Thursday, 7 March 2013
Tuesday, 5 March 2013
DECISION
THE COMMITTEE OF PEPPER HILL CHAPEL HAVE DECIDED TONIGHT THAT THE COST OF HIRING THE ROOM FOR SESSIONS OF UP TO 3 HRS IS TO BE £25
EXTRA MAY BE CHARGED IF EXCESSIVE GAS CONSUMPTION IS USED OR IF THE KITCHEN IS ALSO USED
EXTRA MAY BE CHARGED IF EXCESSIVE GAS CONSUMPTION IS USED OR IF THE KITCHEN IS ALSO USED
COUSIN MARIE JOYS BIRTHDAY
AUNTIE RAFFAELLA WITH HER THREE GRANDCHILDREN.
MARIE JOY IS THIRD FROM THE LEFT
AUNTIE EDITH BUSFIELD, STANBERRY, PRINCE
AUNTIE EDITH BUSFIELD STANBERRY PRINCE HAS SADLY DIED AGED 99 AND 3/4
MARRIED AT 20, MOTHER AT 21 , AND WIDOW AT 22, ALTHOUGH BLIND IN LATER
LIFE, TO USE A VERY YORKSHIRE SAYING, "SHE HAD ALL HER CHAIRS AT HOME"
Monday, 4 March 2013
Sunday, 3 March 2013
VERSES FROM THE SONG OF SONGS RECITED TO-DAY BY REV CELIA MIDGLEY
For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the
the tender grape give a good smell. Arise my love my fair one and
come away. O my dove that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stair, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Take from us the the foxes the little foxes that spoil the vines: for the vines have tender grapes..
My Beloved is mine, and I am his : he feedeth among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away. Turn my beloved
and be thou like a roe, or young hart upon the mountains of Bether
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the
the tender grape give a good smell. Arise my love my fair one and
come away. O my dove that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stair, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Take from us the the foxes the little foxes that spoil the vines: for the vines have tender grapes..
My Beloved is mine, and I am his : he feedeth among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away. Turn my beloved
and be thou like a roe, or young hart upon the mountains of Bether
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