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Totnes & Bridgetown Parish Magazine

October 2015

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Dear All,

Whilst many of you will have had your holidays, I am on the brink of having a week away and so this is very much in my thoughts at the moment. We take holidays for a variety of reasons. For some this is about finding warmth and sunshine

with a chance to relax and recharge the batteries. For others it is about visiting places of interest and explor-ing new avenues, of walking and sight seeing. Some like the traditional bucket and spade holiday by the seaside, and others prefer the comfort of a luxury ho-tel, good food and entertainment. And so the list could go on and with the exception perhaps of the desire to relax, most come back from their holidays happy but needing a holiday to get over it, and even the relaxa-tion holiday usually involves actively having a good time. So do we holiday to rest or are we seeking some-thing else?

A holiday is more about stepping back from the routine of life and, whether it is active or not, allows the op-portunity for reflection and a chance to focus, which is really where the concept of holiday came from. The term holiday originates from Holy Day and was an al-lowed break from everyday activities to worship, to give thanks and to reflect on a given saint’s day or festi-val of the Church. The masses whose faith varied great-ly returned to their normal pattern of life with a much better spirit and with batteries recharged.

These days, holidays seem very far removed from the origin of Holy Days, but nevertheless do produce the same opportunities and I believe it is important for us all to pause and focus on what we are doing and reflect on how we are living our lives. For most this will be to accept our lot and hopefully be content with it. For others it may bring about life changing decisions, but in all cases it will enable us to identify the joy and wonder of life with all its challenges and ups and downs. Some-times we take life for granted but, needless to say, it is far too precious to allow it to be frittered away like this.

The main thrust of Jesus’ teaching is about realising the kingdom of heaven on earth, which is not about keep-ing God happy, but finding a fulfilment in life that makes us happy: the kingdom becoming a reality, with-in us and around us, when all had come to share this. It sounds a bit way out and remote, but in taking time to reflect and focus, in taking a Holy Day, we can acknowledge how good it is to be alive. Whilst things sometimes do look hard and difficult, life itself is a very precious gift and indeed, we may need to make life changing decisions to find this desired fulfilment. Jesus’ teaching for this was to love God and one another, the latter part being the ultimate challenge, but the key to this fulfilment. For once we have learnt to love one another there is a real chance of grasping how to love God and all that he has given us.

So when we take our holidays, may we make time to focus and reflect on the goodness of life. May we see that it is good to be alive and in looking to the teach-ings of Christ play our part in bringing fulfilment and happiness, not just to ourselves, but to others.

With every blessing,

Julian

SACRED SPACE

St John’s Church, Bridgetown

ANGELS

Sunday 4th October

6.30—7.15pm A chance to explore what you believe about Angels, and

to look at Michael, Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael.

Totnes & Bridgetown Parish Magazine, Oct 2015

www.stmaryandstjohns.com

Holidays and it is good to be alive!

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It’s just a thought Within three days of becoming the new curate my vicar sent me to do my fist funeral at the Crem. I was flying solo and afterwards I thought I may have committed the poor soul to everlasting fire instead of everlasting Life, but the relatives seemed pleased and gave me a big thank you.

It was a huge city parish with thousands of people. The vicar did his best to keep it all going - Services, school, hospital, pastoral care and endless births marriages and deaths. Another curate looked after the daughter church and another lump of the parish. It was Onward Christian Soldiers and full on. But why am I telling you all this?

Because today there is no vicar, no curates, and only one church still standing. That building is now an ‘inter-faith-centre’ where Christians, Muslims, West Indians and oth-ers share their times of worship. It’s very different from fifty years ago, but it’s nice to think that God is still there and perhaps he even likes it better.

However, Christians have not found it easy having other faiths around and we don’t always say nice things about them because we think that they are mistaken, or they are going to take us over; especially when the big faiths have different names for God, like Allah, Adonai, Bud-dha, Rama and Krishna. And we might wonder if they are different Gods. Or could they be just different names for the One Absolute Reality?

Many Christian thinkers today have come to believe that lying behind those many names is the One God, and that there are many paths for those who come with compas-sion, peace and an open heart seeking through their own religion the presence of that Absolute Truth who we call ‘Our Father’.

