Working in a coal mine - 18
So we all sat and talked in the unusual silence, with everything stopped.
They told me how they had met up in the church - a lovely church, ‘You should see it.’ - and one Christmas they had joined together in the Church’s annual ‘Christmas festival’ and started singing for it. They had become so popular that they got numerous requests to sing at other local events after that.
I talked about my seven years as a chorister in Norwich Cathedral choir, and how that had cemented several friendships. I talked about climbing the spire, 310 feet tall.
And we all waited.
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Richard Hunt 8 months ago
We were waiting for everything to cool off, and hopefully restart normally. I was, as always, quietly confident that I had got the right solution to their problem.
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Christopher 8 months ago
I'm quite sure you had.
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Neville Hunt 8 months ago
(Possibly 'the' not 'he' in line 1,Richard?)
I would have loved to have climbed the spire, but I didn't get the 'perks' of the choristers. I was there (in the Cathedral) a few months ago. It is surely one of the finest in Britain, if not in Europe...but the teenage me probably didn't appreciate being in it 6 days a week at the time! -
Richard Hunt 8 months ago
Thanks, Bob, corrected that. Singing in the choir was a real pleasure. Plus there were benefits, like we used to get food parcels from New Zealand. Bishop Barbe Holland had moved back there after the war. “What am I going to with another tin of Spam? Pic won’t eat it.” (Rene)
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Neville Hunt 8 months ago
Haha Haha! Hadn’t Mum heard of spam fritters? Deeee-lish!
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Neville Hunt 8 months ago
I had (almost) forgotten just how tough it was way back then. I do remember sweet rationing though. It made the sweet ration that much more exciting. I remember going along Telegraph Road (?) to the shop somewhere near the top of Gas Hill every now and then for a sweet treat!
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Neville Hunt 8 months ago
Thinking back... our dad was a fussy eater. No garlic... foreign! Spam might have been foreign too, but Commonwealth, so probably it was just that it was Spam!🤢 (the word hasn’t gained many brownie points these days either!🤕)
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Christopher 8 months ago
"I love it. I'm having Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, baked beans, Spam and Spam!" (I doubt I quoted that correctly. I'm sure I missed a few Spams!)
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Neville Hunt 8 months ago
That sounds spamtabulous Christopher. And it’s a pretty spamtastic memory you’ve got there sir, give a spam or take a spam! I wouldn’t have been any wiser without checking it out on YouTube. Maybe I’ll do just that!....
