

 


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The Little Church on the Hill

By Charles Jewell

1981

In the year 1260 it was rumoured that in a little known hamlet there had been a Christian community practising their faith. Now these good people, although few in number decided to make contact with the larger community of the church of St. John, and also the Resident Bishop of Llandaff, whereby, together they would build a small country church.

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Mr and Mrs Charles and Phyllis Jewell, taken outside St Mary’s Church in 1965 on the occasion on their daughter Jean’s wedding. By kind permission of Jean Evans.

It would be hard to visualise the great task being undertaken at that time, for the site chosen was in a small field high up on a steep hill, overlooking the distant countryside now known as the "Vale of Glamorgan". The church itself would be of stone, and one should imagine the roof of thatch. "How did these good people tackle the transportation of material required up so steep a hill?" "Where to obtain the many tons of stone, timber and mortar required?" And most important, the skills and labour needed to complete the task. There surely must have been talk of finance – "How much will it cost?" and above all else "Will this project be worth the effort and time?"

The decision was made to build. It would be worth the effort – the problems would be overcome, and when completed this
little church would be consecrated to God’s glory and called "Saint Mary’s Caerau" and the good people though few in number would look on it with pride, and know deep in their hearts that their little church would withstand any future natural elements, and would also provide for the future religious comforts of people throughout the centuries.

If one were to look closely at the stonework and study the stone itself, it would be seen that on some stones are attached limpet shells. "Where did these limpets originate except by the sea?" Such questions in the 20th century will remain unanswered.

This small country church, were it able to record its past history (records lost) would be most interesting to read, study and learn. One can imagine a roving clergyman on horseback travelling long distances to officiate at the services, and to bring the sacraments to the congregation and also to the sick. When one comes to think of the risks taken during these journeys, they must have been many. Did these dedicated men run the risk of being waylaid by thieves, thugs and bullies? They surely must have been, for is it not obvious that even today in the twentieth century such thieves (muggers), thugs and bullies carry on their nefarious business on the very ground which these dedicated men walked on through the centuries.

This little church in the 17th century between the years 1641 to 1647 was the scene of a dastardly bit of business, there being a conflict of divided loyalties between two warring factions – Royalist and Roundheads. Rumour has it that Oliver’s men did take possession of this small church and used it not for a virtuous religious cause but for evil intent – not being satisfied with using the tower for a look-out against the Royalist forces, they desecrated the burial places of some nobility interned inside the church to see if these late departed were laying at rest in lead coffins – lead being of some value. Anyhow be that as it may, these fellows evidently spotted the poor "Royalists" somewhere near Saint Fagans – gave them a "licking" and slaughtered many of these unfortunates that it again is rumoured the streams ran "Red with their blood".

The Royalist forces evidently consisted of untrained, undisciplined peasant farmers, who were armed with farming implements and bludgeons, whilst Cromwell’s men were well trained and disciplined, having only one weakness, a passion for lead coffins, which again it is rumoured were taken from Saint Mary’s church on the hill. Poor old Saint Mary’s survived these atrocities as it must have survived other unknown troubles during the previous 400 years of its existence.

Time passes by, the centuries continue to allow by God’s Good Grace this small church to bestow its blessings on the community, but it survived and lived. This little church on the hill saw much suffering, joy and progress. The village of Caerau grew in population and people of various racial beliefs and nationalities settled within its precincts. It was then decided, during the 20th century, to build a "church come hall" and name this place of worship St. Timothy’s which would administer to the ever growing population. Now, that is where things went wrong for poor old Saint Mary’s. After surviving 800 years against the elements, human squabbles, religious and other disagreements, it was decided to close this lovely little church, seal its windows and doors so that it would remain as an ancient monument to medieval Christianity.

The closing of Saint Mary’s church brought much sorrow and trouble to Caerau. This little church having withstood the centuries in honour and glory, now, in the 20th century, it was desecrated and suffered the indignity of being violently abused by a minority of individuals of low moral standing.

