Tittle Tattle Newsletter
Sponsored by Harden Congregational Church
Issue 7 week beginning 10th May
Ryecroft in the Spring evening sun by Darren Miller
My Rock and my Saviour
It’s interesting to hear about the increased interest in worship and prayer that has taken place during the pandemic. It’s in times of trouble that we tend to turn to God and use prayer. Whether or not you call yourself a Christian is not important. What is important is that we know that there is someone we can depend on and when things get tough, he’s there. So why not try having a word with God this week? You might be hurt, worried, angry at what’s happening or feeling grateful for key workers and the love and support of our communities. Get it off your chest with God. Find yourself some quiet time for reflection and seek comfort from the Lord. He won’t mind if you’re not sure what to say or you’re wary of saying the wrong thing. Just talk and listen.
[Helen Keighley, Minister, Harden Congregational Church]
A Reflection from Celtic Daily Prayer by Aidan Clarke
Imagine your soul as being like the Tyne Bridge. There are busy times and quiet times. The job of the bridge is not to ask what is in the cars and lorries but simply to bear their weight for a few seconds and then allow them to go on their way. There is no problem when the flow of traffic is even but when breakdowns and bottlenecks occur, the fights and impatience begin. Your soul too has to take the weight and let it go. The suffering becomes prolonged only when you do not acknowledge its existence and let it pass on. Then it sits on your soul like a judgement.
The time to repair the bridge is in the night when the traffic is light. Your prayer in quiet times gives you the strength to cope with the heavy, busy times. You dig, patch and repair in the night. As a result, the world can flow over your soul in the day without congestion. You must allow the flow of faith, love, healing, hope, joy and light to pass through you into the world. You must allow the flow of hatred, darkness and sin to flow from the world through you to God.
All this is done by prayer, and by forgiveness of yourself, of others and perhaps even of God Himself for what you feel He has done to you. Little by little, you grow in the power of prayer, in the ability to bear the weight and accept the contradictions of the two-way flow between God and the world.
Thank you to all of you who have asked for a knitting pack to be delivered. Having received a generous donation of wool, we are putting it to good use, asking you to make blankets, premature baby hats and premature baby cardigans. If you would like a pack, which includes wool and a pattern, please ring Helen on 07932156337 or 01535 271221. Completed items can be returned to the church and will be passed on to wherever they are of most use. My thanks to our knitting co-ordinator for the sorting and bagging.
Afternoon Tea for Christian Aid
As you would expect, Christian Aid are among the organisations working to help reduce the impact of COVID-19 in communities across the world. Next week is Christian Aid Week. In Harden, St. Saviour’s and Harden Congregational Church are working together to raise money for Christian Aid. You can donate by placing money in an envelope in the box at the Post Office, or by visiting envelope.christianaid.org.uk
We will also be hosting a Zoom Afternoon Tea next Friday [15th May] at 3pm. You can join by phone or online. If you would like to join the fun please tell Helen Ludkin: 07788 848830 or email@example.com. She will need your email address or phone number. It is free to come along, but we hope you will make a donation to the work of Christian Aid.
Victory in Europe!
Last Friday, 8th May, we celebrated the 75th anniversary of VE day; Victory in Europe. In normal times this was the kind of occasion we would have celebrated with street parties, parades and socialising with our friends and neighbours. In the Lockdown we had to do it all virtually or at a distance.
It is strange, is it not, that times of adversity and a determined effort to see it all through to success and victory are the times that bring us altogether in a common cause and a shared community spirit? Only a few months ago the country seemed so divided when we were in the middle of the dreaded Brexit. This terrible virus, Covid 19, has brought us together with a dogged determination to get through it.
Perhaps we can learn by our past mistakes and come out of it with a greater understanding of each other. United we stand divided we fall and all that! The poem below perhaps says it all.
Extract from The Great Realisation by Tom Roberts
[It is a father telling his young son a bedtime story]
It was a world of waste and wonder, of poverty and plenty
Back before we understand why hindsight’s 2020.
