well here's wishing you all a Happy Easter!
Cath observed in her comment that I carried the Catholic guilt, without actually subscribing to the belief.......and that is true.
My mother used to take me to early morning Mass at the Sacred Heart church on Blackburn Road in Accrington.
We would not have breakfast before we went......and we walked to the church from our home atop of Riley's Hill.......not a short walk by any means. My tummy would rumble throughout the service, and I felt sure that the priest could hear me.
The mass was in Latin, but Ma had a missal which had the english version printed in red writing under the latin mass ......so that we, the plebs could follow it I suppose.
I quite liked the mysticism of the mass....the incense, the robes, the language....and the church was beautiful. Much more ornate that the Wesley Methodist.
I didn't take in much of the service, but I would gaze around at the architecture of the church......the windows and the stations of the cross.....the ladies in their best coats and hats........you had to wear a hat to go to church then.......it was considered disrespectful to attend church with your head uncovered.
I didn't go the the service which included the stations of the cross because I didn't like it.
Another thing about Easter, you were supposed to have something new to wear....they used to say that if you didn't have something new 'the crows will mess on you'.
We were poor.....as I noted in previous blogs, but the tradition of having something new for Easter was maintained......though sometimes it wouldn't be new, as in shop bought new....but it would be new to us.
A jumble sale frock....or one that my Grandma Duxbury had made, from a fent which had been bought from Broad Oak print works(for something like threepence).....with knickers to match.
For the boys in the family it would be something like the replacement of their school shoes or a new jumper....fair isle knit, again courtesy of Grandma Duxbury.....all made from oddments of wool.
The lads didn't much like these pullovers/jumpers....but they did satisfy tradition and as such they were worn on Easter Day.
The other thing that i remember about Easter sunday is that we usually had a roast chicken.......which was a real luxury then.
Though I can remember one year when we didn't.....Ma got a rabbit(much cheaper) instead......made a rabbit pie.
I wouldn't eat it and was sent to bed hungry......and told off for being ungrateful.
So those are my further memories of Easter.
Still not as good as yours Jen
Cath observed in her comment that I carried the Catholic guilt, without actually subscribing to the belief.......and that is true.
My mother used to take me to early morning Mass at the Sacred Heart church on Blackburn Road in Accrington.
We would not have breakfast before we went......and we walked to the church from our home atop of Riley's Hill.......not a short walk by any means. My tummy would rumble throughout the service, and I felt sure that the priest could hear me.
The mass was in Latin, but Ma had a missal which had the english version printed in red writing under the latin mass ......so that we, the plebs could follow it I suppose.
I quite liked the mysticism of the mass....the incense, the robes, the language....and the church was beautiful. Much more ornate that the Wesley Methodist.
I didn't take in much of the service, but I would gaze around at the architecture of the church......the windows and the stations of the cross.....the ladies in their best coats and hats........you had to wear a hat to go to church then.......it was considered disrespectful to attend church with your head uncovered.
I didn't go the the service which included the stations of the cross because I didn't like it.
Another thing about Easter, you were supposed to have something new to wear....they used to say that if you didn't have something new 'the crows will mess on you'.
We were poor.....as I noted in previous blogs, but the tradition of having something new for Easter was maintained......though sometimes it wouldn't be new, as in shop bought new....but it would be new to us.
A jumble sale frock....or one that my Grandma Duxbury had made, from a fent which had been bought from Broad Oak print works(for something like threepence).....with knickers to match.
For the boys in the family it would be something like the replacement of their school shoes or a new jumper....fair isle knit, again courtesy of Grandma Duxbury.....all made from oddments of wool.
The lads didn't much like these pullovers/jumpers....but they did satisfy tradition and as such they were worn on Easter Day.
The other thing that i remember about Easter sunday is that we usually had a roast chicken.......which was a real luxury then.
Though I can remember one year when we didn't.....Ma got a rabbit(much cheaper) instead......made a rabbit pie.
I wouldn't eat it and was sent to bed hungry......and told off for being ungrateful.
So those are my further memories of Easter.
Still not as good as yours Jen
