THE HARVEST FESTIVAL
Our new home in Richmond Hill was very different, as the bottom part of the house that we rented was very small indeed, Just two rooms and a long narrow kitchen. It also meant a new school and I started at St Matthew’s in High Town in the late spring.
I loved the walk to school through the wooded area of Peoples Park along a wide path then onto the very large sports field. I did my best to settle into school life.
There was great excitement as October got closer and plans were being made for the Harvest Festival celebrations. The service would be held at St Matthews Church on the corner across the street from our school. The whole school would be involved would be going to the service.
The church looked very grand from the outside It was built with red bricks Sometime in the mid eighteen eighties It seemed very tall with three sets of windows on the side that faced the school. It was to be the only time that I went inside St Matthews church and the very first time I had been in a church.
The other children in my class were busy talking about what they would be bringing for the harvest festival service. I hurried home with all the details and was very excited about what I would take. My heart gave a sigh of disappointment when my father said I could take a bag of potatoes. When I asked for other vegetables instead, he said we would need those ourselves. He put on his jacket and went to get some potatoes from the garden shed. He set to work brushing any mud left on them and put them into a large brown paper bag. Next day at school there was no assembly. We put all the fruit and Vegetables in the hall and the older children and most of the teachers and other church staff took everything across the street to the church.
At last, we got into our class groups and very quietly we walked to the church. There was no talking as we filled inside and were shown where to sit. The grandeur and splendour of the inside of the wonderful church were breathtaking for me. The coloured glass telling stories from the bible was something I had never seen before. They were a great many windows. The colours making magic patterns everywhere. I had seen an organ before at the Saturday morning film show at the cinema. But this organ had tall pipes going up towards the roof and the sound was amazing to a small child. The produce was a sight that I have never forgotten. The altar was covered with different sized boxes of all kind of fruit and vegetables, there were large displays of Autumn branches and even some bunches of my favourite golden chrysanthemum and deep blue Asters. Large loaves of bread in the shape of Wheat sheaves and smaller loaves of homemade bread. There were also other bags of potatoes open at the top so you could see what was inside. We sang with all our hearts, favourite songs that we knew from church or the school’s morning assembly, All Things Bright And Wonderful and Bringing In The Sheaves. The minister said prayers thanking everyone for bringing such wonderful bounty from the gardens and homes. Some of the older children were asked to help take the produce to the almshouses and to families who were finding it hard to make ends meet. I wonder who got the potatoes my father grew?