Issue 3 – Week beginning April 12th

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Issus No. 3

Week beginning April 12th 


These joyful words are shared in church every Easter. But this Easter has been so different for us all. No meetings up on the moor to watch the sunrise, no cooked breakfast back at church, no joining together to sing hymns of victory and resurrection, no saying prayers together and no hugging.

But we are still celebrating the resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ. Church members came together on Sunday by sharing worship, each household carrying out their acts of worship and celebration using e mailed materials. We are still connected. We are still the church.

In Matthew 18 it says

‘For where two or three are gathered in my name, there I am among them.’ 

So, we know that he is here with us and among us. And it strikes me that it doesn’t need to be a physical gathering, for on Sunday we gathered in our own homes, even those who live alone. We are connected to God the Father and to each other!

It’s an amazing time for our village community. What a wonderful effort everyone is giving to take care of each other! We are coming together and connecting in ways and with people who we have never reached before. For those of you who have asked “Where is God at this difficult time?” I would answer you He is here, right where He  always is, suffering with us, holding us in his loving arms. He is in every helpful act carried out by volunteers and neighbours. 

‘Truly, I tell you, whatever you did for the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

[Matthew 25].

We show God’s love and understanding through our own actions and you have been amazing. We pray that you continue to help each other. As a church we offer you our support and help. Let us shine forth the love of God in whatever we do.

And let’s continue to marvel at our beautiful world, the new growth, new birth, all the signs of spring that gives us happiness and hope for the future, reflecting Jesus’ resurrection. There is hope. Things will get better. Let us all step forward in faith.

Helen Keighley Minister

Harden Congregational Church

Good Friday and Easter.

Here is love vast as the ocean

Loving kindness as the flood

When the Prince of Life our ransom

Shed for us his precious blood……..

On the mount of crucifixion

Fountains opened deep and wide

Through the floodgates of God’s mercy

Flowed a vast and gracious tide

Grace and love like mighty rivers

Poured incessant from above

And heaven’s peace and perfect justice

Kissed a guilty world in love.

Rainbow Children

In the last issue [2], we included an article about the Rainbow children, who are and want to be helping, to lift all our spirits during the Lockdown. Lots of rainbows and other artistic offerings can be seen displayed in windows all around the village and on the school railings.

 Here below are two more contributions:-

The Rainbow Children

A poem written by a mother, Gemma Peacock,  in County Durham

The history books will talk of now,

That time the world stood still.

When every family stayed at home,

Waved out from window sills –

At those they loved but could not hold,

Because they loved them so

Yet whilst they did they noticed

All the flowers start to grow.

The sun came out, they can recall

And windows, rainbows filled

They kicked a football in their yards

Until the night drew in.

They walked each day but not too close

That time the world stood still

When people walked straight down the roads

That once the cars did fill

They saw that people became ill

They knew the world was scared.

But whilst the world stood still they saw

How much the whole world cared.

They clapped on Thursdays from their doors

They cheered for the brave

For people who would risk their lives

So others could be saved.

The schools closed down

They missed their friends

They missed their teachers so

Their mams and dads helped with their work

They helped their minds to grow.

The parents used to worry that

As schools were put on hold

Their children wouldn’t have the tools

They’d need as they grew old

But history books will talk of them

Now adults fully grown

Those little boys and girls back then

The ones who stayed at home

They’ll tell you that they fixed this world

Of all they would fufill

The RAINBOW children building dreams

They’d dreamed whilst time stood still.

An artistic interpretation of Easter from Mollie


News from Harden & District WI

2020 started off well with ‘Games from my Childhood’ and what a fun evening that turned out to be. We played Snakes and Ladders, Dominoes, Snap, Happy Families, Donkey, Draughts etc. Our February meeting was just as good. And despite the stormy weather [remember storms Ciara and Dennis?!] we had a good turnout of members to hear the fantastic Maria Glot from Saltaire regale us with tales of ‘Life after Titus Salt’ and all the spooky stories of strange happenings at Milner Field, the house commissioned by Titus Salt Junior.

And in March we had Rodney Hallam, a Lancastrian who is lucky enough to live in Yorkshire, ‘Looking at Yorkshire through Lancastrian Eyes!’

We cancelled our ‘Show the Love’ display of green hearts due to the high winds. The committee decided that having soggy, paper green hearts flying all round the village would not be a good example of how to save our planet!! I did eventually manage to get a display in the notice board after several attempts of dodging the showers and then battling to hold the door open and create a display with only two hands!

Several of our members managed a visit to Broughton Hall before the lockdown set in. All reports were of an excellent informative visit.

Then after such an entertaining start to the year everyone’s world has been turned upside down with the arrival of COVID 19 and life has been put on hold. We have cancelled the April and May meetings and it looks as though there could be further cancellations but we we’ll wait to see what the Government advice is in the next few weeks and I am sure we will be able to reschedule our speakers etc. for next year.