In Totnes we see little of the world faiths. Instead our town is what was once called the ‘Alternative capital of the world’. This alternativeness offers the choice of many spiritual paths to personal wholeness, or a deeper understanding of the native earth wisdoms and a cele-bration of Life. Sometimes this alternative approach can surprise us.

I was looking in a Totnes window at the interesting books on show when I spotted a book with the title, ‘Goddesses never Age’. As I stood looking and wonder-ing, a lady who I didn’t know, wearing a long white dress beneath other flowing garments, came and stood very close to me. To my surprise she said, ‘It’s true, you know, goddesses never grow old’. My goodness, I thought, I’ve found a new friend. So I asked her how she knew that goddesses never aged. Then she turned to me with a

radiant smile and said, ‘Because I am a goddess’! And before I could say another word she was gone in a swirl of white. And I needed another coffee!

You may laugh or even call it silly but for that dear soul, by whatever name she called herself, had found some-thing of great value to her. I do not know what her expe-rience was, but I am prepared to say that whilst I came to know God’s love and presence through the Christian tradition and nurture of the church - and that will always be precious to me; I cannot say that this has to be the way for everyone in today’s complex society. Of course there are dangers in every religious faith or spiritual path, but are we not called to seek and then find?

We need to remember that no one person or one reli-gion can hold all the truth; it lies rather in the total of

human experience. So if you see a man in an orange robe or a man with a beard or a turban; or if one day you bump into a goddess, say, ‘Praise the Lord’ and go and have another coffee and treat yourself to a cake. It will cheer you up no end, and it will cheer God up too.

Revd Cliff Berdinner

Play serves up climate change re-

ality A Riding Lights Theatre production called Baked Alaska,

focussing on the unpredictable effects of climate change,

is to come to our diocese this month. Focusing on the

four themes of food, water, fuel and temperature rise,

the play - commissioned by the Diocese of Lichfield and

charities Christian Aid and Operation Noah - will bring

together inter-connecting stories of people living with

climate change.

Christian Aid’s regional coordinator for South Devon

Laura McAdam said: “In the high-energy, ‘seriously

funny’ style for which Riding Lights is well known, the

play underlines how baked Alaska is something we can

all look forward to… unless we do something about it.

Coming hot on the heels of harvest festivals and just

weeks before the crucial 2015 United Nations Climate

Change Conference in Paris, we hope that congregations

will take the time to be both entertained and inspired.”

The play will be staged at Belmont Chapel, Western Way, Exeter on Saturday 10 October at 7.30pm. For tickets call 01904 613000.

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4 Oct

Trinity 16

11 Oct

Trinity 17

18 Oct

Trinity 18

25 Oct

Last Sun

After Trinity

TOTNES

8.00

DP JO JO DP

BRIDGE-TOWN

9.30

DP United service

JL

JO Harvest

JL

TOTNES

11.15

United at St John’s,

Bridgetown

JO + baptism

JO Harvest

JO

TOTNES

6.30

Compline

Douglas

Evensong

JO

BRIDGE-TOWN 6.30

Sacred Space

DP

SUNDAY SERVICES IN OCTOBER

Love flowing from the depth of God On the 12th October 1915 Edith Cavell was shot and killed by

a German firing squad for assisting Allied soldiers to escape.

Edith, the daughter of a priest, trained as a nurse at the Roy-

al London Hospital and in 1907 became the director of a

nursing school in Belgium. When Germany was poised to

invade Belgium, Edith returned to be with the nurses she had

trained, and she insisted that their calling was to care for all,

friend and foe alike.

Speaking to the Reverend H. Stirling Gahan on the eve of her

execution she is reported to have said “Standing as I do in

the view of God and eternity, I realise that patriotism is not

enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards any-

one.”

Thankfully, few of us will face death because of our Christian

faith but Edith reminds us of the cost of following Christ and

the God who promises to sustain us.

Love should be the mark of our lives as Christians. The mark

of genuine love is not simply the way we appreciate those

we like. The love of God binds us all together; it smashes

barriers that separate and prejudice and it brings the most

unlikely people together. It demands us to love those who

we may find it difficult to like, to forgive and to be inclusive

and generous.

