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TRINITY TIMES the parish magazine of Holy Trinity

JUNE 2012 Issue number 87

THE LATE HENRY HEATH On March 6th this year, the Funeral Mass of Henry Heath took place in Holy Trinity. Like Myrtle Latter, whose funeral address was in last month’s Trinity Times, Henry led an interesting and difficult life. What follows is the sermon I gave at his funeral: Archbishop Michael Ramsey once said in a sermon to those about to be made priests: “Every congregation has at least one person who walks the way of the cross in a particularly inspiring and humbling way. Learn to cherish them.” Henry was such a man. My big regret is that I only knew him when he was carrying the cross of cerebella ataxia and didn’t know him at the height of his vigour and considerable intellectual powers. That said, the real Henry was always there, and always shone through: for me no more movingly than Good Friday, two years ago, when he struggled forward to this chancel step, on his frame, to kneel (at great personal struggle, of course) to kiss his Saviour’s Cross during the “Veneration of the Cross”. I ‘well-up’ whenever I think of it. It remains the highlight of any Holy Week I have ever experienced. It was a simple, but profound, act of faith and commitment from a man whose deep Christian spirituality never left him, despite the many crosses that were laid upon his back. The crosses that Henry had to bear, in addition to the ataxia, included the particular restrictions of a Brethren upbringing, which meant he was unable to do many of the things that children and young people would normally do; also a double-shift as a “Bevin Boy” down the mine, which left him severely jaundiced and nearly claimed his life; and a fifteen year marriage that had a very negative impact on his life – and which he escaped from, and came here to Gosport, to rebuild his life, both materially and emotionally. Another cross came in the shape of peoples’ attitudes to his illness, which so often lacked understanding and compassion. The symptoms of ataxia can seem like drunkenness, and Henry had to suffer hostility, ridicule, and being restrained while the police were called to someone who was wrongly perceived as a “public nuisance”. Thank goodness for those who showed him support and understanding, including Christine Harris, Ann Wood and Christie Coulston – whose friendship I know he cherished. But.......the real Henry was always there – beyond, through and above the crosses that he bore with such incredible fortitude (and at times bloody-minded determination); the


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determination that would drive him to get to the town and back, using his walking frame, even if it took him three or more hours. Today is a “Mass of the Resurrection”, when we celebrate the fact that – RIGHT NOW – Henry is in glory; and at the height of his vigour and intellectual power; and filled with eternal joy; and wearing that wonderful, slightly cheeky, child-like smile that so often appeared, lighting up his whole face (and lighting up those around him!) My most cherished image of Henry, beaming from ear to ear, was when he was joining in a very silly chorus we sing at Holy Trinity’s sister church, Christ Church. It goes, “Father Abraham had many sons, many sons had Father Abraham, I am one of them and so are you, so let’s all praise the Lord.”.......complete with (gradually added) arm, head and leg movements. Henry joined in fully, swinging around with complete abandon on his walking frame, and with – of course – that huge smile plastered across his face! Also, whilst most of the children (and many of the adults) love the chorus just for the actions, Henry understood it theologically: we are all children of Abraham, including our brothers and sisters of the Jewish and Islamic faiths...... As we celebrate this “Mass of the Resurrection” together, we celebrate Henry, a child of the resurrection; who also had so much that was good and inspiring in his life: like his childhood, alongside sister, Margaret, with the cart horses in the depot house at Blackley, North Manchester, where his grandfather was “Inspector of Cleansing”. Henry always loved horses, and supported horse charities.....and this is why today, two horses are carrying him to his resting place at Anns Hill. The horses, by the way (most delightfully) are called Ronnie and Reggie (I can see Henry beaming at that!) Honourable mention too, for Blackie, the dog – who had a special place in Henry’s life, and in his heart! We celebrate the Henry who was a crack shot – sniper standard, in fact (and once got a bullet through his hat – a close shave!); who was a good and nimble runner; who did fellrunning, and could fell-walk for miles – in fact could walk for miles at any time, and often on behalf of someone who needed something. This was partly because he never qualified to drive – having driven a car into someone’s front room during an early lesson! He called cars, “motorized chariots”! He was so nimble, that when he was in the army he was the one at the top of those huge ‘human pyramids’ that those military types form themselves into! We celebrate the Henry who matriculated in Latin in double-quick time, and gained a Durham degree in History and Spanish, who taught religious studies in school for a time, and who could engage in deep and fascinating conversations about history, art, music, theology and philosophy. Page 4