So, we had to think about how to keep in touch with our members during these unprecedented times of lockdown and decided to issue a weekly newsletter. This contains a variety of subjects: some informative with WI news and some government advice etc. jokes and amusing articles, news of our members, quizzes and anything else anyone can think of. It seems to be very well received and lots of members are sending in ideas for inclusion in future issues. Thank goodness for social media!

Usually in the Tittle Tattle we tell you what we have planned for the future but our evening of ‘ Vintage Clothes’ in May, the talk on the ‘Bradford Night Stop’ in June and the visit to us by Bardsey WI in July may well also have to be cancelled and who knows what else in the future.

But we are keeping optimistic that our fundraising event on Wednesday, 30th September in St’ Saviour’s Church will still be going ahead. Christine Robinson, a former housekeeper at Chatsworth House has been booked for what will be an entertaining evening of ‘The Housekeeper’s Tales’ – tickets will be on sale in advance.

As always there are plenty of places to check up on our plans –

Website: Facebook: or the Notice Board outside the Post Office or email or text/ring me 07510 304255

Sue Caswell Secretary

Beat the

Find the second chapter of the story ‘Beat the’ below

Clapping for the NHS and all people working on the front line.

It’s great to see so many people continuing to come onto their doorsteps to clap all those who put themselves at risk for all of us. Those we applaud must be frightened for themselves and their families; tired and stressed from working long hours, in difficult conditions and having to face the loss of life on a scale that they have not experienced before. They are bound to feel it all physically and mentally. And yet they carry on….

This brought to mind some words of Emily Bronte whose life experiences were very difficult too and I think reflect the courage of our front line workers.

‘No coward soul is mine

 No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere’

Harden Hub——-Here to Help

Harden Congregational Church has now become your Neighbourhood Support Centre. We are working hard to get the message out to residents of Harden that we are Here To Help. We have called ourselves the Harden Hub and are the main contact point in the village for organising assistance and support. We are working with Bradford Council Neighbourhood Support Services.

We can help you with getting shopping, prescriptions, newspapers and other supplies.

Our free, fresh fruit and vegetable delivery service started last week for those who are struggling to get fresh produce. Our amazing team of buyers, packers and deliverers are delivering bags of produce each week to keep individuals and families healthy. We aim to particularly support the elderly, the vulnerable, families on low income and families whose income has been adversely affected by loss of work income e.g. the self employed or people on zero hours contracts who have not been compensated by the government schemes. If this is you, please get in touch.

We would like to thank Harden Pharmacy for their help in getting the message out to you and for providing hand gel and masks to our delivery volunteers.

We have been inundated with offers of help from a fantastic team of volunteers, now totalling around 30. This is far more than the number of requests for help that we are getting which is a very good position to be in. We would like to thank all those who have volunteered and if we haven’t asked you to do anything yet, don’t worry – you are on the list and we will call if we need you.

We have been touched by the responses of people who we are helping. I have received many phone calls of gratitude and this is a great place to pass on those thanks to our volunteers.

You may see some of our volunteers around the village in their purple high vis vests. Remember we are 

‘Here to Help.’ Just call.

Helen Keighley, Minister

07932 156337 or 01535 271221

Village Undertakers       Coronavirus update:

Last week we reported that Bradford Council has introduced a policy of “Direct Cremations only” meaning that no funeral services are being permitted inside any of the districts crematoria buildings. This ruling applies to all funerals even if the death is unconnected to Covid-19 and further insists that no gatherings are to take place within crematoria grounds. However, in recent days, a concession has been made in that Ministers/Priests/Celebrants are permitted to offer prayers and words of committal for the deceased if desired. It is expected that when the current crisis is over there will be opportunities for Memorial and Celebration of Life services to take place.

Burials continue to take place at Bradford district Cemeteries but with restrictions in place: no more than ten mourners being allowed at the graveside and social distancing rules to be observed.

For information on what a Direct Cremation is please see our website at  and choose the “Penyghent” option under the price tab. Despite the current difficulties we remain open 24 hours a day 7 days a week. Telephone Robert Waddington 07599 46 26 49

Next week: Funeral Directors and PPE

Answers to the Harden Quiz

  1. School now Harden Primary School
  2. Harden Moor near the Guide Inn
  3. Ellison’s Mill
  4. Goit Stock
  5. Bus services
  6. Ryecroft
  7. Harden War Memorial
  8. Doomsday Book
  9. St. Ives Golf Club
  10. Goit Stock waterfall

Countries Quiz 

It’s a big old world. Here are some tongue-in-cheek opinions of parts of it. Find the missing word.