This love can only flow from the depth of God. As Paul prays

it is by being rooted and established in love that we may

have the power to be grasp that love which surpasses

knowledge and so be filled with the measure of all the full-

ness of God (Ephesians 3:14-21). So let us pray:

God of compassion,

as we recall the fearless courage of your servant Edith Cavell,

give us a heart to serve and to care even for those who

abuse and despise us.

Remove from us all fear, hatred, and bitterness,

and give us that life-giving love that loves to the uttermost

and seeks the good of all, through Jesus Christ who came to

seek and to save the lost. Amen.

Rt Revd Sarah Mullally, Bishop of Crediton

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The Story of Justin - 23rd Instalment

Click here to read the story so far

A consultant stood at the foot end of Justin's bed and asked, “Mr. Symondson, are you aware of what the results of the tests mean?” Justin looked bewildered; I shook my head and made a denying gesture with my hand and motioned to go outside. I was taken to a small room across the corridor.

“Justin must not be told,” I said emphatically. “He has a right to know,” the consultant countered.

“Justin is a spe-cial case,” I ex-plained. He is brain-damaged, he lives a lot of the time in a kind of dream world. He loves life and only recently stated, 'It would be nice if life could go on for 300 years; it is so good'. He lives in the moment, and I would like every moment of his remaining weeks or months to be as happy as pos-sible and not be overshadowed by the prospect of his approaching death. Should he at any time ask seriously if his state was terminal, I'd tell him.”

I had to follow my gut instinct, and this felt like the right decision although generally I am very much against leaving a person ignorant of the situation.

Justin was in hospital for two days while a dear friend, my Mr. Fixit, converted our living room into a shared bedroom-come-day room. Justin's bed had been moved down and two mattresses added to make it higher. My sleeping quarters were a mattress on the floor between the sofa and the wall.

The coffee table was taken out, arm chairs rearranged, and the top of a nest of tables served as my writing desk in a position where I could see Justin. It all felt amazingly cosy. I set up a 'smoking room' in the hall-way: a narrow table next to the front door and in front of the full-length window which gave him a lovely view

of the daffodils in bloom on the terrace. I also moved all the pots of spring flowers where he could see them. The door to a cupboard on his right was soon com-pletely covered with 'get-well' cards, and on the chest of drawers to his left I placed the flowers and presents which arrived for him. We felt surrounded by love and good wishes from so many that I felt we were going to cope all right.

And then I found I wouldn't. Unless I got extra help. And urgently! Although my mattress on the floor was comfortable enough I couldn't sleep because Justin got

up soon after he had been tucked in – and immedi-ately fell. I could not raise myself quickly enough, my strength and agility lacking after the heart attack not that long ago. He fell several more times during the night, resulting in puddles, and worse. I needed night-nurses, and this proved extremely diffi-cult. I got Marie Curie nurses to cover two nights, then went through the yellow pages and phoned and

phoned all day, to be told each time, 'No night nursing' or 'None available'. Justin's doctor was away, and in desperation I called my own doctor next morning dur-ing the phone-in time. I asked if she knew whom I could turn to to get more information, or help. The answer was curt and to the point, “This is not my field, and he is not my patient”. When I pleaded that my own health was at risk, she added, “I cannot help you; I have five patients' calls waiting” and hung up. I put the receiver down and let out a scream. Then I remem-bered the South Devon Carers' Consortium, and they were able to fill the remaining spaces. I now had nurs-es coming from four different agencies and it worked well. Justin welcomed them, enjoying the attention, and I could sleep upstairs in my own bed. He was thrilled he was allowed into ‘Anne of Cleves’ again; this had been his favourite café before he became persona non grata on account of shouting to be served. They relented because I would be by his side and he was

Justin and Helga, five months before his diagnosis

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much more subdued now. After our coffee, we walked up to St. Mary's to light a candle, Justin leaning on my shoulder. On the way down, just under the East Gate, he suddenly got such a momentum and ran down the steep section so fast I could not slow him down and as I tried to guide him towards what is now the Co-Op su-permarket we crashed into a wall. He had only grazed his hand and was not in the least upset. Our falling had become routine: once we had fallen five times in one day; we always managed to get up, putting both mine and his strength into the effort. He always insisted on walking up to the Cott Inn, and without taking his stick, in order not to appear an old man to his mates in the pub. When he was first presented with it, he looked at it with disdain and remarked, “Has it come to this?” We drove to Cranks every day, and I was grateful for the disabled parking spaces. Once they were all taken, hardly any of them had a blue badge dis-played, and I put a notice under the windshield of a very posh car, stating what a friend had recom-mended: You have my parking space. Would you also like my disa-bility?

