Poems by a Hospital Chaplain on the feelings of grief, loss and faith.Norman Setchell wrote this book of poems in an attempt to convey the feelings of those who work among the bereaved and of those who are undergoing the pain of personal grief and loss. It is also about hope and the unexpected moments of joy.This is a pocket book that you, the reader, can take with you as a companion when you are helping the bereaved or suffering a loss yourself.The author, Norman Setchell is a retired Minister of the United Reformed Church. Since his leaving Westminster College, Cambridge in 1979 and ordination to his first pastorate his Christian ministry has taken him to parts of the world as an Army Chaplain and Port Chaplain; the experience gained in visiting patients in hospitals from the Falkland Islands to Belfast in NI and Cyprus, Germany and Belgium provided a good grounding for Hospital Chaplaincy. The last seven years of full-time ministry was as Team Lead Chaplain at Margate Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother Hospital, Margate, as part of the Chaplaincy team in East Kent, where he was given inspiration for the poems written in this book.
This book is a comprehensive photographic record of All Saints’ Church Landbeach, complemented by the informative and well researched supporting text.
The historic parish church of All Saints’ in the village of Landbeach stands out from the flat fen-edge landscape of Cambridgeshire and has been a place of worship and community life for some 900 years.
This is a small village, but the Rectors were for long the Masters or Fellows of Corpus Christi College in Cambridge, the Patrons since 1359. Thus the history of this medieval church is surprisingly well documented, enriching the story of the church over the centuries reflected in many photographs of the furnishings and fittings still evident and those which have been removed elsewhere.
R S Tonks diligently researched all references to the parish of Milton that had been published in the Cambridge Chronicle and the Univeristy Journal, covering the period of 1777 through to 1901.
It includes fascinating tales, from the house buyer who had to promise to take it away with him after purchase to a Cambridge butcher who provided beef and suet to the poor of Milton for their Christmas Dinner.
Trivia and gems about the Cambridgeshire village of Milton can be found here in one easily accessible text.
When Henry VIII destroyed Barnwell Priory, Cambridge, in 1538 he altered the locality for ever.
In two parallel stories, one Tudor, the other set in 1990, we see how the Evil men do lives after them affecting the places we live in, but that the Good redeems itself in many ways.
A murder at Stourbridge Fair in 1534, the suicide of a Homeless Project Manager hounded in 1990, the loss of a new-born baby and the painful end of Margaret Clifton, local visionary and artist, form parts of Ann Hales-Tooke’s carefully researched story.
The exciting action moves at times from Barnwell to Ely, Walsingham Norfolk, to Smithfield, Newgate Prison and the Tyburn Gallows.
A Barnwell resident for 30 years, Ann describes in a fast moving narrative that is a fascinating blend of historical fact and fiction, tragedies and resurgences of community spirit that can transform a neighbourhood.
Readers may also be interested in the author’s Memoir, ‘Journey into Solitude’, Milton Contact, 2006,under the name Ann Petre.
I lost my heart to Africa, so this book about the dying days of the British Empire in Central Africa, the abolition of the colonial civil service, and the years that followed these events hold bittersweet memories.
Much of the text consists of letters I wrote to my friend Ruth while we were living through these dramatic changes. The story is seen through the eyes of my family who lived and lost the continent that had captivated us, followed by our travels in the Middle East and finally back to Britain. It is also about the people amongst whom I worked; the cheery, commonplace, indigenous inhabitants.
They knew little of the ways of the politicians or of the important decisions being made in London on their behalf. The people I knew, their smiles, pervading good humour and cheerfulness were an inspiration.
My tale, a personal record of this era, challenges the received wisdom of the politicians which appears in our history books nowadays with embellishments. I write from the perspective of those of us who were there, working with the ordinary people. If I make bygone Africa sound idyllic it is because for me it was. It is good to remember a time when I felt I was helping to improve the lives of such open-hearted, attractive people.
This is the biography of a Siamese cat – a puss-cat life… crowded with incident played out in Essex and Kent, the ‘Catswolds’ and Cambridge, as Nimrod moved house with his ‘Obliger’ Peter Newman Brooks. It is the record of a rare nine-life experience embracing not only the usual routines pet lovers enjoy, but also many a crisis verging on disaster. Endearing to the end, Nimrod would not have wanted a halo; but he surely strained every sinew to surprise all who knew him as a great character, independent, and shrewd – a cat of many parts!
Nimrod himself comments:
“Because of his fondness for felines, I, NIMROD, have allowed my Obliger, the Author, to write this biography. My full life has been demanding and left few spare moments for me to set about such a time- consuming task. In any case, writing about oneself can be boring, so the very thought of an autobiography I ruled out long ago. Yet when in repose, curled up with a paw over my eyes in many a favourite spot and Summer sleeping place, I have often pondered the matter. And my considered opinion has brought me to a compromise I hope readers will find acceptable. Almost all my lives I have trusted to my Obliger, and his very cattitude therefore makes him well qualified to write about them. But that will not prevent my including partial memoirs here and there – with my monogram upon them.”
Believe it or not, my Mother was what Americans call a Calico cat!…always keep on your pads for instant action! Never mind that most humans tend to despise felines for precisely such foresight, even though others have come to realize that, without our dutiful care, rodents would overrun the world.