We always had our wants but now it got so quick
You could have everything you dreamed of in a day and with a click.
We noticed families had stopped talking. That’s not to say they never spoke
But the meaning must have melted and the work life balance broke.
And every day the sky grew thicker, till we couldn’t see the stars
So we flew in planes to find them while down below we filled our cars
We’d drive around all day in circles, we’d forgotten how to run
We swapped the grass for tarmac, shrunk the parks till there were none.
We filled the sea with plastic cause our waste we never capped
Until each day when you went fishing, you’d pull them out already wrapped.
And we drank and smoke and gambled, our leaders taught us why
It’s best not to upset the lobbies, more convenient to die.
But then in 2020 a new virus came our way
The government reacted and told us all to hide away
But while we were all hidden, amidst the fear and all the while
The people dusted off their instincts, they remembered how to smile.
They started clapping to say thank you and calling up their mums
And while the car keys were gathering dust, they would look forward to their runs.
And with the sky less full of planes, the earth began to breathe
And the beaches brought new wild life that scattered in the seas
Some people started dancing, some were singing, some were baking
We’d grown so used to bad news but some good news was in the making.
And so when we found the cure and were allowed to go outside
We all preferred the world we found to the one we left behind
Old habits became extinct and they made the way for new
And every simple act of kindness was now given its due.
‘But why [Dad] did it take a virus to bring people back together?’
Well sometimes you got to get sick, my boy, before you start feeling better.
We now call it the Great Realisation, and yes since then there have been many
But that’s the story of how it started, and why hindsight’s 2020.
One of the many ways we have been encouraged as adults and children to cope with the Lockdown and keep ourselves fit and healthy is to take daily exercise. Here below is Olivia, a pupil of Harden Primary School, taking her
Dad and dog for a walk to make sure they do just that!
The children still attending school keep themselves busy making all sorts of interesting and delicious looking goodies
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HARDEN HUB- HERE TO HELP
Are you struggling to get fresh fruit and vegetables? The Harden Hub, based at Harden Congregational Church, can help!!
Volunteers have come forward to finance the cost of the produce, do the shopping, deliver the food to the Hub, put food in bags and deliver to households. Last week we delivered to three more households in the village
This will be our third week of delivery. We have had messages of thanks to the volunteers from those receiving the produce.
We are delivering fruit and vegetables in a mixed bag to your doorstep if you need it.
Are you –
a) over 70 and have no-one to shop for fresh produce for you
b) classed as vulnerable and have no-one to shop for fresh produce for you
c) an individual, couple or family who have suffered a loss of income due to the virus outbreak
To register for your weekly delivery of fresh fruit and vegetables to your door please send your name and
or phone Helen on 07932 156337.
There is no charge for the food or the delivery.
Helen Keighley (Minister, Harden Congregational Church)
The Hub:-Latest Update
All went according to plan last Friday and boxes/bags of fresh produce were delivered to 12 households in Harden. Neighbours next to the church delivered some additional tinned goods to the Hub which will be distributed next week. Thank you to them for their generosity and thanks once again to our volunteers.
Harden Pharmacy – Covid-19 Update
We have a dedicated pharmacy team to help you through the coronavirus pandemic. We are able to provide healthcare advice and medication care to all patients including the elderly and the vulnerable in the local area to meet the needs of the community. If you are isolating at home or have been advised to be ‘Shielding’ at home and you are in need of your medications or healthcare advice or products, then you can contact us to arrange a free delivery to you.
We have a free delivery service for all patients in the local area;
Harden, Cullingworth, Wilsden, Harecroft, Denholme, Bingley, Long Lee, Keighley, Sandy Lane, Bradford.
We stock a large range of medications and healthcare products. Many products are now back in stock including; Paracetamol tablets, Calpol, Hand sanitiser gels, Alcohol hand wipes, Gloves, Face masks, Thermometers, Vitamins, BP Monitors, etc. If you are isolating or ‘Shielding’at home or not able to get out and are in need of any healthcare products, then you can contact us to arrange a free delivery to you.