The Henry who excelled at amateur dramatics at university, and was a wonderful raconteur and mimic, with a huge sense of fun, and a penchant for dressing up in ridiculous, self-made costumes: like the time he put his legs into a pullover and created a turban, to become an ‘Punker Walla’; or the infamous monocle holder he used to put round his head – which was the elastic waistband from a pair of y-fronts (with “y-fronts clearly written across his head) and the lens inserted in the fly-button! I know that Margaret, Jani, Ian and Wendy Marsh and their children, all have fond memories of lively conversations into the night, as they basked in Henry’s warmth, compassion, eloquence, hilarious sense of humour and intellectual flair. When Ian was a child Henry gave him books for birthday and Christmas always, and it encouraged him to read good books. Coral Island was Ian’s favourite story and he still has the copy that Henry sent him when he was about ten years old. We celebrate the Henry who gave so much to the Baden-Powell Scouts, and received the prestigious “Silver Wolf”, and a lovely silver salver, to mark his distinguished contributions to that organisation, and his seniority in the North East (he was number two or three in the Scout pecking order!). There are some wonderful pictures of him in the wide-brimmed hat and kilt and sporran, striding out with a “thumb-stick”. With flowing hair and bushy sideburns, this later got him the nickname “the prophet” in some of the Gosport shops! We celebrate the Henry who had a real talent for gardening and flowers – including the beautiful “fairy glade” he created in Wallsend. We celebrate the Henry who could be extraordinarily generous – perhaps too generous at times – and who gave more money away to charities than he spent on himself. And we celebrate the Henry who gave so much to the church. We give thanks for St Luke’s, Newcastle, where he first came in contact with the glories of the Anglo-Catholic tradition; for his great support for St Cuby’s in Duloe, Cornwall, where he would do anything that was required, including digging the graves; for his proud membership of the G.S.S., the Guild of the Servants of the Sanctuary (Henry is being buried in his Guild cassock and surplice, and we here at Holy Trinity will remember him coming to church in his cassock, every Christmas and Easter. Despite the fact that we were often on tenterhooks that he might stumble over, hurting himself or someone in the immediate vicinity, Henry brought both character and faith to this church that he loved so much. We give thanks for everything Henry was – in the face of huge personal challenges – and rejoice that he is now sharing in the glory of the Risen Christ, to whom Henry has been so devoted in his earthly life. God bless you Henry, and may you rest in peace and rise in glory. Amen. Father Andy


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SERVICE TIMES SUNDAYS** Parish Mass 11.00 am Vespers and Benediction 6.00 pm (A quiet, reflective service to end one week and begin another)

✠ MONDAYS Father Andy’s day off

✠ TUESDAYS Mass 9.30 am (30 minutes, quiet, prayerful, peace-giving)

✠ WEDNESDAYS 5.45 pm Prayer Group (An informal gathering, to pray – quietly and simply – For the church, the world and those suffering and in need)

Mass 6.30 pm (30 minutes, quiet, prayerful, peace-giving)

✠ FRIDAYS Mass 5.00 pm (30 minutes, quiet, prayerful, peace-giving)

**On each occurrence of a fifth Sunday in a month, a joint service will be held alternating between Holy Trinity and Christ Church. The next joint service will be held at 9.30 a.m. at Christ Church on Sunday 29th July 2012

