Page 6The <strong>Parish</strong> MagazineFriends say goodbye to JaneBy ten past eleven on Monday10th August all the pews andextra seats in the <strong>Parish</strong> Churchwere filled, and additionalmourners stood in every availablespace both inside and outsidethe church for the funeral <strong>of</strong>our beloved Jane Bond.Revd. Doiran Williams in his welcomesaid that it was the firsttime he had known a funeralservice to be amplified outsidethe Church. The service had beenplanned by Jane when she knewthat she was terminally ill, andwith impeccable taste she includedtwo Welsh hymn tunes.He said that, in her role asprompt to WADS, she had alwaysbeen there to reassure actors onstage whether they had missedjust a line or jumped four pages,and nothing disturbed her goodhumour. After a prayer he introducedthe first hymn “Lovedivine, all loves excelling”.Joe (Jane’s son) read Psalm 23,and Doiran the Good Shepherdpassage from St. John’s Gospel.There was a parallel between thecareer <strong>of</strong> Jesus and that <strong>of</strong> Jane –proactive care for others, thensuffering, and a symbol <strong>of</strong> hopein that Jane died on a Sunday, theday <strong>of</strong> resurrection.Reverend David Howell (who confessedthat he had been one <strong>of</strong>the actors who had relied onJane’s prompting) led the Prayersand the Lord’s Prayer.Dr Anne Lewis, who had workedwith Jane, talked about Jane’slife. She said that she was a localgirl having been born and attendedschool in Worcester, beforegoing to Oswestry and the QueenElizabeth Hospital inBirmingham to complete hernurse training.She told how Jane had met herhusband Richard at the stableswhere she had a Saturday job,and after they were married, howhis job had taken them toGermany and Michigan beforereturning to eventually settle in<strong>Whitbourne</strong>, having two sonsDaniel and Joe, and going towork for Dr. Parsons atKnightwick Surgery.In the village she had helped torun the toddler group, volunteeredto drive residents in theCommunity Car Scheme, hadhelped Julia Evans in the Ridingfor the Disabled, and laterbecame a volunteer helping at St.Richards Hospice – all her activitiesdisplaying her unselfish andcaring nature.Anne also referred to a sculptureconsisting <strong>of</strong> seven figures in acircle with a candle in the middleknown as the “circle <strong>of</strong> friends”.Over the years Jane had boughtthese for her friends. (Theremust be quite a few in the village– I know that I have one whichwill now hold a special significance).When the new Amateur DramaticGroup was formed in 1983, Janesoon established herself in thedifficult role as prompt, notwishing to appear on stage, andwas elected to the new committeepolling the highest number <strong>of</strong>votes.As in everything else she gave ither all, not only organised theseating and selling the tickets,but arranging rehearsals, organisingrefreshments, and cleaningup after the shows. (How we shallmiss her!)Anne said that she was broughtup in the old style <strong>of</strong> nursing,and her mission was to care forand help people which she did sowell at the Surgery.With Government changes Janehad been worried about the newroles which were being given tonurses and in her typically selfeffacingway had volunteered totake more <strong>of</strong> a back seat position- an <strong>of</strong>fer which was not accepted.In all the years that Ann hadknown Jane she said that she hadnever heard Jane say a bad wordabout anyone, and Jane wantedeveryone to go out and live theirlives to the full.Jane had spent her last few daysbeing cared for at St RichardsHospice where she had died onthe anniversary <strong>of</strong> the own mother’sdeath, 2nd August.The final hymn, “Lord <strong>of</strong> theDance”, reflected Jane’s love <strong>of</strong>dancing and her membership <strong>of</strong>S<strong>of</strong>t Option, the Appalachiandance team who attended thefuneral in their bright costumes(Jane would have loved that)After Doiran gave theCommendation and Blessing, themusic played as we left thechurch (again chosen by Jane)was My Heart Will Go On byCeline Dion (theme from Titanic)There followed a short service atWorcester Crematorium, andrefreshments at Holloways,Suckley.Thank you to Yvonne Evans whoarranged the beautiful flowersfor the church and the c<strong>of</strong>fin,and to Barrie Smith <strong>of</strong> AmplifiedSound (who also does the lightingfor WADS productions) whosupplied the public address systemoutside the church.Rob Slater