  1. They’re Germans. Don’t mention the —
  2. Holland lies so low they’re only saved by being ——
  3. New Zealand was colonised initially by those Australians who had the initiative to ——
  4. England and America are two countries divided by a common ——–
  5. I look upon Switzerland as an inferior sort of ——–
  6. I say that the Creator made Italy from designs by ——- ——
  7. I don’t like Norwegians at all. The sun never sets, the bar never opens and the whole country smells of ——-
  8. When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President. I’m beginning to ——- —
  9. Definition of a Canadian. Somebody who knows how to make love in a —–
  10. An Englishman, even if he is alone, forms an orderly queue of —
  11. How can you govern a country which has 246 varieties of ——
  12. There are two seasons in Scotland: June and ——
  13. China is a sleeping giant. Let her sleep, for when she wakes she will shake the —–
  14. Russia is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an ——
  15. [Wales] The land of my fathers. My fathers can —- —
  16. Belgium is a country invented by the British to annoy the ——
  17. Illegal aliens have always been a problem in the United States. Ask any ——
  18. I once saw a sign on a lift in Dublin that said ’Please do not use this lift when it is not ——-‘

[Answers in next issue]

Fresh Eyes

A man appeared on TV last week to thank the NHS. He had recovered from Covid 19 having spent days in Intensive Care and had just returned home. He was standing in a garden, with a beautiful backdrop of trees and spring flowers and with his voice trembling he said

‘I’m appreciating every little thing as if it’s the first time it’s happened to me in my life.’ 

Think on……. 

as we say in Yorkshire

‘Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday’

[Dale Carnegie]


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Sheila Driver 

Or Kay Johnson 

An Easter Prayer

May the love of the risen Lord be with you; 

A love that overcomes, endures and redeems.

May the life of the risen Lord be in you;

A life that sustains, heals and creates.

May the hope of the risen Lord fill you;

A hope that promises, restores and inspires.

May the truth of the risen Lord lead you;

A truth that releases, changes and rebuilds.

Beat the

Chapter 2

Percy hurried along Main Street. He didn’t have a lot of time to spare. He was reduced to walking or rather jogging to school following Kayne’s latest pilfering of his weekly bus fare. He could not report the theft to anyone for reasons already explained and he couldn’t leave the house too early, to cover the ground in a more leisurely time frame. His mother would have shown some interest in his reason for an unusually early rise from his bed. So, his journey had to be done at some speed and meant that he arrived at school out of breath and perspiring. Not the best start to a challenging day of national curriculum and Kayne. His mind was racing almost as quickly as his body as he tried to come up with an inspired idea. Something had to be done! But what?

His rapid reverie was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a horn. A car pulled alongside him and stopped. Through the front passenger-window he saw the familiar face of his friend, Kenneth.

“Have you missed your bus?” 

enquired Kenneth, with some surprise in his voice. The friend he had known since they were thrown together at nursery school had never been disorganised or unpunctual.

“Something like that.” 

muttered Percy, in the vaguest of terms. He did not feel comfortable telling lies to his friend.

A bespectacled face, with a reddish complexion, appeared next to Kenneth’s. 

“Oh dear, never mind Perce.”

‘Perce’ was Kenneth’s father’s adaptation of Percy’s name. Percy could never understand why adults always felt the need to shorten or alter a perfectly good name and he disliked Mr. Wood’s choice, in his case. Perhaps, he believed it would give Percy more street cred. From Percy’s experience that seemed doubtful but he always smiled and put up with it. Mr. Wood was a kind man and often included Percy in the Wood family trips and outings, opportunities as an only child, Percy welcomed.

“Jump in the back.” 

Mr. Wood shouted.

“We’ll be at school in no time.”

Mr. Wood understood Percy’s obsession with punctuality. 

“We don’t want you to miss the football trip meeting.”

The football trip meeting! Percy felt himself going red. The football trip meeting was to take place in the big hall at 8am.

“I’m not going on the trip, Mr Wood”

Percy said, rather quietly.

“Not going! Why ever not? I would have thought you would jump at the chance to go to Bingford Athletic. You’ve always been interested in them, I know. I’m surprised your dad doesn’t want you to go”

Percy flushed a little. He couldn’t give the real reason why he wasn’t going on the trip, nor could he tell Mr. Wood that his father did not know anything about it. 

Unfortunately, Mr. Vault, the games teacher who was organising the event, had taken it into his head that it would be good for his most disruptive pupil, Kayne Wayne, to be included in the party. He recalled from one of his training days, last year, that the educational psychologist had encouraged the staff to try the theory of inclusion, rather than exclusion, for pupils who demonstrated an aversion to all things educational. So rather than punish Kayne for his bad behaviour he was determined to try the suggested alternative. He had persuaded Mrs. Wayne that this was just the sort of activity for Kayne, in spite of the expense. Rather reluctantly, she had agreed although she did not have the same faith in the productive outcome that Mr. Vault envisaged.