On another day, again they were all taken and we had to walk from the far end. As we neared the car clos-est to the shops a young couple ap-proached, swinging their shopping bags, and got in. I went up to them, Justin leaning heavily on me, and said, “You haven't got a disabled badge.” The abuse I got doesn't bear repeating. I couldn't leave Jus-tin at the drop-off point for fear of his falling while I parked.

Once Justin asked, “Your husband, was he like this, like I am now?” I answered, “He had a heart condition; you have a bal-ance problem.” “Ah”, he said, relieved. Concerned that he might see the many melanoma spots on his chest, I got ski pyjamas which could be pulled over his head swiftly. Then one evening he decided to undress himself and as I entered the room he was looking down on his chest. “What are all these black spots?” he asked in very worried voice. I assured him, “They are what you are taking the special tablets for.” Again I saw relief written all over his face. The steroids made him feel quite well and one morning he mounted the front steps by himself and pronounced ecstatically, “I'm back to normalcy”. That day he refused to take his medica-

tion, proclaiming he didn't need it. No argument made him change his mind, no warning he would feel ill with-out it. By evening he claimed he felt terrible. He took the tablets, but vomited them up. He went to bed and was soon asleep. Then in the middle of the night there was an almighty rumpus and shouting downstairs. I rushed down and found he had lashed out at the night nurse and wouldn't let her take him to the toilet. He also lashed out at me, and we were both in despair. The nurse called Doctors Direct. The doctor got him take the pills, and he kept them down. He had learned his lesson and from now on took the pills willingly. His brothers and his mother came to visit, realising it was the last time they'd see him.

As the weeks went on I witnessed his getting weaker and weaker, but he still enjoyed his meals which were delivered from the Park Hotel in Paignton. Then one day he didn't know what to do as he sat in front of his plate, and it took a little while till he managed to eat. Not long after, at Cranks, he couldn't get up when it was time to leave. He was staring at me, not responding. A woman on the next table observed us, and with her help and that of a staff member we managed to raise him and get him up the steps, and, with him leaning on the woman and me we got him to the car. I asked if she was a nurse. “No, I am a doctor,” she said. Back home I couldn't get Justin out of the car; luckily my cleaner was in the house, and together we managed. I realised I'd need some-one else every day when going to Cranks or the pub and knew of a neighbour who offered to do all kinds of jobs, and she agreed to help me with Justin, and for a few more days we were able to still do our outings. Only a couple of weeks pre-viously we had visited friends. Now

it was evident he was winding down.

Then came a deciding event: He had become very stiff, his legs sticking out like a wooden doll's. I tried in vain to get him off the wheelchair commode which he had started using as he had become doubly incontinent on and off. In the pro-cess he got his legs stuck, and I was trapped between the bed and the wheelchair. No way could we shift and we just hung there. Luckily the night nurse was due in a short while. We decided he needed to go to a Nursing Home. This proved to be quite a challenge. Again Providence came to the res-cue.

[Concluding next month]

A line drawing of Justin by a student at

Dartington

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God’s not broke! Philip Sourbut, the new dioce-

san Director of Mission and

Ministry experienced a call to

ordination in his late teens but

says God is still calling him. He

grew up in a Christian family:

his dad played the organ so he

was taken along to church

from an early age. Philip got

involved in a large church

youth group of around 60 young people which was very active

and he recalls one time they toured Scotland in a double deck-

er bus. The support of youth leaders and friends which he re-

ceived at this time helped him to commit his life to God and he

says: “As a teenager faith became real.”

Two years into his degree course in Economics he knew he

would have to make a decision about his future and while

helping as a leader on a Christian camp, he met with a vicar

who encouraged him to test his calling. He went to selection

conference and was recommended for training. He then spent

two years teaching in London. After marrying his wife Elaine

they moved to a mining village in Durham at the time of the

miners strike. He says: “We were very conscious of communi-

ties in crisis.”