During the 1939 to 1945 period of hostilities many men, women and children suffered greatly in Europe, Middle East and Far East. This little island of ours withstood many trials and tribulations in order to survive. The people of these British Isles and Northern Island, together with many of the courageous men and women of the south fought against evil forces and eventually emerged "victorious". When hostilities ceased there emerged a group of good people known as "The Do-Gooders". These people had very good moral intentions to make this a "Dream World" – a better place for people to live in harmony, and peace together. Poor misguided "Do-Gooders" unknowingly were really doing more harm than good, and many law abiding citizens suffered as a result. It is not a bit of use trying to educate misfits to learn about human dignity, and honour by condoning their actions against society in moderating punishment. Moderation and indiscipline tend to make a mockery of justice, and encourages misfits to further their evil intents without much fear of retribution. Saint Mary’s church suffered as a result and within a short time after closing, was vandalised and brought to ruin. These poor misguided ‘Creatures’ destroyed in a matter of weeks a little piece of ancient history which for eight centuries survived so much and loved. Now in this "Do Good" age of moderation, and sympathy for misfits Saint Mary’s died, and shame to the "Civilised" 20th Century in allowing such wickedness to go unpunished.

When Saint Timothy’s church commenced serving the community in place of St. Mary’s, the new curate, a young man of many talents built up a good gathering of people of various ages. A Youth Club flourished, Scouts and Guides attended services, and the curate was much admired for his enthusiastic optimism and cheerful disposition. The curate was a man of action, determined to see that St. Mary’s church ruin would be re-built and would again function as a place of worship. Can anyone today visualise the impossible task he intended to fulfil? Here is a ruin, desolate, and in some places destroyed right down to its foundation and his only means of transport was a small motor scooter. "Ye Gods he must have been Crazy."

It takes all sorts to make a community, and in that particular community resided a few more "Crazy" types – one being a bus driver. Now this bus driver enjoyed spending his leisure hours in the churchyard reading and sleeping during summer days. Often this man looked in pity and sorrow at the poor old church, and felt even pity for the stupid people who laid this building to waste.

One warm afternoon having completed an early spell of duty, this particular bus man decided to spend the afternoon in the old church cemetery reading and dozing. It so happened unbeknown to each other that the curate also decided to take a look at the little ruin. The curate sights the bus driver, and the bus driver said to himself, "Oh gosh, here comes the sky pilot – Hells Bells." The curate makes himself known to the bus driver who also returned the compliment. Conversation followed, the bus driver learned that the curate had served in the Royal Navy as a Blue Jacket and had been a "Bunting Tosser", and the curate learned that the bus driver had also served in the Royal Navy as a seaman gunner between the years, 1938-1945. Yarns were told, and a mutual understanding and friendship developed till the curate said "Do you think it can be re-built?" (the church). The bus driver replied, "Impossible". The curate said "I think we could", the bus driver again said "Impossible", the curate said "Let’s try", the bus driver said "Whereby", the curate said "The Communion Rails can be removed as they are still inside the church," the bus driver said "Let’s start" and the curate said "More will come and assist us, and we will succeed in re-building this little church." The bus driver replies "We’re both crazy" and work commenced on bringing to life the little church on the hill.

