The Memoirs of a Country Rector

Rector Robert at Chris' Confirmation

Today, was the date that the church congregation meal took place,
As Chris' partner and fourth in line Church cleaner, I always get an invite to the lunch, which is usually held at the Crown Pub, and , as usual it was rather an interesting bun fight of a gathering.


Chris and I are always the youngest at the table of twenty or so. Auntie Glad is always the eldest. This time I was sat next to the Rector, Gaynor the jovial Organist and the infamously delightful  Mrs Trellis ( yes she of the extremely over active sheepdog) and over a very passable roast and several large white wines, I enjoyed some gentle memories of  parish life past!


Rector Robert has always said that when he retires he would love to write his memoirs.....it would make for a cracking read, I suspect, although, I am sure it would be a heavily censored version that would be the one that finally reached the printing presses....a sort of James Herriot-esque whimsy with dog collars perhaps!......where the sweeter parts of a vicar's life are remembered...whilst the occasional painful and difficult memories are laid low and put to bed.
Anyhow, whatever the result, stories such as the one where a pair of buxom bridesmaids were attacked by a swarm of bees before they went up the aisle, would make for an interesting read in anyone's book .
Mind you, The Rector may have some competition when it comes to a popular work-based autobiography. Mrs Trellis' 38 years as a community midwife could give him a run for his money!
A nice afternoon!

23 comments:

  1. Sounds like a truly lovely day. I have always wondered where Mrs Trellis lives in North Wales.

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  2. ah, tales of village folk..

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  3. ah kath
    there is so much more I could tell

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  4. Does Mrs Trellis have clematis growing up her or is it just an intimate part of her anatomy?

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  5. I think the brdiesmaids and the bees would make a wonderful story (and comical, too).

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  6. Or, John Gray might pen a "Tales of Trelawnd" with ribald stories of the vicar and midwife et al.!

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  7. Anonymous8:13 pm

    a Rector and a midwife...both sound like they'd have some interesting stories to tell! nice photo of Chris and the Rector!

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  8. The bridesmaids and the bees was a honey of a story.

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  9. Yes I am betting both would be interesting reads lol

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  10. Glad to hear it, John. You all have a wonderful week! :o)

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  11. That sounds like a truly fascinating afternoon. Please push both of them into writing those memoirs...

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  12. Love hearing about life in the village....

    Gill in Canada

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  13. Sounds like a cracker of an afternoon. Also sounds like the start of a funny joke - "did you hear the one about the Rector and the midwife..."

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  14. I hope you're writing about your life and all the characters in it.

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  15. You mean, there REALLY IS a Mrs Trellis of North Wales? And there was us all thinking it was a figment of Humph's imagination!

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  16. As an ex community midwife - 10 yrs spent in the Derbyshire Dales, I know that Mrs Trelliswill definitely have a few tales to tell!
    Jane

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  17. Splendid - I feel as though I was there!

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  18. Splendid - I feel as though I was there!

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  19. cro
    unfortunately Mrs Trellis IS pseudonym

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  20. John, you manage to paint such a wonderful and intimate picture of village life. Perhaps a book from you sometime.....

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  21. I suspect her real name is Mrs. Lattice.

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  22. There is something very 'right' about you siting next to the 'rector' and the 'organist' John.

    I see Chris looks ecstatic at his confirmation. ;-D

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  23. Isn't Chris naughty (the one above not your Chris who is obviously an angel).

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