… as a whole, the community frowned on cat burglars, and once local worthies – the Women’s Institute in committee, and regulars who propped up the Inn’s Public Bar – began to compare notes, even cursory stocktaking revealed a rise in petty theft. Briefly, Coln was convinced that cat crime had risen, was rising, and had to be diminished.
…by now a seasoned traveller…en route for Cambridge he provided good company. Never lost for words, with many a mew to the driver, he gave a full running commentary on the journey.
Challenged in the gloom, Peter was asked to explain himself. “I’m here to collect my pet”, he replied, “a cat currently fouling consecrated ground!” A tale of the unexpected, the incident received prominence the Cambridge Evening News.
The higher he went too, the better the view. Why restrict Cambridge ‘Night Climbing’ to the student world? He’d heard his human friends boast of roof-top skills – and even learnt of unknown heroes who, unseen, had once assembled a car on top of the Senate House.
… for me it was another life lost. The little green space of that down-town cemetery had become a happy hunting range; and St Botolph’s churchyard wall my parade ground. I had got to know both well; yet almost overnight I became a displaced puss-cat and was taken to Downing.
What scope North Farm offered the whole family; and nobody was more excited by the Landbeach move than Master Nimrod. So recently honoured with a proper name, his singular status as a Siamese prince now promoted him to be a country squire. For here was a residence comparable in every way to what he had enjoyed in the ‘Catswolds’, or for that matter even to his birthplace in those far-off Essex days.
What a relief it was to discover Corgis that took to a cat as much as he warmed to them! Any frosty behaviour thawed out within five minutes of their reunion, and when the dogs were walked, Nimrod pranced along behind, round the paddock and even across the fields in the open country beyond.
The bird did not attack, but staged a fly-past and spectacular swoop. And that was enough for, bewildered by the owl’s last-second swerve, a hissing Nimrod leapt from the beam to avoid collision, and clung to a weather-board on the garden side of the barn. It had been a near miss, and in shock the frightened cat forced his way through a broken panel to survive in fresh air.
Nor am I colour blind – just fascinated by owls. In the ‘Catswolds’, Grey Cat had taught me to respect them, but never pointed one out, fur to feather so to say. No small wonder that I found myself mesmerized by that staring white ghost in the barn!
Humans may moan about Parrots – but their mimicry cannot compare with the tiresome way Starlings annoy cats, and Nimrod determined to lodge a Siamese protest.
I’ve been given to understand that complete disaster nearly came my way and I’m lucky to survive. Be that as it may, we cats have a relaxed outlook, and I want readers to know that all Siamese look on the bright side of life!
Nimrod knew well that even the best cooks valued encouragement from those they served with long hours of selfless devotion in the kitchen. There were, moreover, ample rewards on hand for a cat prepared to mew a running commentary on recipes, and be ready to sample and taste acceptable ingredients, or any kind of fare a cook’s generosity might hand down.
Altogether unnerved, a spitting, swearing Nimrod took up the challenge at once. Without as much as a pause to tiptoe around or ponder tactics in a battle plan, his claws shot out and gripped the brown body in a tight vice. Then, with a swift lunge of his jaw, the cat neatly nipped the foe with a well-placed blow at the back of the neck. Precise timing and fine physique had triumphed – the rat’s body relaxed, slumped forward, and after a brief sequence of terminal shivers, lay still on the ground.
About the Author
After a professional career as a Cambridge don – well known for writings on the reformations of the sixteenth century – PETER NEWMAN BROOKS has turned to natural history. Flora and fauna he has long found inspirational, and this memoir is not only a tribute to his much-loved cat NIMROD, but also to wildlife in general.
At Robinson College, Cambridge – of which he is now Life Fellow – Dr Brooks came to know the illustrator IAN LEVENE, an artist of distinction, and another cat lover.
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“Journey into Solitude” is a narrative story, part fact, part fiction, looking back almost 80 years in the life of Ann Petre. Childhood, the war, family history, triumphs and tragedies; this is a personal perspective, interspersed with dreams, photos and illustrations, on what it was like to live through each decade of the 20th century in Norfolk and Cambridge.
Ann Petre was born in 1926 at Langley Hall Farm, Norfolk and lived through some of the most tumultuous decades of the 20th Century, finally settling in Cambridge. You can experience what it was like, to grow up in the care of nannies, be educated by nuns, live through the war, and be a female student at Oxford in the forties. What happens when you make decisions based on passion later in life and have to start all over again – on your own?
The story is a window into another traveller’s soul, in this often capricious and inexplicable journey through life on which each of us is embarked. Ann relates how she wove her path through those times, losing and finding herself in her unique journey into solitude.
In addition to Ann’s story, there are two other threads. The first is historical with insights into a family history that includes links to nobility and a family of Britain’s early aviation pioneers. The second is the visual story told by photographs from the beginning of the 1900s and concludes with the author’s paintings.
“This is emphatically not a family history,” the author says, “nor, strictly speaking, a memoir. It is more a story, or a myth. It is a narrative woven round my life. It attempts to explain why people, including myself, behaved as they did.”
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