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ails for renovation which were transported by the Curate’s scooter to his residence, rubble and stone were removed from inside the ruin in preparation for the task that was about to be undertaken. Within a matter of days more and more people out of curiosity, and also with good intent, assisted in the reconstruction. As the old song about "coconuts" states "There were big ones, small ones," etc. So were these people – young, middle-aged, elderly – all working together, determined to complete the reconstruction against all odds and to win. It certainly was not without its problems as in the year 1260 – as a matter of fact the odds against success were greater in the 1950’s than in the 1260’s. Let’s tackle the problems in proper perspective – finance – negative, material – negative, transport – negative, power – negative, equipment – negative, just like "Old Mother Hubbard who went to the cupboard" it was bare, and to make matters even worse were the vandals intent on destroying even more the efforts of the people working so hard. It seems strange that according to the aforesaid "Do Gooders" a vandal is really not doing any harm in causing damage to property, and law breaking – A Vandal, whether male or female is only giving vent to frustration, and a grudge to society, and must be treated with care and kindness so that he, or she, will eventually learn from others. Perhaps one day these "Prophets of Wisdom" will prove themselves to be right in their judgment – but today like "Ships without rudders and sailors without knives" these poor "High spirited individuals" will never reach maturity unless they be secured with a "Round turn and two half hitches" and a jury rudder be utilised to assist them in steering a straight course.

Having mentioned the problems which were numerous one must be fair and weigh up the odds against the problems and strike a balance. Volunteers – fair number; skilled labour – free and good, community spirit – excellent, time and labour – excellent. All services rendered free, and above all else a challenge accepted with a determination to win. So it was actually a foregone conclusion that without any shadow of doubt, this small band of workers – men, women, children, youth club members, boy scouts, girl guides and many other people of various denominations and colour would far outclass the obstacles and opposition.

Whilst work continued on the "Hill" there were the so-called "Back-room boys and girls" working quietly behind the scenes – financial assistance arrived quite regularly when required. This money was obtained by various means – the usual way being jumble sales – scheming – and even bingo – where at the mere mention of that 5 lettered word in those days shamefully raised a few hands in horror. It is a known fact that all "Christians are Sinners" they even admit it by going so far as to call themselves "Miserable Sinners" and ask forgiveness, go to church and then breathe a breath of relief till they next return.

It was obvious that using a scooter for transporting materials up the hill was asking a little too much of its capabilities – and there is a saying that "God works in a mysterious way" but that little scooter somehow or other must have been overlooked, in other words, "God did not let his countenance shine upon it" to enable it to perform miracles, but, strange as it may seem "God’s countenance" did shine upon something much more capable – it was an old lorry owned by one called Mervyn (Pass me the hammer). Now Mervyn was a performer of miracles living in a council house on the "New Estate" and would be seen most Sunday mornings performing miracles on his old faithful lorry by knocking into it (not the breath of life) "The hammer of continued performance" in preparation for its next week’s work. All these miracles were performed in Joe’s yard in Heol Trelai where all future "MOT failures" were kept when not in use for family pleasures. Mervyn was a great man and would bestow his "Blessings" on any motorist who should happen to be sore oppressed with mechanical troubles. All one would have to say is "Mervyn, can you help me, I have trouble with my windscreen wiper motor?" and Mervyn would look in pity on the individual concerned and reply "Pass me the Hammer" – there would then be a bang in the troubled spot, Mervyn would say, "Try it now" and one could rest assured that, that troublesome motor would have a new lease of life (reminding me of his 20th century disciple’s – for even though he spent his Sundays in Joe’s yard and never went to church he performed many miracles and gave freely his services his old faithfully lorry – and much of his time transporting heavy timer, stone and materials up the hill. He was a good man much admired, and appreciated. The good Lord most certainly let his countenance shine upon Mervyn and his ancient lorry.

