web analytics
Home

About This Website

Downloads and Publications

Mass Music Links

Learning the Organ

Organists' Blog

News

Archdiocese of
St Andrews and Edinburgh:

Liturgy Commission
Archdiocese Home Page


The Forth in Praise Organists' Blog

The personal views of a Catholic parish organist

November 17, 2017

A month with a difference

evelyn @ 2:45 pm

Well, apologies for yet another long interval between posts, this time due to a most unusual month.

It started in October when my husband went off to Australia to help out our son and daughter-in-law. The birth of their next child was imminent, and husband had offered to look after their older boy while everything happened. I didn’t travel with him, as with my mobility problems I would have been of no use at all in Melbourne. Also, he’d had quite a hard time looking after me in the weeks following my injury, so I thought he should have a break by looking after someone else instead! Grandad and grandson soon became great buddies as they toured Melbourne playparks and investigated the trams.

 

 

Meanwhile, I decided to do a bit of socialising myself. My friend of longest standing (she refuses to be called ‘my oldest friend’) came for a few days and introduced me to the delights of Italian antipasto, and another friend whisked me off to spend a week in her home in Kilmacolm. In between those visits our daughter and son-in-law had invited me to spend some time in their house in Barrow-upon-Soar in Leicestershire, and I had a lovely time playing with our other two delightful little grandsons.

I saw two organs on my travels, but was only able to try out one. The Kilmacolm organ was a nice two-decker by Hill, Norman and Beard. I got to try its many sounds and wish I had taken a photograph of it.

The organ in the church in Barrow-upon-Soar looked most interesting, but sadly, I couldn’t get near the console. The minister had kindly unlocked the door to the spiral staircase, and I even took a few steps upwards. But then I decided it was much too risky in my present state, and gingerly came back down again. My daughter took some pics of the pipes, and of the full interior of the church (yes, that’s me, clutching my stick in the corner). I do like Anglican churches.

My husband returned a few days ago, looking fit and well, and we both felt that this lengthy separation, the first in 46 years of marriage, had been quite unexpectedly beneficial.

Oh, and it’s another boy. Well over 8lb at birth and doing splendidly. That makes four grandsons.

No Comments »

No comments yet.

RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URL

Leave a comment

  • Indexes to previous posts