Note from the Editor
November is of course the month that we remember those who protected us from harm so that we could live the lives we have today. We celebrate their life and remember the sacrifices they made. “The living owe it to those who can no longer speak to tell their story for them” – Czeslaw Milosz
A Prayer for Remembrance
Ever-living God, we remember those whom you have gathered from the storm of war into the peace of your presence; may that same peace calm our fears, bring justice to all peoples and establish harmony among the nations, through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Want to purchase a poppy?
If you’d like to purchase a poppy this year please visit Pat and Alf Joyce at their home as they have the box of poppies. Please remember to wear a mask and socially distance wherever possible.
A father was approached by his small son who told him proudly, “I know what the Bible means!”
His father smiled and replied, “What do you mean, you ‘know’ what the Bible means?
The son replied. “I do know!”
“Okay,” said his father. “What does the Bible mean?”
“That’s easy, Daddy…” the young boy replied excitedly, “It stands for ‘Basic Information Before Leaving Earth’
There was a very gracious lady who was mailing an old family Bible to her brother in another part of the country. “Is there anything breakable in here?” asked the postal clerk.
“Only the Ten Commandments ” answered the lady.
Submitted by Myra Ranson
Recipe – Simple chorizo and bean stew
Spice up a stew with chorizo & stir in some cannellini beans for a super quick meal.
- Splash of rapeseed oil
- 110g cooked chorizo, cut into pieces, skin peeled off
- 1 onion, finely chopped
- 1 garlic clove, crushed
- 400g tin chopped tomatoes
- 600g tinned cannellini beans in water, drained
- Handful fresh flatleaf parsley, roughly chopped
- Crusty bread, to serve
- Salt and freshly ground black pepper
- Heat the oil in a lidded saucepan over a medium-low heat.
- Add the chorizo and cook until the oil starts to run from the chorizo.
- Add the onion and garlic and cover with the lid. Cook, stirring from time to time, until soft.
- Add the tomatoes and beans, stir well and cover.
- Simmer for 10 minutes. Add a little water if the stew is too thick.
- Add the parsley, season to taste with salt and pepper and stir well.
- Serve in soup bowls, with crusty bread. Enjoy!!
Submitted by Pam Boyes
A bewilderment in Beaumaris
For many of us, Anglesey is a place of happy memories spent on holiday, with pleasant views of both inland and out to sea. The Menai Strait is a narrow stretch of sea which separates the island of Anglesey from the mainland of Wales, and on a clear day, one can see the magnificent Snowden ranges in stark relief. To local boatsmen, the Strait is known as “The Swellies” because of turbulent waters. Indeed, many have lost their lives in these
waters over the centuries due to stormy weather, but also in more recent times during the construction of the two bridges which span the narrow strip of sea water. There is good fishing in these waters; I know because I have personally caught delicious sea bass. However, this true story does not relate to the sea but to an event that my family and I experienced which we will never forget, and it happened whilst we were on holiday on Anglesey.
It was in the mid-1980’s when we stayed in a small caravan owned by fellow Church members, Ian and Margaret Bancroft. The caravan was pitched on a rented spot on a farm. We enjoyed the daily visit of a very friendly donkey belonging to the farm. We took pity on this friendly creature because flies were constantly buzzing around his head and around his eyes. Our futile efforts to rid him of his miniature ‘nemeses’ with fly spray was soon abandoned.
The farm was situated just a little way beyond, and inland from, Beaumaris and up a narrow lane. The exact details now escape my memory, but I do remember how trees grew along both sides of the lane. The lane was very narrow, and so the trees grew over the lane, thus forming a tunnel which hid the sun from view. Two vehicles could not pass one another except at a point where a field gate would occasionally punctuate the route. Having now described the setting, our story can now be told.
