The Church of England is planning to demolish St. Saviour’s the historic tin church in The Rookery, a village near Kidsgrove.
Believed to be one of the oldest tin churches in the world, St. Saviour’s was erected by miners at Butt Lane in 1868 and moved to The Rookery in 1879.
Local people want to preserve this unique building and re-erect it on a site in Kidsgrove to create a Kidsgrove Heritage Centre.
If you would like to help Save St. Saviour’s and make it a heritage centre, please come to a meeting being held at Kidsgrove Town Hall on Tuesday, June 26th at 7.30 p.m.
For more details contact Jill Waring email kidsgrovetc@btconnect.com or telephone 01782 782254.
Kidsgrove Town Council invites you to a meeting in the town hall at 7-30pm on Tuesday, June 12th, 2012 to help launch a campaign to Save St. Saviour’s the historic tin church in The Rookery.
Believed to be the second oldest tin church in the world, St. Saviour’s was erected in Butt Lane in 1868 and moved to its present site during 1879.
The church closed last year and the town council wants to re-erect the the building on another site and turn it into a Heritage Centre where students and local people can learn about Kidsgrove’s history.
To achieve its objective, the council needs your help and support. If you want to help Save St. Saviour’s and give Kidsgrove a Heritage Centre please come to the meeting.
Please see the posts tagged Focus on Kidsgrove, St. Saviour’s, The Rookery, Jeanette Allen and Betty Cooper if you would like to know more about Kidsgrove and St. Saviour’s.
St. Saviours – the historic tin church in The Rookery
In this post Jeanette Allen nee Hand who attended St. Saviour’s Sunday School in the 1950s recalls her childhood in The Rookery where she lived until she was eight years old.
Childhood Memories
I have very few memories of Sunday School outings but I do have some photographs which were taken at Chester Zoo. At the time the photographs were taken, I must have been two or three years old. I cannot recall being taken to the zoo but seem to remember my mother saying the photographs were taken on a Sunday School outing.
On one occasion, we were taken to a children’s home near Congleton. We were given a bag of food. There were games such as greasy pole and the boys took part in pillow fights while balancing on a pole over a pool of water.
I have two books which I received as Sunday School prizes. The first was given to me in 1953 when I would have been six or seven. It was called Fortune’s Caravan and was about a family who owned a restaurant which burned down. After the fire, they bought a caravan and made a living by teaching themselves and their animals to perform tricks. I read the book over and over again. Even today, I still take “a peek” at it from time to time.
I received the second book in 1960. It was called Crab the Roam and was about a horse. Somebody (probably Miss Hastie my Sunday School teacher) had gone to a lot of trouble to choose it for me. At the time, I was mad about horses and had a little shaggy brown pony which I kept at Dales Green.
Looking back, I wonder how many people can remember the black stove that was in the church? Situated in front of the choir stalls, it was opposite the organ. The stove was surrounded by a metal grill. When it was raining, damp gloves and scarves were hung on the grill to dry.
I was confirmed when I was 12 or 13. Sunday School pupils were prepared for confirmation by the vicar (Rev. Hood) and Miss Hastie. The confirmation class met once a week. After giving us a talk, Rev Hood read out the questions we would be asked and we gave the responses. Thinking about the big day made me nervous. I felt better when a friend, who had already been confirmed, said: “Don’t worry Jeanette, you will feel very holy at first, but it will wear off.”
Photograph Copyright David Martin – The Phoenix Trust 2012
The Rookery today with Whitehill in the background
In this post Jeanette Allen nee Hand who attended St. Saviour’s Sunday School in the 1950s describes the house in Church Street, The Rookery where she lived until she was eight years old.
Growing up in The Rookery
My home in Church Street was a typical two up two down house with a single storey kitchen at the back. The toilet and the coal shed were in the yard behind.
The room we called the front room was rarely used except when my brother did his piano practice or when I played in it.