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IT ALL HAPPENED ON THE 12th MAY As you will remember, this was our May Fair day, and weren’t we lucky with the weather? The air was a bit nippy but the sun was shining and this alone put everyone in a bright mood. So let us share a few moments with you. The Fair was opened by the Mayor of Gosport Councillor Chris Carter. Later the new memorial to John Deane (the co-inventor of the diving helmet) was The Mayor of Gosport accom- blessed by Fr. Andy, in the presence of Dr. John Bevan panied by his wife Julia. (Chairman of The Historical Diving Society) and the Mayor. The memorial can From left to right Dr John Bevan, Fr. Andy and the be seen in the south-east corner of the church grounds. Mayor Stalls were plentiful with all the usual suspects books, bric-a-brac, toys, cakes, jams etc., as well as Getting in a jam with Chrissie welcome O’Neill refreshments. Entertainment was provided by the Christ Church Puppet Ministry Group and Stokes Bay Stokes Bay Strummers with Strummers; and last, guest strummer Luke Williams Dawn Marsh, Clive Gutteridge but not least, we had a and Philip Hopgood ready to visit from Peppa Pig and Iggle sell at bargain prices. Piggle (sponsored by Kids Party Mascots tel. 07930 141 705) Thank you to everyone who worked so hard stocking and running the various stalls, providing refreshments and donating prizes for the raffle; in particular thank you to Gosport Ferry Ltd and Waitrose for their generous donations. Most of all thank you everyone who supported us….without you our efforts would be wasted. TRINITY TIMES

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TEA TIME CONCERTS 2012 At Holy Trinity we continue our “Tea-Time Concerts” at 3.30 pm on the first Sunday of each month. Admission to all the concerts is free although a retiring collection is taken for the benefit of the organ restoration project. All the musicians give freely of their talents as their contribution to this project. Afternoon tea is served in the Capper Room after each concert. These concerts, which last no longer than an hour, present the opportunity to hear fine music in the generous acoustic of this beautiful Church. Why not give it a try? It’s a very pleasant way in which to while away a Sunday afternoon. Details of the July and August concerts are set out below.

SUNDAY 1st JULY Concert of music by Handel and others from


LAWRENCE HAIGH SUNDAY 5th AUGUST A Salad of Singing for a Summer’s Afternoon

ST. VINCENT SINGERS Sing music for a Royal Jubilee

PORTSMOUTH PLAYERS AND SINGERS Perform songs from the shows

JENNIFER PARKER-LUMMIS Sings operatic arias from Handel, Puccini, Strauss and Tesori Page 8


MORE MUSICAL TREATS SATURDAY 16th JUNE at 7.30 p.m. Choral Concert by 27 Young Singers of the ICELANDIC YOUTH CHOIR Sponsored by St. Vincent College

SUNDAY 17th JUNE at 3.30 p.m. A Concert by GOSPORT SOLENT BRASS

WEDNESDAY 27th JUNE at 7.30 p.m. Choral and Orchestral Concert by SOUTH DOWNS COLLEGE CHOIR AND ORCHESTRA Directed by Peter Rhodes

SATURDAY 30th JUNE at 7.30 p.m. ORGAN RECITAL Local organists entertain with a rich medley of different styles


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From: Great Aunt Pru <> To: Tamsin Ozling Subject: The last word My dear Tammy, Well I’ve finished redecorating your room so that it will be ready for you when you arrive at the end of the month…I know that from October you’ll be spending most of your time at university but you can make my house your base for holiday time and weekends. How are all your preparations going for your move to the UK? Your mum tells me that you are sending your heavy text books ahead of your flight and that I should be receiving them soon so that you will be left with just your clothing and such like to bring with you; although if you leave most of your clothing behind we will have an excuse for a “girlie” shopping spree - my treat. Not only will you arrive in time for the Olympic Games but you’ll also be in Gosport when the Olympic torch is brought through so, if you’re so minded, you can walk through to the High Street to see it on its way to the ferry - I have to say that at the moment I am not so minded! I find it very difficult to get excited about the whole thing but perhaps I shall feel differently nearer the time. Before that, of course, we have the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee celebrations, most of which take place at the beginning of the month so you’ll miss those. They will give everyone who wants to an excuse to have a party. There are those, of course, who can’t see that there is anything to celebrate…but fortunately they are in the minority…and surely even they can see that street parties bring people together and often result in neighbours speaking to each other who perhaps in the past haven’t got beyond a polite “good morning”. Quite frankly there is no way I would want to swap places with the Queen, no matter how much money I was offered. Just imagine what it must be like to spend your life meeting and being friendly to people some of whom you may not like and who may not like you, or having to show huge interest in things that you may sometimes find boring…and then being criticised for perhaps looking a little tired - who wouldn’t after 60 busy years in the same job? Well that’s it for now. Just need to do a couple of things to your room. Looking forward to seeing you at the end of the month. Love to all Your ever-loving Great Aunt Pru TRINITY TIMES

