‘Cup of Tea Tales’ – Religion in the life of a boy in the 1950s and 1960s. – Ladywood Methodist Church, Oakwood and St. Wilfrid’s Harehills. Choirs and Youth Clubs until he was led astray!

‘Cup of Tea Tales’ – The Build-Up to Christmas. Winter and Christmas Parties at Harehills County Primary School in the 1960s. Cup of Tea Tales

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I must start this by declaring that I haven’t any religious beliefs anymore and haven’t had any throughout my adult life, so it may seem a little strange that I am writing about religion, but times, and I, have changed. The church was still held in high regard in the 1950s and 60s and there was little talk of multiculturalism at the time. Schools had assemblies that were definitely Christian and we were taught many bible stories and scripture was part of the curriculum. We would gather in the hall at Harehills County Primary and listen to radio assemblies on a Thursday, I think. Each programme would have a hymn or two, a moral lesson and a religious story, such as Daniel in the Lion’s Den, The Fiery Furnace and the Good Samaritan. Even at Roundhay School, scant consideration was shown for any with religious beliefs other than Christian.

My father came from a very religious family in Scotland and his brother was an academic in theology at St Andrew’s University. His son, my cousin, is a professor of theology in the USA. My father was of the Presbyterian faith as a young man and I suppose it was no surprise that we attended Oakwood Church (We called it Ladywood Church.) where my brothers and I were christened. Unfortunately, the beautiful building is no more and the land it was on was sold for housing and a smaller new church was built on the land where the modern hall was.

It was a lovely old building, set in delightfully green grounds with ancient trees surrounding it. These included some horse chestnuts, that were a good first port of call during conker season. I attended Sunday school and there we listened to Bible stories and played games such as London Bridge is Falling Down, The Farmer’s in His Den and other games that involved circles and working together. We had one of the collecting boxes shown and spare change would be collected and finally delivered back to the church for their missionary charities.

I even remember once when the Sunday school leaders were trying to make a film about Joseph and his Coat of Many Colours and we went, on several Saturday afternoons, to the gorge in Roundhay Park to do some filming. I am not sure it was ever finished, and it was filmed on Super 8. I must have attended Sunday school for several years and remember Christmas parties and organised bonfires on the church grounds. One memory that has stuck with me was the annual charity collection, Sunny Smiles. Each of us was given a little book of pictures of children from around the world and they were smiling. The idea was that you canvassed donations from friends and relatives and gave them one of the faces as a receipt. The money raised was for the National Children’s Home. My older brother went to cubs at the church and my father helped coach the soccer team for at least one year. I was too young to start cubs, but I tagged along to watch my older brother and dad in action on the Soldiers’ Field. It was on one away game that Dad took Andrew and me to Crossgates where there was a soccer field for the match. I can’t remember the score, but at the end, dad drove us home and when we arrived mum asked where our dog, Sabot, was. We had taken the poodle with us, but not returned with it. Mum loved that dog more than the rest of us, and as you can imagine, dad was in the dog house. My mother was normally a lovely lady, but when riled, she could be fearsome. Dad was suffering, and we got back in the car and we searched for hours. There wasn’t a trace of him and, eventually, we had no choice but to return. The dog hadn’t returned while we had been away and dad suffered like no man had suffered before. Later that night, there was a scratching on the door and there was Sabot. He looked exhausted, wet, but none the worse for the ordeal, which was more than could be said for my father. Anyway, that was the last time the dog came with us to any matches.

For some reason, when I was about nine, my parents stopped being part of the congregation and there was a period during my primary years where we didn’t go to church at all.

St Wilfrid’s Church

However, when I was about ten or eleven, they started attending St. Wilfrid’s church between Easterley Road and Harehills. There was a young vicar, Mr Parrot, and he was quite dynamic and trendy. He lived in a nice vicarage within the church grounds, and he had a young family. My older brother, I think, started attending the youth club in the church hall and from that, he became involved in religion. I think it was through him that the rest of us started to attend this Anglican church. My older brother developed a deep interest in religion.

St. Wilfred’s, at this time, was thriving. Sundays had good attendances and the main morning communion service was full. There was a good choir, and it was led by a capable organist, Mr Jack Benton, (ex-Roundhay School). After attending church for a while, both my brother and I joined the choir and even though it meant attending choir practice, I think on a Wednesday night, I really enjoyed singing and it was there that I learnt about harmonies and music in general. Whatever your beliefs, there is something uplifting in singing en masse and despite becoming pre-adolescent I still enjoyed it.

It was possible to earn a little pocket money by singing at weddings. Often the bride and groom would like a small choir and sometimes just the trebles. We would get paid about five shillings for each wedding and it was gratefully received. At one wedding, I remember, I was the only one of the choir to turn up, but I still sang and got paid, and it was quite a solo as the family and friends didn’t know the hymns.

One wedding stuck in my mind at the time as a bit unusual. On this occasion, the bride was sixteen and the groom seventeen. Even to me, they appeared very, very young. I sometimes wonder how they went. Nowadays it would be almost criminal to allow a couple so young to wed. I believe the average age is about twenty-nine, if you marry at all.

Jack Benton, the choirmaster, became a friend of the family and, despite his alternative lifestyle, he was always welcome at our house and my mother enjoyed his company. I remember going one evening to Roundhay Park, Little Lake, where he played the organ on a stage. He played a range of popular film and musical pieces. I think it might have been Bonfire Night and there was a firework display afterwards. Mr Benton, as I knew him, was another addition to our Christmas parties and he was quite a witty man.