<strong>of</strong> <strong>Greater</strong> <strong>Whitbourne</strong>Garden visit evokes local historyPage 7Each summer Saltmarshe WIladies visit a local garden. Thisyear, they visited Winley Farm,by kind invitation <strong>of</strong> the presentowner, Mrs Nancy North. Theevening started <strong>of</strong>f very wet buteventually ended in fine sunshine.One <strong>of</strong> Saltmarshe’s members,Mrs Evelyn Whistance, has childhoodmemories <strong>of</strong> spending timeat the farm. Evelyn is a keen photographerand her fine photosfrequently illustrate theSaltmarshe reports.Winley Farm was bought at auctionat the Star Hotel, Worcester,in 1913 by John Griffiths andwas farmed by the Griffiths familyuntil 1996 when it was sold toMr and Mrs North.John Griffithswas the grandfather<strong>of</strong> MrsK a t h l e e nH a r r i s( E v e l y n ’ scousin), whohas kindlyloaned a photo<strong>of</strong> the Griffithsfamily, takenin the 1930s,standing infront <strong>of</strong> thef a r m h o u s e(right). Evelyn’sphoto taken in June 2009 showsthe present aspect <strong>of</strong> Winley as afine example <strong>of</strong> a loving andsympathetic restoration <strong>of</strong> anEnglish half-timbered house,retaining all <strong>of</strong> the original features.The main part <strong>of</strong> the buildingdates back to 1530 withanother part added in 1580.Due reference was paid toarchival information. MrsNorth kept a photographicscrapbook detailing the stages<strong>of</strong> the work. She was not anovice in this field, havingpreviously restored severalother houses, but she did saythat the workmen rather resentedhaving to take orders from awoman. The garden is relativelyyoung and has not yet come tomaturity but the uninterruptedviews <strong>of</strong> the countryside adds toits idyllic charm.In the old photograph are, left toright:Joan Smith (cousin); OliveGriffiths (nee Roper); AgnesGriffiths; John Griffiths (owner);John Townsend Roper; AnnieGriffiths; Arthur Griffiths; JessieBoughton (nee Roper). (Arthurand Olive Griffiths were the parents<strong>of</strong> Kathleen Harris).One sunny day last week Iindulged in just sitting aroundfor half an hour on the banks onthe left below the parish road asyou drive up to the farm. It wasliterally a hive <strong>of</strong> activity. It’sjust over an acre <strong>of</strong> steep bankreaching down to ParadiseBrook.About twelve years ago wefenced it <strong>of</strong>f from the main fieldas part <strong>of</strong> our CountrysideStewardship Agreement (a governmentscheme which providesgrant funding for managing landfor environmental benefitsrather than production). It hasbeen managed for the flora andfauna since.Half an hour <strong>of</strong> my day -a snapshot from a farmer’s lifeInterestingly in 2001, foot andmouth year, it wasn’t grazed,and seemed to revert quickly tojust a mat <strong>of</strong> rough grass, and alot <strong>of</strong> the flowers disappeared.But with a bit <strong>of</strong> strategic grazingby cattle and sheep – keepingthe animals out between Mayand September, putting cattleand sheep in in the autumn toeat down the vegetation, lightlygrazing once or twice with sheepover the winter and then baring<strong>of</strong>f the spring grass in April, theflowers have come back strongly.At the moment it’s a mass <strong>of</strong>Knapweed, Ladies Bedstraw,Blackmedic, St Johns Wort,Birdsfoot trefoil, Hedge parsley,Red clover and buttercups,buzzing and fluttering withactivity – masses <strong>of</strong> painted ladyand meadow brown butterfliesand a few small blue, large whiteand gatekeepers, bees, grasshoppers…Apparently the secret <strong>of</strong> speciesrichareas is low fertility.Managing this bank with the help<strong>of</strong> our four-legged friends is certainlyan interesting and rewardinglearning curve and experience.Julia Evans