The couple moved to Devon in 1998 and Philip became Team

Rector in the Culm Valley. In 2009 he took on the role of dioce-

san Vocations Officer and worked for the South West Ministry

Training Course training new curates and ordinands. Through

all the different things he has done Philip says “a sense of God

calling” sustains and motivates him. He says: “I sense that God

is constantly at work and we are asked to join in. God’s not

broke!”

And of his new role he says: “I am particularly keen to support

both clergy and lay people with training to deepen our disci-

pleship and share the good news with the people in Devon.

Discipleship is about knowing we are deeply loved and about

being sure in our identity. It’s about travelling with others,

having our lives shaped by Jesus and serving Him.”

CHILDREN’S SINGING WORKSHOP

This starts at 10am on Saturday 17th October at St Mary’s.

The Director is Stephen Tanner, who is Director of School Mu-

sic and the Girl Choristers at Exeter Cathedral. An informal

concert of music studied during the day begins at 2.15pm. The

workshop will use Popular Music to encourage, educate and

inspire children not only to sing, but to sing well! To book a

place and / or to find out more, please telephone 01803

770515 or email Jan Dietz.

A ‘Cross in your Pocket’

This letter speaks

for itself! The

cross was made

by one of our

Stewards at St

Mary’s who wishes

to remain anony-

mous.

To find out more

about cross-

making and/or

Stewarding, con-

tact Liz Waterson

at 01803 849345

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Word for Today

Practise Soul Care

'He restores my soul' - Psalm 23.3

David said, ‘The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads

me beside the still waters. He restores my soul…’ (vv 1-

3 NKJV). Today car engines are computerised. A light

on your dashboard will let you know something’s

wrong and that it’s time for a checkup. Your soul will

do that too. But you’ve got to pay attention to the sig-

nals! Don’t wait until you have a spiritual, moral, emo-

tional or relational breakdown before you stop and pay

attention. When your soul’s thirst is not quenched and

its needs are not met, it will seek relief some other

way, often a way that will hurt you. You must know

when to say ‘when’. Most of us don’t take breaks that

enable us to ‘restore our souls’. We’re ensnared by

guilt, as if stopping would somehow be irresponsible.

Or we fear losing ground because we took a minute for

ourselves. One of the hardest things in life to achieve is

not success, but a sense of balance. So in all your goal-

setting and ‘go-getting’, don’t forget your soul. Even

God rested (Genesis 2:2). And if He did, then you need

to also. The power of rest is that it allows you to enjoy

the journey of life and not just the destination. Indeed,

if you don’t learn to walk in the park by choice, you

may end up in the hospital by necessity. When God

‘makes you lie down in green pastures’, enjoy them.

When He ‘leads you beside the still waters’, it’s to re-

fresh and restore you. So practise soul care!

UCB's Word for Today is a free publication available in

both our churches and throughout the UK.

Web www.ucb.co.uk

Busy Bees! Bishop Sarah has been busy settling into life in our dio-

cese, and so have the 60,000 bees the family has

brought with them. Sarah’s husband Eamonn started

keeping bees three years ago and the family’s two

hives were carefully moved to Tiverton at the end of

August. The Devon Bee Keepers Association helped

them to find a suitable site to keep the bees in a large

garden in a village close-by, as the family’s new home

has neighbours in close proximity.

THE WAY I SEE IT : of House and Home

By Canon David Winter

Houses have been in the news in recent months – a hot political topic for those in power or seeking it, a source of desperate concern to those who simply can’t find a place to live.

Prices, especially in London and the south-east, are stag-geringly high. A semi-detached suburban house in the road where my wife and I brought up our family forty years ago is currently valued at a million pounds. We bought it in 1964 for £4,500! Of course, it’s not ‘real’ money – more like Monopoly finance. And many of the people paying those exaggerated prices aren’t even buy-ing a house to live in, but as an investment.

Equally, in towns and villages across Britain, young people planning to set up home together face years and years of saving simply to afford the deposit on a house. Many settle for renting, which means that there’s no money left to save for that deposit. The short answer, obviously, is to build more affordable houses. Everyone agrees, but whenever there are plans to build some, the cry goes up ‘Not in my back yard!’ The Government also agrees that we need such housing, but what, in terms of the average monthly wage, is ‘affordable’? Certainly not the prices we see discussed in all these TV programmes about ‘a place in the country’ or ‘Location, Location’.