We lived in the other room. When I was very young it had gas lights, one each side of the fire place. One day two men appeared and put in electric lights. Afterwards my mother must have bought an electric iron because I can remember seeing the flex plugged into the double light socket so she could have the light on while ironing.
My mother would have bought the iron from John Noble’s catalogue. She ran a catalogue club for the benefit of herself and four of her sisters who lived close by. They paid a weekly amount into the club which enabled them to buy everything from clothes to household goods.
When we were living in Church Street, my father who worked on the railway earned £2.12/- (£2.60p) a week. The house belonged to our next door neighbours who rented it to us for 12/6d (62.5p) a week.
We did not have a garden but to supplement his income my father had an allotment where he kept chickens. The chickens arrived as “day olds” in a flat cardboard box full of holes. I think they came through the post or perhaps by carrier. They were kept in the house overnight before being taken to the allotment. They would begin to lay at about 16 weeks and kept us well supplied with eggs. Later the chickens were bought as “point of lay” to save the cost of rearing them.
When their careers were over, the chickens were retired – to our dinner plate. My mother prepared them, carefully putting aside any unlaid eggs which were used for baking.
The allotment also supplied us with potatoes and lettuce. My father built me a swing there which he made from an old railway sleeper. I spent many hours on it swinging and jumping off at the highest point or twisting the swing round so that it spun back while I was sitting on the seat. The swing remained there for decades after we left The Rookery but the last time I looked it had gone.
Copyright Jeanette Allen – The Phoenix Trust 2012
Photograph Copyright David Martin – The Phoenix Trust 2012
St. Saviour’s the historic tin church in The Rookery where Jeanette attended Sunday School
In this post Jeanette Allen nee Hand who spent her childhood in The Rookery and at Whitehill during the 1950s recalls attending Sunday School at St. Saviour’s, the historic tin church in Church Street.
Sunday School
For me, Sunday School at St. Saviour’s meant and still means only one thing, the hymn “There is a greenhill far away without a city wall”. I think we sang that hymn nearly every week. I remember Miss Hastie, the Sunday School teacher, explaining to us that “without a city wall” did not mean the city did not have a wall but that the hill was situated outside the wall. What she said must have struck a chord with me because I still remember it.
In those days, there were two Sunday School sessions. The main one in the morning and a shorter one just before the church service at three o’ clock in the afternoon.
Morning Sunday School followed a similar pattern every week. First there was a hymn (guess which one). Then Miss Hastie would lead the prayers followed by a reading from the Bible or the Prayer Book. Next we would be split into three groups according to age.
“The babies” went into the vestry to listen to a story from the Bible and were then given crayons and paper to draw pictures to illustrate the story.
One Sunday, when I was about 14 or 15 I was asked to take “the babies” as their regular leader wasn’t at Sunday School that day. When I told my mother afterwards she was so proud and said I must be sure to tell everyone I was a Sunday School Teacher. I had to write it on every form I filled in for years. I think I only took “the babies” three or four times but that didn’t matter to my mother. I had reached the pinnacle of becoming a Sunday School teacher.
The middle group sat in the choir stalls in front of the pulpit.
There was usually a Bible story followed by questions and answers or explanations to make sure we had understood it.
The oldest group was taken by Miss Hastie herself. Everyone was given a Bible and asked to find a particular chapter. Then would begin the reading round with each person reading a verse in turn. Of course you can guess what happened. Everyone counted out the verses until the one they had been chosen to read and ignored the others. It worked fairly well unless you began to daydream and forgot to come in at the right moment.
Before Sunday School ended all the groups came together. There was another hymn when the collection was taken. My mother gave me a penny to put in the collection. The hymn was followed by a closing prayer and we were sent home.
I don’t think we were split into groups in the afternoon. The session was too short and I can’t remember there being a collection.
To be continued.
Copyright Jeanette Allen – The Phoenix Trust 2012
Photograph Copyright David Martin – The Phoenix Trust 2011
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