9 December 2012

Everton

Holy Trinity Church, Everton
Everton isn't just an area of Liverpool famous for mints and a blue and white football team, it's also a  lovely village in North Nottinghamshire. To me it's got everything: two pubs, a shop, a village school, a sports field, a variety of houses of different ages and an old church with history stretching back to Saxon  times. It's called Holy Trinity.

Whenever I find a church unlocked, I go inside to soak up the atmosphere and to admire the building's craftsmanship and masonry. It may also reveal many secrets about the community it has served - from the burials of noteworthy local residents to the names of those who died in wars. An old church is like a book you can read. Very rarely will you ever find an old English church that was never altered, improved or repaired. They seem to have evolved with time, warts and all. And I find it interesting that so many old churches were first erected upon sites that had pagan significance, before Christianity was harnessed by the gentry as a means of  subduing the peasantry.

Today I turned the big iron handle and pushed open the gnarled oak door of Holy Trinity. Inside, sunlight was streaming in and there were fresh flowers by the pulpit. The beautiful, rounded and simply carved chancel arch suggested a significant Norman input. How clever those people were - to create such a structure almost a thousand years ago - with dressed stone from faraway quarries. If you think about it, for just a little while, your mind tends to boggle. No electricity. No motor vehicles or power tools. No tubular steel scaffolding. No hard hats or DIY stores.

In the southern apse, I saw an open bible on a simple altar and beside it a turned wooden candlestick and a brass cross. Sunlight through imperfect medieval glass produced interesting shadows on the uneven lime-wash wall behind and that is why I took the picture at the top of this post. It seems to capture something of the serenity of that old church in Everton. May she still be standing another thousand years hereafter. Amen.
Holy Trinity, Everton

8 comments:

  1. Amen to that too.

    Terrific photo.

    Lovely descriptive writing, it is a shame you weren't my English teacher at school, although I don't think Mr Hayes (who I always thought would have made an excellent Heathcliffe) did too bad a job with me.

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  2. I know EVERTON.....
    though never been in the church
    (btw my grandfather was the verger of st George's church in Liverpool's EVERTON )

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  3. I do feel, after looking at your photos and reading your descriptions that I have visited the place with you. Thank you for that.

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  4. HUNGRY HIPPO Thank you my friend...Shame Mr Hayes didn't teach you hot to spell "involuntary" - otherwise you are an A grade English student in spite of the occasional blasphemy! Naughty Hippo!
    EARL GRAY How come a member of the noble Gray dynasty had to trim the grass verges outside a church? It doesn't make sense.
    LIBBY Okay, you just sit in your comfy armchair and stay dry. I'll do the walks for you while you munch chocolate eclairs.

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  5. "Shame Mr Hayes didn't teach you hot to spell "involuntary"...

    'hot' to spell?

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  6. Now now YP....don't make too many assumptions, for that is what they are and could be wrong...but I do know that you get the better end of the deal...and with smashing photos to boot.

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  7. Now now YP....don't make too many assumptions, for that is what they are and could be wrong...but I do know that you get the better end of the deal...and with smashing photos to boot.

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  8. Definitely more interesting and photogenic than the Liverpool Everton for me, YP.

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