St Joseph And Ethelreda
A Memory of Rugeley.
This is the church in which I worshipped and served at the altar. I remember crusty old Mr Morton, the Sacristan, Father Bucher (who once memorably chased a burglar at night who'd made the mistake of breaking into his church), and two sister in the congregation, each called Miss Harris, whose voices during hymn singing were themselves unforgettable (not necessarily in a good way). I remember Doctor James and his children, Rob, Joey and Michael, as well as their opinionated but kindly Auntie Pauline (Cox?)
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