I must have been carried along with the religious thing and I became confirmed, at the same time as my father, by the Bishop of Wakefield, I believe. I also became a server, an acolyte, carrying in a lit candle to services. My duties also meant attending a mid-week service. On every occasion, at this service, there was only the curate and me to carry out the service to a congregation of none. Nowadays, I think it would not be approved of having a young lad alone with an adult, but I was perfectly safe and nothing untoward ever happened to me.

After the main Sunday service, we would gather in the hall for cups of tea and I remember sausage rolls being sold. They were wonderful, warm and I am sure full of fat. It was an opportunity to meet socially, and it was the same room the youth club was held in. Teenagers could hang around together and many young couples formed. My brother continued his interest in religion, but the rest of the family drifted away after the death of my father. My mother used to visit some of the old parishioners and it wasn’t unusual for elderly people, who would be on their own, to come to our house to share our parties.

I think my religious phase was cut short by hormones developing and my sights turning elsewhere. I became interested in girls and playing rugby.

Roundhay School

At Roundhay, my form teacher was the RE teacher, (Holy) Joe Pullen (not sure about the spelling), and he was a kind, considerate man who allowed us to form our own views on a range of matters. I remember discussing with him my adolescent views on a variety of social issues. Despite being a teacher of RE, he wanted us to think for ourselves. One issue I felt, and still do, is that charities should only exist for animal welfare and similar causes. Charities for overseas help were fine, but the care of the less fortunate within the country should be handled by government programmes. To my surprise, I remember him agreeing with me. I believe that currently one in ten workers is employed by charities. It is just the same in Australia and I feel ashamed that the care for society’s most vulnerable is in the hands of groups that are now businesses. This is just my personal view, so feel free to disagree with me.

St Edmund’s Church Hall

The reputation of so many religious and other organisations has been damaged by the acts of individuals under their authority, but this has led to a loss of respect for so many institutions and professions that were held in such high esteem and led to a culture of distrust and cynicism.

Lidgett Lane Methodist Church

In the 1960s, the churches would often provide youth clubs. I suppose the purpose was twofold. One was to give teenagers somewhere to go where they were supervised and they could meet safely. The second reason would probably be to try to increase the number of young people attending church. I know that there were several youth clubs on offer in the Oakwood/Roundhay area and I went to St. Edmund’s and Lidgett Park Methodist clubs, as my main ones. One of my classmates was going to St Edmund’s, and he asked me along. This was the first time I had ever ventured out for a social night, and it was the start of growing up. Being from a boys’ school, youth clubs were the opportunity to meet the girls that we could only longingly look at across the dividing trees and bushes that separated Roundhay School from Roundhay Girls’ School, but that will have to wait for another day. At the time, you could go to the youth club even if you didn’t go to church, but they did try to persuade you to attend and ran young people’s services occasionally and we were actively encouraged to attend those. It was at St Edmunds that I met my first girlfriend and a group of boys who became my friends for life. The other local youth club was the one at Lidgett Methodist Church, and that was a short distance away. They held their clubs on different nights, so it was possible to attend both. Both ran a range of events and both used to hold organised dances. I later formed a band with some of the boys I met at St Edmund’s club and played at both venues. There was another local church that held dances and that was the Uniting Church, St Andrew’s, I believe. I only remember going once or twice, but it has remained in my memory.

St Andrew’s Church Hall

The Methodist youth club organised all sorts of events and they had two couples, young volunteers who ran it. I have forgotten their names, apart from one Cedric Robinson, who was the leader. They gave their time willingly, cheerfully and very patiently. My friends and I had many adventures at both clubs and it provided our social outlet for several important years, from the age of thirteen to fifteen or sixteen.

6 Replies to “‘Cup of Tea Tales’ – Religion in the life of a boy in the 1950s and 1960s. – Ladywood Methodist Church, Oakwood and St. Wilfrid’s Harehills. Choirs and Youth Clubs until he was led astray!”

  1. I was christened St Clements church, now demolition, placed with car wash sheep scar, confirmed was 12 years old at St Aidan’s Church Roundhay still in use. Stars on Sunday and songs of praise always loved to watch, just songs of praise show left now, we are as a family, are Church of England members always will be in our hearts. School hymn is taken from our children. This is sad.

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  2. This brings back so many memories for me. I went to the youth club at St Wilfrieds for several years and when I was around 15 was friendly with a boy called Andrew Cameron, he lived just off Arlington Road near Oakwood, any relation?

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  3. I went to John The Baptist Sunday School on Harehills Lane in the 60’s, I enjoyed all the stories (and the chocolate bars we were given!) and used to love reading my children’s Bible, I still have the one presented to me in 1964. My brother hated church but I liked to go. Loved singing the hymns at Harehills School, I’m not very religious these days but see no harm in children reading the stories. I laughed at the story of your poor dog being left behind, your Mum must have been so cross! Clever of him to find his way home though. I used to live nr St Wilfred’s and have a vague memory of seeing a pantomine there ‘Babes in The Wood’, maybe it was somewhere nearby, I was only about 5 so can’t remember much. Regarding charities, how long have we been seeing starving children on our screens, it never improves, all the money sent goes elsewhere, very sad. I personally prefer to give to local charities such as a nearby animal shelter.

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    1. I enjoyed the bible stories too, Yvonne. There is much the world could learn from them. Glad you enjoyed the dog story. I have no idea how it managed to find its way home. Things are rather sad in the world at the moment, but we have to hope they will get better.
      Good to hear from you
      David

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