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A4300 Road Closure

The A4300 will be closed from Newton Road to Grange Road on Saturday 14 December from 8am to 4pm.

For clarity see simple diagram below.

Do hope it’s to fill in all those potholes!

But expect to see more traffic through the village centre, via West St, Bridge St & Queen St, and vice versa.

Christmas Tree Festival results

Congratulations to the Festival’s organisers – another very successful event!

Visitors were asked to vote for their favourite tree and 361 votes were counted, beating last year’s votes by 1.

So, congratulations to the winners and runners-up for the Favourite Tree Competition. Results are:

1st No 13, Santa’s Merry Go Round, Brian & Pauline Evans
2nd No 27, Tree of Hope, Prison Fellowship
3rd No 28, Angels from the Skeins of Glory, Geddington Knitting Club
4th No 12, The T’ree of Hearts Yelled ‘Who Stole the Tarts’, Vic & Mo Crouse.

‘Lo, the Angels . . .’

This Christmas story, written in the 1960s and rather dated in parts, is, never the less, a tribute to all teachers who produce their school’s nativity play each year.

Other people have Christmas, village schoolteachers have nativity plays. From early November and through to the late dark days of December, the village schoolteacher feels that this year’s nativity play is possibly the most unholy thing to be conceived and produced; that parents, normally indulgent of the efforts of their offspring, will not be able to ignore this year’s fiasco; that they will see it as an open invitation to turn to another religion in disgust; that this is the very last nativity play she will attempt; that she is in the wrong profession altogether and next July she will leave and be a shorthand typist.

However, the term progresses inexorably. As December begins the clothes horses are brought from the headmistress’s adjoining house and the by now traditional scenery is touched up and pinned on to them. No one thinks of asking how the headmistress airs her clothes during December. Village headmistresses bear their discomfort with seemly stoicism. An incredible sardonic donkey peers over the scenery at a tomato box on legs, complete with fifteen-year old straw, but as yet no inhabitant. The dressing-up box is opened, the giggling angels are fitted with grubby robes and then take them home under their arms for Mother to add a little biological whiteness to the biblical scene. The shepherds tighten their dressing gown cords and wince as the hand towels are bound round their heads with a vicious pull.

The three wise men empty their mothers’ tea caddies for gold and frankincense and the vicar is approached once more for his ebony box for the myrrh. Their crowns are made from old jewellery and copious gold paint. A huge spangled star is made which, Lo! they will behold in the East. Well, at least one will point and say ‘Lo!’. The others will be grinning vacantly at the front seats. The angel Gabriel is bigger than the other angels and therefore, of a different breed she feels. She has to be dressed in the redoubtable school cleaner’s nightie, which is of cream nuns veiling ‘and made when people knew how to run an fell’ as she observed tartly. Fresh tinsel is bought from the Christmas-orientated shops in the outside world; last year’s is tarnished and would be bad for the angelic image . . .

Rehearsals move slowly. Joseph is often away at the speech clinic and has a script cunningly composed of words without the letter ‘s’. The angel Gabriel herself is away with what is reported as a ‘bladder complaint’ despite her superiority. The little shepherds cannot manage their crooks, everyone catches cold; even the little girl who is playing Mary sniffs and claps a hanky to her nose as she is asked to lean solicitously over the tomato box.

Dawn breaks on the last Thursday before the Christmas holidays. Night must fall, the teacher tells herself comfortingly, and the shorthand is coming along well.

After lunch the boys put out the chairs in rows for their mothers, aunties, grannies and for the whole tribe of Israel to sit on. The baby doll is laid in the straw for the first time. Everyone is ordered to the outside lavatories, for the last time, as they are warned severely. The whole cast is lined up at the door ready to file into what is inevitably termed a tableau. The teacher surveys the squirming line and cannot remember ever seeing such a motley bunch of shepherds, such a shifty-eyed pair of innkeepers, such a miserable Madonna, surely the most retarded of Wise Men . . . this moment is the nadir of the school teacher’s year.

But now the headmistress starts to play a well-loved carol at the piano for the audience to sing together quietly. This announces the start of the proceedings and muffles the sounds of the said tableau forming. As the music begins, the angel Gabriel is allowed up to the lavatories by special dispensation owing to the nature of her ‘complaint’. A glimpse of grey socks is seen as she hauls the nuns veiling round her knees. The teacher, by now anaesthetised to anachronisms and the like, merely breathes a sigh of relief as a flash of tinsel past a back window denotes mission accomplished and a speedy return.

As the music dies away, the screens are removed by two stalwart boys who have been standing behind them waiting for the countdown. The clear voice of one of the bigger girls hangs on the air of the unusually quiet schoolroom. ‘And Joseph also went up from Galilee out of the city of Nazareth . . .’ The words of the Authorised Bible, so maligned and meaningless over the past few weeks, ring out again this time clearly and truly, subtly enhanced by the soft local accent. A metamorphosis begins and takes shape under its own inpetus. The schoolteacher feels a relaxation in her heart and she knows at a certain moment every year, that this will be the fitting climax to the whole country year. These children are probably the best she has had, she thinks proudly, and it is a privilege to be able to work with them for a short part of their lives.