Please drop in or call us to enquire further to meet your needs and requirements.
Your Friendly Local Independent Pharmacy
2 Wilsden Road, Harden, Bingley, BD16 1JP Telephone: 01535 271211
Answers to Sporting Quiz
- Bobsleigh, boxing, football, athletics/running, horse racing, rugby league
- Faster, higher, stronger
- She was Katie Walsh, the first female jockey to ride a placed horse in the Grand National
- Aintree, Doncaster, Kempton
- Joe DiMaggio
- Syd Waddell
- Michael Vaughan, WG Grace, Joe Root, Bob Willis
- Sonny Liston
- Lee Westwood and Luke Donald
- Usain Bolt
- King George VI in 1926 in the men’s doubles
- Ryan Giggs
- Suzann Petterson
Who Am I? Quiz
- This little boy’s second and third names are Arthur Charles
- This man stated “I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid but he who conquers that fear.”
- He was born on 14th June 1946 in Queens, New York to German immigrant parents. He avoided the draft during the Vietnam War by way of a medical deferment, attributed to heel spurs on both his feet.
- One of his grandfathers was the china manufacturer Josiah Wedgwood. He studied Divinity at Christ’s College Cambridge but rather than going into the church he accepted a place on HMS Beagle where his passionate interest in natural science developed. His greatest work was published in 1859 and he was given a state burial in Westminster Abbey in 1882.
- This woman said “Love cannot remain by itself – it has no meaning. Love has to be put into action and that action is service.”
- This great composer’s first teacher of piano was his father who beat him and his mother. It is said he resolved to become a great pianist so his mother would never be beaten.
- He was expelled from Stowe school at the age of 16 when he was caught leaving the bedroom of the headmaster’s daughter. From a small London record shop he became the head of a multinational company.
- She is the daughter of a Swedish opera singer and an actor. As a young child she was diagnosed with selective mutism and Aspergers Syndrome. She went on strike from school every Friday to protest outside the Swedish parliament in 2018 but has spoken out for her cause, on the world stage.
- This world famous footballer was named after his father’s favourite American Hollywood actor.
- Whilst working as an independent contractor at CERN in Switzerland he suggested a project based on the use of hypertext, a language for sharing text electronically.
- She was involved in protests and direct action and convicted of breaking windows which led to a term of imprisonment in Holloway prison. She went on hunger strike protesting against prison conditions.
- Whose name is an anagram of ‘Nigel, Fetch an Iron leg?’
- Who was the son of Klara Polzl?
- Who died with the Big Bopper and Richie Valens?
- Who was the fifth wife of Henry VIII?
- Which characters are played by Daisy Edgar-Jones and Paul Mescal in the recent T.V. drama about teenage angst?
- Who is the sister of Motsi Mabuse?
- This singer was eliminated in The X Factor in 2010. He topped the UK singles charts in 2017 and released his album ‘Fine Line’ in 2019.
- He shares his name with a fictional character in the Australian soap ‘Neighbours’ and is the MP for West Suffolk.
- He was born in Keighley on 30th April 1920, he raced motorcycles in competitions and was a contestant on the T. V. Quiz show, ‘Blankety Blank’ in 1983.
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V E Day Prayer
Father we remember with gratitude those who have gone before us,
who gave up their youth and many their lives
in the cause of freedom, in the War 1939-1945.
We remember all those whose lives have been darkened by conflicts and endured hardship.
So many who travelled from our shores to advance justice and peace for the world
And for the many who never came back.
In this present crisis, may we be encouraged and inspired by their determination and courage
May we, the people of this island country recognise
that no-one is an island entire of themselves
but a part of the main.
May we help and support one another
and be guided by Your Light towards a new Jerusalem.
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Colin was in the process of explaining to an interested Percy his talents in the computer field which were many and varied and included the ability to read and intercept emails and to delete and insert material in an instant when the need arose.
