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Beginnings of Community Venture by Beatrice Townroe |
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I had been working at the Islington Medical Mission to gain experience for the venture that lay ahead. Coming from the bad slums to Micklepage, with its peace and beauty, in the Spring of 1936, made a profound impression. First we had to earn money catering for guests at the Farmhouse, teas with scones and cakes etc. in those days. But Joan and my sights were on the hostel we planned for country holidays for mums and children from the slums.
[back] The opening at Easter of the long wooden bungalow was memorable. Hugh Redwood, well known journalist and author of God in the Slums performed the ceremony, and gave a stirring message (clad in black striped suit and clutching an outsize Bible, which filled us with trepidation!) The text has remained with us over the years: "It is an awful thing to fall into the Hands of the Living God". |
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Among first memories: a 3 year old reminding us that "my mother shakes the mats every day"; another calling "Auntie ther's an 'orsey at the winder" as Molly the donkey looked in; children leaping ecstatically into the field of buttercups and bringing in armfuls; the high jinks mums of large families got up to on their first holiday for years; the two old gentlemen who lived on 10% a week and paid half on rent.
A test of faith came when two original partners decided to leave the Farmhouse and Cottage and sell them. So we had to raise funds quickly with the help of my Father, our own slender resources and a friendly Bank Manager! The link with St. Hilda's in Camberwell, described by Joan, seemed meant, and strengthened our resolve. 'A country lung' they first called it. So it became in a particular sense for Emma, sent back to her poor home, to die of T.B. An outside hut was provided and the country air gave her two years of happiness. She inspired us all with her gallant spirit and cheerfulness. We enjoyed frequent visitors. Brother Douglas, founder of the Anglican Franciscans, for a few quiet nights away from the London bombing, planting fruit trees, with kids tagging along, banging away on the old piano to the delight of all, settling a blazing family row, to the surprise of all, by going off quietly into the chapel! Then Nicholas Zernov of the Fellowship of St. Alban and St. Sergius, gathering us for a memorable Orthodox Liturgy in the Chapel. Mother Teresa, another fine person and good friend, who was to create close links between us and her Franciscan Sisterhood in Devon. |
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We owed much to Richard Parsons, Bishop of Southwark, who, as our `Visitor' came at regular intervals and kept our feet on sane and wise paths! Bishop George Bell, amidst his many tasks of national and world importance, was a lovely Father in God to us, supporting and guiding. He dedicated the Barn Chapel and houses. Because we loved him, Joan and I didn't mind any more being drawn closely into the Anglican fold, and we could remember that our promises at admission required unconditional service "within the universal Church of Christ".
Bea's brother-in-law, Canon John Townroe, recalls that on his visits in the early days he was struck by the fact that practical decisions at family meetings always sought a basis in Bible teaching and Christian doctrine. Current works like Thornton's The Common Life in the Body of Christ, Ramsey's The Gospel and the Catholic Church, and Herbert's Liturgy and Society were proving very influential and, under George Gibson's leadership, gave direction and inspiration to the whole venture. |