Houses matter. Or, rather, homes do. There’s a lovely vision drawn by the Jewish prophet Micah of a day when everyone will ‘sit under their own vines and under their own fig trees, and no one shall make them afraid’. It doesn’t mention a house, but it’s a lovely picture of a home: a place where we feel secure, welcome and loved.

Sadly, not every house is a home, but every home is a precious gift, whether it’s two up and two down or what has recently been dubbed a ‘mansion’. Somehow or oth-er, and before it’s too late, we need to find a way to house all those would-be families, not luxuriously, but decently. The fig-tree in the back garden can be optional.

I consider this article highly relevant in view of the con-cerns about lack of affordable housing here in Totnes.—Any comments? - JH

Your Faith, Your Finance and the Common Good is the title of a conference taking place from 10.30am to 4pm on 24 October in

St Michael’s and All Angels Church, Mount Dinham, Exeter. It is being run by the Ecu-menical Council for Corporate Responsibility and will look at the role of money in our personal life, our churches, our society and the wider world. The keynote speaker is Prof Timothy Gorringe from Exeter Universi-ty. Tickets can be booked online at Event-brite, visit: www.bit.ly/1JuEyay

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Table Talk. Every first and third Thursday of the month at

The Seven Stars between 10 a.m. and 12 noon. Meet at the

large table at the back , behind the bar, for coffee etc. Con-

tact Anne Binns for more information on 01803 840146.

Sunday lunches. If you would like to have a roast lunch at

the Albert Inn, Bridgetown, on the first Sunday of the month

with members of St John’s and St Mary’s, please ring Anne

Binns on 01803 840146 by the previous Thursday.

The Parish of Totnes with

Bridgetown

Harvest Festival Supper

including entertainment

St. Johns Church Bridgetown

Saturday 17th October at

7.00pm

Tickets £5.00 each available

from John Derbyshire telephone

07932 019301

or

Martin Harvey 07860 492997

All welcome

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Team Rector, The Reverend Julian C OuId, 01803 865615, The Reverend Debbie Parsons, Team Vicar. 01803 840113

Licensed Reader/Safeguarding Officer Liz Waterson, 01803 849345, (Childline 0800 1111) The Reverend John Luscombe, 01803 864514, inluscombe@bfinternet.com

Licensed Reader, Tony Gregg, 01803 813885,

Support Group: This group is open to anyone who is suffering from bereavement or any other kind

of loss. For full details contact Rev'd Debbie Parsons on 01803 840113.

TIMES OF SUNDAY SERVICES

St Mary's Totnes

8.00 am ..

11.15 am ..

6.30 pm Alternate 1st Sunday

6.30 pm 3rd Sunday

St John's, Bridgetown 9.30 am ..

Eucharist

Sung Eucharist

Compline

Sung Evensong

Family Communion

TIMES OF WEEKDAY SERVICES—St Mary's, Totnes

7.45 am Tues, Weds, Thurs Early morning prayers 8.30 am Fri, Sat .. Morning Prayer 10.30 am 2nd & 4th Wed .. Eucharist

Major Saints' Days

9.00 am at St Mary's Eucharist

Churchwardens

Martin Harvey 01803 868336 harvey@martin375.orangehome.co.uk

Julian Hall 01803 867537 admin@appealsww.com

Deputy Churchwarden

John Derbyshire 07932 019301 johnderbyshire74@gmail.com

St Mary's Totnes

David Shearer, Verger 01803 862252 davidvshearer@aol.com

Jan Dietz, Director of Music 01803 770515 jandietz@hotmail.co.uk

Jane Mountford, St Mary's Church bookings 01803 862499 jane.mountford@googlemail.com

Jenny Griffin, Church Hall bookings 01803 865685

St John's, Bridgetown

The Reverend John Luscombe Contact details at top of page

Liz Chandler, Organist 01803 669199

Tony Stilwell, Bookings Sec 01803 863030

Misc.

Brian Herrington, Weekly envelope and Gift Aid

recorder

01803 864804 basherbrian@googlemail.com

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