Work progressed – copper coins, cigarette packets (empty), various objects were built into the stonework – a small vestry was added and a volunteer craftsman did the brick building. At times it would be heart breaking to return and find many hours of hard work knocked down – the heavy stones which had taken many hours to erect would, before the mortar had set be knocked down again when the workers retired during the hours of darkness. This attempted destruction was done by vandals, and misguided idiots with so-called "High Spirits". Volunteers remained behind after dark to try and protect the work done from harm, then it was decided to combat the "High Spirited" destroyers with a few real "Spirits". It was noted that one cold evening there was clothed two individuals in garments of medieval origin – one by the name of Dennis and had a duffle-coat and hood which when worn looked like a monk of olden times, the other had a brilliant yellow ‘T’ shirt which really was quite dazzling. These two chaps decided to "Haunt" the cemetery in the moonlight and hide between the tombstones having the full moon at their rear. During the late hours when all was at peace voices were heard, the gate opened and the "High Spirited Heroes" entered preparing to impede the progress of the evening’s labours. Suddenly there appeared in the graveyard a hooded figure and a bright "spectre" of spiritual appearance rising as if from the grave. The spectators of this scene were suddenly sore afraid and, with shouts of alarm retreated far more rapidly than they entered. Evidently they made contact with other intended villains and the "Spectres" in the grave yard heard conversation warning the others not to enter. The conversation heard when something like this. "Don’t go in there, its haunted." Someone replied, "Don’t be daft". Then again "I tell you we saw them." Evidently there must have been two "Heroes" who had their doubts about ghosts and were quite prepared to face the unknown, so, with much bravado entered the churchyard. At the appropriate moment the "Spectre" said to the "Monk" – "Now" and both ghosts suddenly appeared as if from the grave. This vision must have alarmed the "Heroes" greatly for both beat a hasty retreat forgetting in their hurry to close the gate. After this little incident peace returned to the little church and work continued much more rapidly without any further setbacks.

On the new estate were two cottages sited for many years near Caerau Road. Unfortunately, "Rose Cottages" as they were called impeded the progressive extension of the road works and had to be pulled down. This was a pity for the cottages, but a blessing for Saint Mary’s – stone and slates from the cottages helped to put the finishing touches to the church and there was great rejoicing. Much had been achieved, but unfortunately the "Ancient" bell in the tower could not b
e rung in victory, as thieves had during reconstruction knocked a hole in the tower and removed the bell with the intention of selling it for its metallic value. This removal was just one of the setbacks suffered during re-building. The thieves concerned may have had some financial gain, but one can rest assured that retribution will surely follow sooner or later, and remorse for such actions will be the result.

Church furnishings were installed, a new stone altar was built and dated 1260-1960. The old font was prepared for future "New Entrants". The Bishop was called upon to re-dedicate Saint Mary’s for service to the community. The ladies provided tea, buns and cakes, and once again services were resumed as of old.

Babies were baptized, and happy couples married. But alas, all was not well for the old church as will be related with sadness later. In the meantime one must not forget to recall some happy, if not sombre incidents that occurred during rebuilding.

During construction the wives and sweethearts not gainfully employed in arduous duties, every evening provided refreshments for the workers during break, and all manner of goodies were spread on a table (flat tombstone) provided. No objections were raised by the occupants interned below. Now to dine and drink tea necessitated the washing of hands for the removal of grit and mortar. As the good Lord provided the material required, together with the labour, he also provided the clean water for the washing of hands by way of an underground stream protruding through an outlet pipe in an adjoining field. It so happened that on one particular day a recently departed desired a wish to be interned in the cemetery. The grave was opened in preparation, and low and behold running right through the grave yard was an underground stream. Evidently the mourners had no desire to let the "late departed" be laid to rest in such a wet place and forthwith transferred the burial to take place somewhere else. The curate remarked to the bus driver "What do you think? (both were looking in the open grave). The bus driver replied, "It’s a little wet down there." The curate remarked that this was rather silly over a drop of water in a grave yard. Both men thought rather deeply and must both have been of one mind. Between 1939 and 1945 many of their shipmates were lying in wet graves, and if they had not been so fortunate enough to survive would have raised no objection in joining them. The underground stream emerged through to the outlet pipe in the adjoining field, the water being used for the washing of hands prior to dining during break, and believe me that was good clean water which gave us good clean hands for which to eat our sandwiches and goodies provided by the dear ladies.