Up to the point when Mrs. Wayne signed on the dotted line of the parental consent form, Percy had been looking forward to the trip. His well-known academic status as a full-blown geek led most people to think that physical activity, of the sporting variety, would be outside his comfort zone. In fact, he showed promise on the football pitch and enjoyed the competitive opportunities of the athletic field. He was a boy who was small for his age but he made up for his lack of height and weight with speed and talent. He may not have been the victor in the tackle but he could run rings around opponents to avoid it.

His prowess had not gone unnoticed by a succession of games enthusiasts in his primary school and even in the short time he had graced the muddy pitch at Wisdom  Academy,  Mr. Vault had marked him out as a possible future star of the football team.

Therefore, it came as some surprise to Mr. Vault when Percy turned down the opportunity of attending: perhaps he was still feeling under the weather. The note from his mother hinted at possible internal problems when she had asked that he be excused from all physical exertion, for the next two weeks. The cause of his ailment was unspecified but the diagnosis apparently awaited the outcome of equally unspecified medical tests. As Percy was a boy who excelled at and enjoyed games Mr. Vault had not smelled a rat and continued in blissful ignorance of Percy’s plight. However, unbeknown to Percy, Mr. Vault had added Percy’s name to the Trip Reserve List in case there was a last minute change in circumstances.

Percy felt very guilty that he had misled Mr. Vault who he felt was showing great promise as a decent coach. He was mortified that he had used his unsuspecting mother, in such a deceitful way, by counterfeiting her signature at the end of the typed ‘get out of games note’. He knew it was only a temporary, stop-gap and a longer term solution to the Kayne issue was needed. He had the proverbial thinking cap on, but so far no good.

As a result, Percy was vague when, having accepted the offer of a lift, he offered an explanation to Ken’s Dad. Mr. Wood had no reason to doubt or pursue the explanation and beyond saying he hoped Percy would soon feel better, he turned the conversation to the chances of Bingford Athletic, in the League.

As promised, the journey to school in the Wood’s car was a short one and it gave Percy an opportunity of half an hour or so for some thoughtful solitude. He waved Ken off to the trip meeting and he took refuge in the language laboratory,  the Kayne-free zone. There wasn’t a soul about, so his thought process was uninterrupted.

What did he usually do when he had had a problem in the past? No need to think about that. Of course, he had always gone to his father and sometimes his mother depending on the nature of the question. He had to admit that as parents go they were a pretty satisfactory pair. They were very supportive, encouraging and generally able to help when he occasionally asked for advice. In fact, this was the only occasion he could bring to mind when he had not felt able to turn to them, tempting though that choice was. Their solutions would involve “grassing up” Kayne, an expression Percy had only just become familiar with, although its meaning and its consequences had been made obvious by Kayne’s threatening tone. Any attempt to “dob” Kayne in [another favourite Kayne expression] would result in almost certain injury or worse. He was beginning to learn that there were somethings even the most intelligent and resourceful adult could not help with.

Perhaps, he might come up with a solution by imagining the possible ways they might deal with a similar problem. His father, in particular, set great store by finding solutions on the internet. Mr. Peckham was one of those rare beings; a parent who understood all things connected with the web and social media better than his eleven-year-old son. He had said to Percy only last week that the internet could explain most things except the nature of love. Percy had thought this very profound and was impressed by his father’s philosophical musings although he was not entirely sure what it meant. But maybe he was right, maybe there was a solution on one of the sites on his laptop. It was at least worth a try.

He retrieved his laptop from its concealed place in the German folder and proceeded to log on. How should he start? Which site might be able to help? He knew that his father had used a variety of different sites but he could not for the life of him remember all the titles. What was it that his mother used sometimes? Something like “Ask?” he was sure it was something beginning with J, … John, Jacob, Jeremiah? After struggling for a few frustrating minutes to recall it without success, he decided on an alternative strategy. He turned to Google and typed in “advice required” he clicked on ‘Search’. A number of options appeared on the screen which varied from obtaining advice about the meaning of life to helpful instructions on cleaning products that got rid of all known stains. He trawled through a number of pages and was just beginning to think he would have to narrow his search request, when one particular title caught his eye. It read ‘Consult Colin. Colin gives free advice on the problems of home and school life to young people.’

Percy looked at his watch. He could hear a rumble of sound in the distance. Lost in his thoughts he had not noticed that the time had flown. He had been engrossed for over forty minutes. The noise became more distinct and loud, insistent voices heralded the start of the school day. He would need to get a move on if he was going to make registration. He stood up, grabbed the mouse and was just about to shut down. His finger seemed insistent. He found himself pressing onto the ‘Consult Colin’ website. An immobile face was smiling out at him. Not unreasonably he assumed this must be Colin. He pressed the arrow to run the video and the transfixed, smiling Colin suddenly became animated. He greeted his new client with “Hello Percy. I’m Colin! How can I help you?”