And lo the angel of the Lord came upon them . . . Enter the grey socks bearing the star, which, Lo they are all looking at. The screens are drawn together for the last time and the miracle, which happens ever year, has taken place once more. The moment crystallised into a private significance for each person watching.

Yes, privilege is not too strong a word, thinks the teacher proudly. Moments like these are possibly not experienced by shorthand typists.

General Election 2019

The 2019

General Election

takes place on

Thursday 12 December

Geddington Polling Station:
The Village Hall
Queen Street
Open from 7am to 10pm

The Kettering Borough candidates are (in alphabetical order):

Jim HAKEWILL Independant
Philip HOLLOBONE Conservative
Chris NELSON Liberal Democrat
Clare PAVITT Labour Party
Jamie WILDMAN Green Party

This month in the garden – December

December … plan the new gardening year

The Finished Project

The Knitting Club
has finished its
first project.

January 2019 saw the start of this new social club and its first aim was to knit 6″ squares to make into warm, snug blankets to be given to those who could make best use of them. We considered care homes to be the most favourable recipients.

The first two blankets, knitted during the spring and summer, were donated to Westhill Park and Thorndale Care Homes, where former Geddington residents were now living. Autumn saw the third blanket knitted, sewn together and completed with a beautiful and signature crocheted edge.

This blanket was taken along to The Old Vicarage Care Home in Weekley, where former resident, Don Brown, had been living. To our dismay and much sadness, we discovered that Don had recently passed away (his funeral is on Monday 2nd December, 2.30pm, at Kettering Crematorium). However, we considered that rather than be deterred, we would continue with our plan and donate it in Don’s memory.

The staff at The Old Vicarage were, as is so often at these homes, very kind, very welcoming, and very sad at Don’s passing. We chatted for quite some time before leaving them to get on with their daily duties.

The Knitting Club has a membership of about 25 ladies, although we have not restricted membership to just the one sex! It’s just happened that way. Not all the ladies have contributed squares to the blankets, but continue with their own projects on the Friday mornings that we meet at Cafe Oak. Not all ladies attend every Friday; it’s a very easy-going club. Not all ladies who come along know how to knit; it’s a worthwhile point to make, that these ladies now know how to knit.

Geddington village is one that has surprising qualities, none more so than when it helps communities, both in and outside the village.

Within Living Memory

– a wonderful source of memories.
We’ve been fortunate to inherit 28 Scrapbooks dating from 1977 – 2003.
I know the math doesn’t add up, but some years are missing and some years have more than one book.

This will be an occasional series, so out of these scrapbooks, we’ve started with one from 40 years ago – 1979 – with news items that interested the ‘scrapper’ and might revive memories for others. We haven’t put comments to each image, they speak for themselves, and the Evening Telegraph also does it in its own inimitable style. (To enlarge, just click on each image.)

So here goes, starting in February with some very typical winter weather!

This month in the garden – November

November …  winter is on its way

Time to turn the clocks back

It’s time to turn the clocks back one hour at 2am tomorrow, 27 October.

The UK is now on Greenwich Mean  Time (GMT). British Summer is over and Britons can look forward to lighter mornings and darker evenings as the winter draws in.

We just hope you didn’t have to go to these lengths
to change your clocks!

From the 1920s comedy - Safety Last
From the 1920s comedy – Safety Last


Knitting Club

The Knitting Club continues to thrive at the Cafe Oak on Friday mornings, 10 – 11.30am. However, cafe owners, Bernie & Sharon are taking a holiday and the Cafe will be closed from Friday 25 October to 4 November, open again on the 5th. We are meeting at Jean’s house on Newton Road for the next two Fridays. Best to leave cars on the road.

Project One for the Club was to knit double-bed sized blankets using 96 x 6″ squares. The first one was completed using shades of blue, grey and white, with a scalloped crochet edge in grey. This was donated early in October.

Three weeks later, the second blanket, completed in multi-coloured squares and finished with a scalloped crochet edge in red, was donated to Thorndale Care Home in Kettering. Resident Mick Hodgkinson, a former Geddington resident, was pleased to see both the blanket and some familiar faces from the village. Mick goes to the Beeswing Pub on a regular basis. In the images above, he admires the new addition to his home. Also in the images are Jean, Nicky, Pam and Rea Ballard, Activities Co-ordinator at Thorndale.

View from Thorndale Care Home

The image above shows the view from the rear of the Home. The very large building under construction will be the Avery Park Care Home on Rockingham Road and the Beeswing’s chimneys can be seen at the extreme left on the horizon.

Project 2, coming to fruition as we speak, is to decorate a Christmas tree for the Christmas Tree Festival in December. A host of sparkly white angels – and more than a few sparkly stars – will grace the tree, knitted by many of the clubs’ members. We all had the same pattern to work from, but it is quite interesting to see how each member has interpreted the pattern slightly differently each time – it will make for a very interesting exhibition of knitting.

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