As the time passed the curate had the urge to rejoin the Royal Navy in order to serve the spiritual needs of the serving officers, and a few ratings needing guidance. This made the bus driver feel a little sad on hearing of the curate’s intentions, but having himself served in the Royal Navy, realised that the curate’s dedication of religious services were far more urgently needed for redeeming the officers to help them see the error of their ways. It is said in the annals of seafaring history that many sinners will be "Lost" and end down below, but those who sail the seas alone see the "Glories of God", and his marvels, and these men are assured of sitting on the "Right Hand", allowances being made for a few officer types, but I doubt if there would be more than a few dozen at the most. Therefore the curate answered the call to rejoin the navy as he himself must have realised the urgency having himself served on the lower deck.

I must not forget to mention a big disappointment during rebuilding suffered by the curate and the bus driver. As previously written there were no records about the little church and its past religious history. Visualise two "retired" seamen searching for some trace of an underground cellar – the afternoon was quite hot with the sun streaming down, whilst somewhere beneath their feet covered in rubbish and dust could be a cellar long hidden from human eye! Always in tropical climes the seamen were provided with refreshing drinks made of limes in order to quench their parched throats. Hence throughout the world those who sailed under the "Red Duster" were known as "Limies", whilst those who sailed under the White Ensign received a daily tot of rum commonly called "Nelson’s Blood", they were known by other names which I dread to record (especially the officers).

Now about this cellar business and the searching of. It is written "The Lord helps those who help themselves, but the Devil looks after his own." Suppose a cellar is discovered! Then visualise a row of shelves on which are bottles, or barrels of wine kept in reserve for church communion – this would be well matured, and would have to be tested and tasted for purity. It would only be right and proper that such wine be drank by the two persons concerned in its discovery, for it would be dreadful should such wine, be contaminated and a calamity if it were drunk by the innocents. After much probing a sounding was made, a period of expectation, and eager calm prevailed – "A cellar filled with dust?", a rotted wooden surround, Ye gods – a step, keep calm and don’t panic – dig, dig, and dig and don’t fall down into the dusty entrance. Visions of wine and song (not women). There was about to occur a very new historical page of history to be written in bold print – "Amazing find in Saint Mary’s" – two inebriated retired seamen discover wine in a cellar, and one was a curate. The question really is this "Did these two men discover a cellar and not divulge its secret? Another question "Did the same two men sample wine and remain sober?" and maybe the "cellar" was an old "grave" or "tomb". Only two men know of its secret and that secret will never be made known or divulged to any living soul – it will forever remain one of Saint Mary’s secrets.

The little church that "Died" was brought back to life and alas "Died" again, and in its final death agony will not stand as an ancient symbol of all that was Christian for eight centuries – it never was meant to, for when it was erected in 1260 it was doomed to perish in 1960.

The bus driver in his retirement, together with that little band of volunteers must often think how futile all that hard work had accomplished. It accomplished nothing, just nothing. It was abandoned again as a church of worship and used for the benefit of the youth and disco – One can hardly credit this decision – especially when one was taught to think and believe that a place of worship was God’s House and must be treated with respect and decency. It is no use trying to convince people that making a place ‘Holy’ by a Bishop’s blessing, and consecration is going to solve and make good the problems of this world, when suddenly these good ideas are abandoned either for monetary gain, or dwindling congregations. Saint Mary’s church for eight centuries must have been preaching the gospel "Peace on Earth, goodwill toward men." All the churches, chapels, cathedrals and mosques – name the religion and one will have the officiating priest ask the congregation to pray for others, and ask for peace in our time. This has been going on for centuries – every week. Either God is stone deaf, or he is dead! For throughout the centuries this praying for peace has achieved nothing – just nothing. Even at this very moment man’s inhumanity to man still makes countless millions moan, and there are countless millions every day praying to God for a better world – Where are you God?

