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Sharing my faith as it grows



The house on the left with the green door is the one we lived in. It is a beautiful house with curved walls and unusual detail. Pondbury Village is different and we are not likely to ever live somewhere like it again! Prince Charles' Village! Oh Yes!
Gosport was very different to any other place where I had lived. It was not a seaside resort, it was not a valley, it was not inland and it was in the south coast! I loved the water, the ferry, the boats, the ships, Lee on the Solent, seeing the Isle of Wight and crossing over to the island occasionally for officers fellowship or days out.
I liked living in Bradford although it was only for two years. I liked the look of terraced housing, the smell coming from the chimneys, the washing hanging across the streets, people standing outside their doors and the accent in particular. The people were blunt - to the point - but I liked that as then I knew where things stood. The curry bars were great (no knife or fork just chapatis). The Salvation Army in Great Horton was a very old building (now in Wibsey) but we had wonderful times of worship and fellowship and very good attendance. The damp, wet walls, rats, etc...did not put these people off their focus for mission.
I lived in Hull for 4 years and worked in the Longhill estate building up a congregation. It was then a very rough estate but we felt very much welcomed and wanted. Whilst at Brownies one evening, my daughter walked for the first time. We worked very hard and was good to see a very good sized congregation emerge. The yearly Christmas Day Dinners were one of the many highlights. The people were very nice, the elderly, the families, the youngsters, the disabled and Down Syndrome group - everyone just loved to come to the various activities and worship and have fun. There was very little money, very little equipment, and very little support from anywhere yet we had four wonderful years in ministry and were sad to leave them all as we had seen such wonderful changes in people and seen them grow so much spiritually.
I lived in Filey for three years whilst working full time in the Salvation Army in Mitford Street. My daughter was born in Scarborough Hospital Maternity Unit. I knew this place very well as I had to stay there throughout my pregnancy. Sarah was 4.2lbs (Caesarean section)and came home a couple of weeks later. Again, no breasfeeding. So really it is no good asking me questions about giving birth, etc...as I did not really experience all the normal things. She was so healthy the unit let her come home before reaching the 5lbs.!
I lived in Keighley for three years, by a busy roundabout. Across the road there was a butcher who sold pork pies and people would have them hot with mushy peas...and a cup of tea! This was my second appointment with the Salvation Army. I think the town has changed a lot since then. Unfortunately I could not find good photos of the town on Google Image Search. Who will take some uptodate pictures? We used to like going to East Riddlesden Hall whenever we had an hour to spare and take the children round the corner to this National Trust Property to look around and feed the ducks, of course!

I lived and trained here for two years and became a Salvation Army Officer in 1980
This is not only a complete illustrated catalogue but also an expanded edition! Pure heaven for someone like me who gets excited about looking at paintings and finding all about them. As I cannot go to The National Gallery on a regular basis then this book is the next best thing. I bought it the last time I visited the gallery shop and on that day I was able to buy it - half price! I soon forget the time when I sit turning this books' pages. It has more than 800 pages of good quality paper and it is very easy to follow. I totally love it. I wish I had studied History of Art but you never know ...



I have never climbed anything very high, but what I have climbed has been an experience money cannot buy...Pen-y-Fan in South Wales is great but you can easily get lost in the sudden fog. Among other hills I also have been in the Andes (Peru) but the journey was done mostly by car! My father drove us up to the devastated earthquake area as he went to supervise some relief work. I will never forget the sounds and the sights, the scorpions and the very narrow mountain roads. If my little experiences have been exhilarating then what it must be like to climb up some of these wonderful mountains. Overwhelming and mind blowing comes to mind!