Some people we meet in our lives are like pebbles on a beach, suddenly we notice one that is different, it catches our eye and it seems special. We stoop to pick it up and we hold it in the palm of our hand, admire the shape, noticing how different it is from all the others at our feet. We will take it home, and see it polished and smooth, reminding us of sun and sea and laughter.
Marjorie was like that pebble – in a way, different, always making us feel better for having seen her. Who of us ever heard her grumble, moan, say she was lonely or gossip about others After her first hip operation, she was wacking a golf ball at Hallowes within seven weeks. She had two replacement hips and two new knees (a record I think for Coal Aston Church) and never once mentioned the pain.
Week after week, year after year Marj would walk into church - always smiling, and swing her legs over the organ stool and play those glorious hymns she loved.
Never again will we hear her play the Lord’s Prayer, or her favourite “Sweet is the work“ and without Marj there would be no Coal Aston carols. The thought of us singing “Lo, the Eastern Magi Rise” without her either playing it on the piano or singing the alto line along with Margaret Washbourne is almost unbearable.
Marj was born on Eckington Road, before Drury Lane or the houses opposite church were built, going to the village school as a little child. So how fitting it was that she was brought briefly to rest outside our church before her funeral, the church where she had played the organ since she was a girl of twelve. As the hearse stopped, through the open doors we could hear a recording of the Lord’s prayer, with Marjorie playing and our little congregation singing. Those who loved and respected her stood in silence, we could picture her then as a child in the village, – running along that very road where we now stood – to school and Sunday school, most probably swinging on the railings!
We were full of memories of Marj, memories of her loyalty, kindness, friendliness and fun. Thank you thou good and faithful servant.
WELCOME to our church, which serves the community of Coal Aston on the outskirts of Dronfield. Since 1866 this building has been a focus of Christian worship and gospel preaching in the area. Today, if you visit us, you will find lively, heartfelt and reverent worship, warm fellowship, and a wide range of weekday activities involving the church members, the Coal Aston community and people from wider afield. Do come along – we would love to meet you.