St. George's Presbyterian Church
A Memory of Little Sutton.
St. George's Presbyterian Church stands in the forefront of this photograph between what was the Co-operative shop and Tommy Jones the fishmongers shop. How long the Presbyterian Church has stood on this site I don't know but the Church itself was established in Little Sutton in 1838.
Legend has it that that two travellers passing through Little Sutton were stoned by the local youths and upon finding out that there was neither Church nor Chapel in the village paid for it to be built! How true this is I do not know. The Church Hall which was sited next to the old Black Lion pub was demolished in the late 1950s early 1960s and this building was, I suspect, old enough to be the original Chapel/Church which was the subject of the story. I would also add, although this is immaterial, that I was born in Black Lion Lane, and that my ancestors had lived in Little Sutton since at least 1750.
However, I attended at St. George's Sunday School from a very early age and was given the mandatory stamp to stick in a book every week. I have many happy memories of the building itself from putting on nativity plays and running around the Church and pulpit, to taking golden rod and fruit to decorate the Church for the harvest festival.
Jean Munro was my first Sunday School teacher and I recall being taken with another group of children to visit Chester Cathedral by Margaret Lockett - she was the daughter of the lady who played the organ Marjorie Lockett and they lived next door to Bennions in Smithy Lane.
Mr. Mitchelmore was the Sunday School Superintendent and his granddaughter Ruth Wynn used to come from London to stay with him in the summer. He used to organise the Sunday School Party and the Sunday School trip to the seaside each year.
I was Christened, Confirmed and in 1972 married at the Pres. At the time there was no resident minister and Elsie Jones (one of the Church Elders) went to a great deal of trouble to arrange for the Rev. Campbell an Interim Moderator to take the ceremony.
I have sad memories too - both of my parents and my neice had their funeral ceremonies there - but the Presbyterian Church was an integral part of my life.
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