The disco taking place in the little church on the hill did achieve negative results, the idea was good "Keep the youngsters occupied" for Satan always finds mischief for idle minds to devel
op. Slowly but surely the "Little Church on the Hill" crumbled and again fell into a state of disrepair. Of course, some people are concerned about this problem, but being concerned and expressing regret will not solve it. In the 20th century there never will be any answer except to say "Goodbye little church on the Hill" – you are no longer needed – you have outlived your usefulness, after eight centuries, nobody wants to know you, "1260 to 1960" is too long for this modern society to tolerate, and future generations will never know that in a little field, on top of a steep hill, in a place called Caerau, there stood for eight centuries "THE LITTLE CHURCH ON THE HILL."


I appreciate you taking the time to read these accounts of a community’s heroism.

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British High Court order’s Baby’s death!

 

 

 

 

 

A Rather depressing story in the BBC yesterday. It concerns a 9 month old baby suffering from a rare disease. The child is presently on a life support system. The doctors believe that it is in the child’s best interest to switch of the life support system and let him (or her) die. According to the BBC report The High Court supports this decision, by rejecting the parents attempt to have the initial decision by a appeals court overruled.

 

This year there was the controversy over Eluana Englaro’s father wish to turn off her life support system. With the Roman Catholic Church and Italy’s “glorious Leader” Silvio Berlusconi getting involved. This is a very different case where the parents want their child to live and this This essential right is being denied by the courts and the NHS. It is morally wrong. Its also not the first time. I recall at least one case where this has happened. Yet is it big news in he press! No apparently not.

This sets a very dangerous precedent and has to be stopped now!

“Baby’s right to life appeal fails

Parents battling to keep their seriously ill baby alive have failed to overturn a ruling allowing him to die.

The nine-month-old boy has a rare metabolic disorder and has suffered brain damage and respiratory failure.

The couple had appealed against a judge’s ruling on Thursday that it was in the boy’s best interests to withdraw his "life sustaining treatment".

They said they were "deeply distressed" by the decision and the life of their "beautiful boy" was worth preserving.

In a statement, they said they knew of only one other child with their son’s condition and everyone was in "unknown territory".

"We are and always will be convinced that despite his desperate problems his life is worthwhile and is worth preserving as long as it is possible to do so without causing him undue pain.

"That was the real argument between us and the doctors – they think his life is intolerable and that his disability is such that his life has little purpose; but we, along with some of the nurses, believed that he experiences pleasure and that he has long periods where he was relaxed and pain free.

"Our belief in his humanity and inherent worth justified us taking every step to support him."

They said the plan was now to withdraw his treatment within the next 24 hours and they planned to "enjoy what little time" they had left with their only son.

‘Deepest sympathy’

The High Court ruling gives doctors at an unnamed NHS trust powers to turn off the ventilator keeping "baby OT" alive.

Two Court of Appeal judges refused the couple permission to challenge a decision by Mrs Justice Parker made after a 10-day hearing.

Neither the baby, the trust involved in the case, nor the parents – Mr and Mrs T – can be identified.

Lord Justice Ward was told the couple had decided to wait outside the courtroom while the ruling was given as they could not face hearing the decision.

The judge acknowledged the hearing seeking permission to appeal had been conducted "in a brusque, uncaring, unfeeling way on a crude issue of law".

But he said he would like to have addressed them personally and asked their lawyers to pass on the message that it was impossible not to feel the "deepest sympathy for their predicament".

The NHS trust had argued that the boy was suffering intolerable pain as a result of his treatment and condition and had no prospect of recovery.

His parents, however, wanted him to be kept alive as long as possible. They now have no further right to appeal.

Lord Justice Ward and Lord Justice Wilson said they would give the reasons for their decision at a later date.

Story from BBC NEWS:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/2/hi/uk_news/7956173.stm
Published: 2009/03/21 01:55:20 GMT
© BBC MMIX”

Update

Baby dies after doctors withdraw life support system.

story here.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/7956845.stm

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Is the Pope responsible for the death of millions?

