The sad in part

of the very first visit back to Cornwall. A bittersweet time in much change seeing the different facade of an area familiar but different. 

My Sunday school church was now knocked down. An empty space soon to be built on no doubt. I stood at the gate overlooking this space, that very first time on a tour of town and remembered how the corridors leading off the stage and around seemed endless when younger. The performances and parties for the community to share. The kitchen out of bounds until of an age to assist. The room in teaching and study behind the stage. The services at the front... it was a modern church. Their were no pews. 

The school church is still standing in its original facade. It now houses the local undertakers very recently they moved in. Again school services mixed with the Guide parades were held in my memory in this town of long time no see then. The carol services and our annual Nativity seasons. It was ornate, it had an openess with an upper floor with beautiful features. The Windows were floor to ceiling behind this. This had modern pews. 

The other traditional style town church which is older than the others attended again in the Brownie, Guide, Ranger and Young Leader capacity is still going strong. It was last attended with Hubby in tow. 

And these are not the only churches. The one where my Dad is now. The other villages lived.  And the area where Mum and Dad were married and we were christened. 

Then on my doorstep for a while was the Brompton Oratory. Then the Victorian and Albert Museum and the most filmed National History museum ... all those beautiful buildings still standing, used and enjoyed by millions ...  

I was spoilt in that time living in such an area of London where much was in walking distance ... and the choice... wow ...