Hi Malcolm T, Di & Terry,
At last I've managed to get back to you,in order to continue our reminiscences of Harrogate people in the 1950s. It's strange how all of us remembered the brother and his disabled sister who used to attend services at Trinity Church, but none of us can remember their names.
After that, Di, you sent a post mentioning Misses Houseman and Worship, who were pillars of the Harlow Chapel. I have a very vague memory of Miss Houseman, but who could ever forget Miss Worship? That lady certainly had a good set of lungs, and true to her name, she did worship faithfully and loudly. Her contralto voice was always several decibels louder than that of anyone else. In the larger space of Trinity Church, this would have been fine, but within the confines of Harlow Chapel, it tended to be somewhat overpowering.
Speaking of singers, I wonder how many people can remember two of the Trinity Church Choir soloists, Mr.Frank Langton (bass) and Mary Worth (soprano)? I always admired Mrs. Worth's rendition at Easter time, of 'I know that my Redeemer liveth' (from Handel's Messiah). Later, when I went to Harrogate Tech, I was delighted to discover that she was to be our music teacher. There were quite a few lads in our class, whose voices had just broken, and who were all set to disrupt the music lessons simply because they felt a bit self conscious, but our teacher had their measure. Instead setting us the usual insipid folk songs to learn, she chose rousing sea shanties and negro spirituals, which went down very well.
Lastly, does anyone remember Lily Bateson ? I think she was the aunt of Tom Bateson, and she lived in Whinney Lane in one of the cottages near the sweet shop. I used to love going to
that shop on a Saturday afternoon. My favourite sweets were Liquorice Allsorts; Although I did not suffer from that condition, they were very good as an antidote to constipation and tasted much better than Sister Beth's doses of Syrup of Figs!