Percy was late for English. He was never late for English but he had had to divert from his usual direct route to school when he spotted some of Kayne’s friends near the shop. As Percy rounded the corner of the main corridor he found his way blocked by Kayne. “I’ve been waiting for you, you little nerd. ““Done your English homework, have you?”
Percy did not feel the need to reply when the answers to the questions were obvious. He waited apprehensively for the next inquiry. “The problem is, that I haven’t. I was rather too busy last night watching ‘Dracula’. Percy was not surprised ‘Dracula’was right up Kayne’s street. There were many similarities between the vampire, Dracula and Kayne as beings who live off the lives of others. To be fair, Kayne hadn’t yet resorted to extracting blood from any of his victims but it was only a matter of time.
Kayne disturbed his reverie by repeating the question rather more loudly.
“I said have you done your English homework?”
The menace in his voice prompted a nervous ‘yes’ from Percy.
“I haven’t, so I am going to borrow yours!”
He put up two fingers on either side of his head to indicate parentheses around the word “borrow”.
“You can’t do that!”
Percy retaliated with a hint of triumph.
“It’s not on paper it’s still on my laptop.”
“Not a problem” snarled Kayne as he grabbed Percy’s laptop from under his arm. He sped off in the direction of the English class with Percy in hot pursuit. Taking his precious laptop was the absolute last straw and desperation made him feel a little braver than usual in standing up to Kayne.
Kayne burst through the door of the classroom and was propelled halfway across the floor when, inadvertently, Percy crashed into the back of him. Ms. Dickens, Head of the English Department, was launching forth to a somewhat disinterested class, on the merits of correct punctuation. The commotion at the door interrupted her flow. She turned her steely gaze on the two miscreants.
Ms. Dickens was another of the ever-decreasing members of staff who even the most challenging pupil held in awe. She didn’t present the potential for violence as could be said of the large and muscular framed Messrs. Vault and Measure. She was tall, slim and willowy. But her delicate appearance belied her natural authority and her ability to crush, with a look and a hint of menace in her voice anyone of any size who might be foolish enough to cross her. She invariably chose just the right riposte to make the most bullish of pupils look small. Ken, who had once had the misfortune to be on the receiving end of her displeasure, described it as the ‘psychological effect’. He couldn’t quite explain what he meant by that when questioned by his mother when he had returned home from school. Mrs. Wood had noted that he looked rather sheepish when she had discussed his day over the tea table. Ken had confessed his misdemeanour in the English class and Ms. Dickens reaction. Mrs. Wood went onto relate the episode to her somewhat inattentive husband over his newspaper the next morning. With a hint of admiration in her voice she commented
“ Whatever Ms. Dickens said or did, dear, she had Ken quaking in his boots.”
One thing was for sure it was not a good idea to interrupt Ms. Dickens when she was in full flow.
“Sit down at once!” came the command with a hint of menace.
“But Miss, Percy pushed me.” Kayne protested.
Ms. Dickens was not interested in explanation. She was on a mission to instil some sort of understanding of the English language into even the most reluctant of young minds and she was not going to let anything stand in her way, least of all, Kayne Wayne.
A keen observer, [of which there were few present] would have noticed a fleeting look of surprise in Ms. Dickens’ penetrating expression. Percy was never late for lessons and certainly never caused any sort of commotion. He was one of the most attentive and interested pupils in the class. Explanations were required but not immediately.
The tone was even more menacing and Kayne took the hint. Both boys took their places, Kayne still clutching Percy’s laptop. Ms. Dickens took up her theme.
“I am going to illustrate what I mean when I say punctuation is the key to full understanding of a piece of writing,. I will display a piece of homework on the overhead screen. I need one of you who has your homework essay to bring it to the front please. Come along, volunteers are better than pressed men.”
Nobody looked convinced at this piece of philosophy. Ms. Dickens was known for her cutting , albeit amusing, remarks on her students’ efforts in the literature field. It could be a very entertaining experience for most of her audience who were often reduced to convulsions of laughter. However, it wasn’t quite so funny for the budding scribe who was being picked on.