 

So says my good friend Marcus Warner on his Sweet and Tender Hooligan blog. Because of his comments on condom use. Is that fair? What did the pope actually say? The pope said

“Se non c’è l’anima, se gli africani non si aiutano, non si può risolvere il flagello con la distribuzione di preservativi: al contrario, il rischio è di aumentare il problema.” 

In English

“If there is no soul, if Africans do not help, you can not solve the scourge with the distribution of condoms on the contrary, the risk is to increase the problem.”

You also should take into account the Catholic Church’s traditional teaching on artificial contraception (which it opposes). Even from that angle the Pope’s comments did not explicitly condemn their use. His comments addressed part of the real reason for the high level of Aids in Africa. That of promiscuity. Even those who strongly support artificial contraception must agree that this is the real problem. They should give him kudos for that.

Just chucking rubbers at the problem will not solve the aids epidemic alone. They have been doing that in Botswana for years and there has been no great decline in aids, and Botswana does not have a large Catholic population. Interestly enough Angola does and just has a 5% infection rate.

So is the Pope responsible for the death of millions? No, he calls for education and research into aids.

I think the moral of the story for bloggers, is simple go to the source of the story and cut the bullshit.

Bloggers should be dissecting media reports not just repeating them “parrot fashion” simply because it affects our own prejudices.

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Plaid Cymru the Way Forward

 

 

One of the things that have bothered me about living in the good old USA has been what Americans know about Wales. After 17 years or so of living here I have come to the conclusion that most Americans either have never heard of Wales or think it is in Australia or north of Scotland!

In the early 1990s I was living in Denver, and was active in the Colorado Welsh Society. (I was its president from 1993-95). I was one of the founders of what we called the “Kathleen Hughes Welsh Learning Academy” named for the retired Welsh nurse from North Wales who tried to teach us Welsh (we grew from 4 – 25 in a short time). We did succeed in raising the Welsh profile in Colorado, and our membership jumped from 29 – 100 in a short time. We even had the governor of Colorado declare officially proclaim St David’s Day!

In 2000 (I believe) Denver acquired a new British consulate general. I went by to see what goodie they had there! I was sadly disappointed. There was very little about Wales in their literature, and I wondered whether if this part of the reason that Wales suffered so much from little foreign investment? Yes I know some will point to Ford in Bridgend which I believe will soon be closing.

People in the US know who Tom Jones is and even have heard of Duffy. They don’t know too much about where they are from. Unlike Liam Neeson, or even Sean Connery. Yes I ramble, but I think you catch my drift.

In the 1980s I was an activist in the Welsh Liberal party and was a founding member of the Liberal Democratic Party and Young Liberal Democrats (God help me). I even stood as a candidate in the 2004 local elections in Ely (Cardiff). After that I resigned from the party I found that it did not reflect my beliefs! My life abroad had made me more of a nationalist. Also my Liberal heroes were Tom Ellis, OM Edwards, JE Lloyd, and a Cardiff boy , Alfred Thomas (later Lord Pontypridd) who were founders of Cymru Fydd (Young Wales) , and simply the new Welsh Liberal Democratic Party was simply was not the successor to that old Liberal Party. Plaid is the cultural successor to the old Welsh Liberal Party. I believe that Plaid is Welsh road for Social Liberalism as anticipated by the founders of Cymru Fydd.

After the last local elections in Cardiff (when I was last home) I was very impressed by Plaid’s performance in Cardiff. And I was further impressed by their win in Fairwater. I came to the conclusion after that win that Plaid had matured and could be called the Party of all Wales and Welsh. Also after an extensive correspondence with Cllr Neil McEvoy (we had a mutual friend in Cllr Charlie Gale who had a very high regard for Neil). I decided that I was convinced (admittedly reluctantly convinced) that Plaid Cymru was where I should be. I have now formerly joined the party, and though I may not see eye to eye with those who are critical of Israel (I am very much so pro Zionist) that can be changed.

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