We had enjoyed a beautiful day’s run in the car exploring the island and it was now time to return to the caravan. By now, it was very dark as the sun had set a couple of hours earlier. We drove through Beaumaris and turned up the lane which led back to the farm where we were staying. It was pitch black with a gentle swirl of evening mist as we drove into the tunnel of growth. Then suddenly, a most shocking sight appeared in the car’s headlight beams and I braked fiercely to avoid a collision.
What we saw was unbelievable and I think we all blinked ridiculously hard at the same moment. Pat, my wife, was sat in the front passenger seat and our three children
Karen, Garry and Yvonne were sat in back. What we saw were two huge white horns and blazing eyes staring at us but with no body – they seemed to be suspended, totally static in mid-air, about 10 feet in front of the car. Pat screamed and explained later that she was convinced that it was the devil in person and would now, from hereon, be having nightmares about it for many days to come, which indeed she did.
The creature in front of us did not move for several moments, then it slowly blinked which meant it must be an earthly creature. I slowly opened my car door and stood up next to the car and stared wide-eyed at the apparition. As I did so, Pat shouted through the open window for me to get back into the car. Carefully I moved forward and then realized it was definitely bovine, and was in fact the biggest black bull I had ever seen – bear in mind, when I was a teenager, I had worked on a farm, but I had never seen a bull this big before.
I shouted to Pat to get into the driver’s seat and give several blasts on the horn and at the same time I shouted as loud as I could and clapped my hands. Whilst I was pre-occupied with the task at hand, Pat recalls how the bull was staring ferociously at us and snorting loudly (I do not remember these things).
I weighed-up the beast and concluded it must be at least twice the weight of our car. This could be tricky, I thought, and so I must not annoy it. The creature never moved for several moments, but then eventually, and seemingly reluctantly, it slowly turned around to face the direction we were going. “Phew,” I thought and began to follow it as Pat followed me in the car. Things were working out okay until we came to a field gate and the bull stopped in front of it because beyond it was a field full of cows! “Now what?” I thought. But then slowly the bull continued down the lane and as it disappeared around the next bend, I could see the entrance to the farm was right in front of us. I jumped back into the car on the passenger side and we drove down to the caravan.
In the following morning, I told the farmer what had happened. In classic style, he removed his headwear, wiped his brow, and said “Oh man, you’re an incredibly lucky person. Not one of us farmers likes to go near it because that bull has a very nasty temper!” “Oops,” I thought, “A narrow escape!” Pat recalls clearly how she was convinced it was the devil himself, but the children just thought it was exciting as they sat safely in the back of the car. Even though they are now grown up, they still laugh about it to this day.
Needless to say, that we did enjoy the rest of our holiday with no further ‘ado.’ But It is fun to think back to unusual events, but never realizing at the time, that danger could have been close at hand.
Written by Alfred Joyce
A medieval afternoon Tea
Pat and Alf enjoyed an afternoon tea at Peckforton Castle with Karen and Chris a few weeks ago. Peckforton Castle, in Tarporley, is where Becky and Lee were married last year and is a beautiful place to visit. Hint – check out Groupon for deals rather than pay full price!
Postal scam warning
Christmas is fast approaching, Royal Mail and The Trading Standards Office are making people aware of the following scam:
A card is posted through your door from a company called PDS (Parcel Delivery Service) suggesting that they were unable to deliver a parcel and that you need to contact them on 0906 661 1911 (a premium rate number). If you call the number and you start to hear a recorded message you will already have been billed £315 for the phone call. If you do receive a card with these details, then please contact Royal Mail Fraud on 020 7239 6655.
For more information, see the Crime stoppers website. Please be aware that the premium rate number may change but nevertheless please do not call any number stated on a card from PDS. Please make your family, friends and neighbours aware of the above.
Submission from Karen Garrattley
Christian aid appeals
Christian Aid are desperate for support with their upcoming appeals:
- Autumn appeal: for donations towards providing rich harvests that are threatened by climate change.
- Christmas appeal: for donations to help purchase face shields, gloves and masks for frontline care workers.
You can donate by clicking here
Thanks for reading
Edited and compiled by Becky Vanden