“If there are no volunteers I shall have to choose somebody.” Her eyes scoured the assembled company.
“Kayne, you were anxious to make your presence felt and I noticed you had your laptop under your arm. Will you have broken the habit of a lifetime and actually completed last night’s homework?”
Her sarcasm provoked a titter of laughter around the room. Kayne smirked too. Not only did he know that the said homework would be on the laptop but that the piece of work contained therein would warrant an A* rating.
“No worries Miss, all present and correct.”
He’d picked up this un-Kayne like, military expression from the football coach. Percy started to get up from his seat in half- hearted protest but was pushed down, without ceremony, by Kayne’s forceful elbow.
Ms. Dickens connected the laptop to the overhead and the desktop screen was revealed in all its glory. Thirty faces expressed disbelief at the Wallpaper display. The image displayed, in full technicolor, was a woodland scene of trees, flowers, some very fetching fairies and what looked like a donkey’s head on the body of a rather plump man. Kayne’s mouth fell open and the mouth of Ms. Dickens followed suit.
“Goodness Kayne, I didn’t realise you were a fan of Shakespeare” she stuttered.
It was obvious to his sniggering classmates that Kayne hadn’t realised it either.
“Well, well, well. A screen shot of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream.’ I think we are seeing a hint of your feminine side Kayne”
Kayne nearly let the cat out of the bag by blurting out
“But that’s not my Wallpaper, Miss. I didn’t choose that.”
Miss Dickens was an astute woman and it did occur to her that something was not quite right.
“Shall we open your essay file Kayne? She proceeded into ‘My Documents’ and spotted the title ‘The Poem Ozymandias by Shelley’. With a click Percy’s one thousand word essay appeared on the overhead screen. The very first sentence gave Ms. Dickens the opportunity to investigate her growing suspicions. It read ‘This poem deals with celebrity and the misuse of power. The poet Shelley argues that inevitably power will be open to corruption and venality. ‘
“An excellent opening Kayne.”
Kayne grinned. His fellow students weren’t laughing now. They were looking more than a little impressed.
However, his moment of glory was short-lived as Ms. Dickens continued.
“I like your use of the word ‘venality’in this context. Let me see.”
She turned her attention on a distracted child on the back row. “Jodie Barry, what do you understand this to mean?”
Jodie Barry looked completely nonplussed. His command of the English language was almost non-existent. He gawped at the screen in the vain hope of inspiration.
“Jodie doesn’t seem to understand, Kayne. Perhaps you could help him by explaining it yourself?”
Kayne could feel his body tensing and his face flushing. The chance of an explanation flowing from his lips was nil.
“Come along Kayne, you surely understand what you have expressed so eloquently in your own essay?”
Ms. Dickens put some emphasis on the word ‘own’.
“No? Can anyone in the class help?”
A few moments of silence followed. A wavering hand was slowly raised at the back. Percy was emboldened.
“Yes Percy, can you assist?”
“I think Miss, it means ‘susceptible to bribery’.
Ms. Dickens recognised immediately the significance of Percy’s intervention. Rather more slowly it dawned on the rest of the class. Kayne had been up to his usual tricks. Not only was the essay Percy’s but so was the laptop. In Ms. Dicken’s expressed opinion Kayne had been hoist by his own petard. Even Jodie got the drift!
A pert young woman sitting at the front who toyed with the idea of a career as a stand-up comedian chirped up
“So, that’s why you’ve got Midsummer Night’s Dream with that man dressed like a donkey on your screen, Kayne. It takes an ass to know one.”
Kayne was not used to being the butt of jokes He jumped to his feet throwing his chair back with a crash. His face was red, and he signalled an intention of taking issue with his tormentor. Not for the first time was Kayne ordered in strident, imperious terms to sit down. He obeyed without argument. Ms. Dickens gave him her iciest stare.
“Kayne Wayne see me at the end of the lesson” was her parting shot.
Percy allowed himself a little smile. This had been Colin’s work.