Sunday School in Percy Main

Percy Main was a close-knit friendly community – you could wander into anyone’s house (which I was told I frequently did).

My brothers and I attended the Wesleyan Methodist Church in Percy Main which was directly opposite our house.  We never missed going for many years.  I can still remember the words of many of the hymns.  They were taught by the use of a large printed pad on an easel which we all sang from.

The highlight of our religious teaching was to be given passages from the Bible which we had to memorise, then later we would speak them to a packed church.

Percy Main was a close-knit friendly community – you could wander into anyone’s house (which I was told I frequently did).  The front doors were left open and we often played in the little front door passages.  On one occasion, so they tell me, I went missing and people were out looking for me.  I was found in Gertie Watson’s passage in Hedley Street sound asleep.  Gertie was a spinster and worked hard for our church and was very kind to all the village children.

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