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SIXTY YEARS OUR QUEEN A dozen tenants of Number Ten And twelve the White House has seen Since fifty-two, for that was when Began the reign of our Queen. And so they come, and so they go The Dame, or titled Knight, Some shone, it seems, an age ago Short as a mayfly’s flight. Some were good, and some were poor It seems she’s met all sorts! The Queen smiles on, but to be sure – You’ll never guess her thoughts! “My Government shall this enact”, The Queen’s Speech – sixty times! At Christmas, too, she’s never lacked Encouraging seasonal lines. Through times of peace and times of strife She’s stood there at the helm, For she has lived her whole long life For the peoples of her realm. Of this one fact we may depend That few would be the tears If God should choose her life to extend To reign for lots more years! Well, you can't but admire her. God save the Queen! By Nigel Beeton

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....AND SMILE LINES Did Noah fish? The Sunday school teacher asked: "James, do you think Noah did a lot of fishing when he was on the Ark ?" "No," replied James. â&#x20AC;&#x153;How could he? He only had two worms."

The Lord is my shepherd A Sunday School teacher decided to have her young class memorize one of the most quoted passages in the Bible - Psalm 23. She gave the youngsters a month to memorise the short Psalm. Little Richard was excited about the task - but he just couldn't memorise things very well. On the day that the children were scheduled to recite Psalm 23 in front of the congregation, Richard was very nervous. When it was his finally his turn, he stepped up to the microphone and said proudly, "The Lord is my Shepherd, and .... that's all I need to know."

Old and alone and needing help... An old Italian priest lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard. A member of his church, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. So the old priest wrote a letter to his parishioner and described his predicament: Dear Vincent, I am feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days. I remember you in my prayers! Fr Louis A few days later he received a letter from his parishioner. Dear Fr Louis, Whatever you do, don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried. Thanks for your prayers. Vinnie At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old priest and left. That same day the old priest received another letter. Dear Fr Louis, Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances. Vinnie

Satisfying Few things are more satisfying than seeing your children have teenagers of their own. TRINITY TIMES

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I have lots of uprights who make sure that I’m getting enough food. It’s lovely! Upright Rosemary at Christ Church brings me chew sticks. In fact, Leo (her dog) and I couldn’t wait the other day and we hunted in her bag to see if we could find them. Upright Rosemary at Holy Trinity saves me tiny sausage rolls, though the other night at the Bishop’s service, our upright was so busy talking that I noticed she ate half of my sausage roll. One day in church I tried to follow Fr. Andy when he had given me my blessing. Upright Nigel said it was because I wanted a biscuit like everyone else. Actually Fr. Andy gave our upright a piece of bread for me at a family service at Christ Church once and she had to explain to me that you don’t get butter and honey on your bread in church. We went to see a film at church and I got a bit bothered because they said there were hot dogs to eat. I couldn’t see any other dogs, but then I remembered when Fr. Ian’s dog, Zadok, thought that Sascha and I were going to be in the hot dogs at the Summer Fayre; a long time ago. Anyway, uprights Dawn and Philip gave me a doggy bag to take home after the film. I could smell the sausages all the way home on the bus. Our upright says the new buses have transformed our lives because we know we can get home now if we go out in the evening. She gets a bit carried away sometimes, but I do like sitting on the high seat at the front because I can look out of the window. But the other night at the other Bishop’s service, Bishop Timothy gave me a blessing and I was supposed to concentrate on him. I couldn’t, because someone next to me was eating a sausage. Our upright said “You can put the hot dog into the dog but…..” Oh, I can’t remember the other bit. Page 14


Trinity Times - June 2012  

Trinity Times - June 2012