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At this time, too, I enthusiastically involved myself in the Sunday School at the Methodist Church in Albion Street. As more and more people were called up for military service or war work, the folk left to carry on became minimal, and there being no one to look after the Primary Department of about forty little children (aged 5-8), I eagerly volunteered to fill the gap, and so (at the age of 18!) I took over the leadership of the Primary Department. At the time I was fired with all the new insights that were then revolutionising Sunday School work, and before long eyebrows were raised at the sight of sand trays, crayons and plasticine being introduced.

Harvest in Alibion Street Church
Harvest in Albion Street Church

Objections were raised to Twinkle, twinkle little star as being "not a hymn", and some antagonism when a dais was turned out and replaced by a table (with flowers), and more still to senio r scholars being asked to become helpers of little groups of four. Looking back, I am sure I must have been a precocious "pain in the neck" for my elders ! We needed to change to small chairs when we could afford them, and some of the soldiers in our midst generously contributed a chair (four shillings and sixpence each). Until then we knelt on the floor to write or draw on the chairs, which the little ones had to climb on to, or slip off, when necessary !

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1999 Doris Randall
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