© 2013 Trinity United Reformed Church - Milton Grove, Wigan, WN1 2PG
Each year we remember those who gave their lives for freedom in conflicts, past and present. In our church building are War Memorial plaques that were originally placed in our former church buildings at Hope Street and St Paul’s.
The plaque from St Paul's Church showing all those who served in the Great War.
A plaque from St Paul’s listing those who died in the Great war.
Remembering Tom Berry
by Glenda Lowe
As a little girl I went to Hope Street church with my grandmother, Mrs Fanny Watkins (nee Berry). We sat close to a war memorial plaque dedicated to the men of the church who had lost their lives in the Great War. The first name on the plaque is Tom Berry, a younger brother to my Gran. Beneath the plaque was a small wooden shelf with a brass vase on it and every week my grandmother put fresh flowers in it, with the exception of Remembrance Sunday, when she decorated it with laurel and red poppies.
Tom did not die in combat, but needed a minor abdominal operation before he was to return home. The operation was performed abroad and, sadly, he died as a result of infection following his operation. Still only a teenager, he was not to return home alive. Tom's name is on a plaque at the cenotaph in Wigan town centre and every year following the Remembrance service at the parish church my Gran left her own small poppy underneath his name - a tradition which I still follow to this day.
I never knew Tom Berry - but I do remember him.
The plaque from Hope Street showing those who died in the war.
Below: A plaque from St Paul’s - Captain Leonard Robinson, the Pastor’s son, who died in the Great war.
It is humbling to glimpse a little of God’s work, through the ordinary and extraordinary lives of the men and women of the Church over a period of nearly 200 years.
The death of Captain Leonard Robinson, reported in the Wigan Observer and District Advertiser, September 1915
TRINITY’S BOOK OF REMEMBRANCE
The Elders would like to be able to put our
Book of Remembrance
on display in the foyer on Sunday mornings.
Judith Watson started the book, which was given to Trinity by Roberta Mitchell, a few years ago.
The Elders would like to bring it up to date.
The entries are to be the dates of the deaths
of Trinity members
and also any
held here at
the last 34 years.
Please write the information down and give it to your Elder - thanks, Jenny.
Remembering Stephen Martin Lampard
We have all heard much on radio, television and in the papers about the significance of the year 2018 as being 100 years since the end of the First World War. This year is especially memorable for my family as it marks 100 years since my Uncle Stephen, my father's older brother, was killed in France. He died 3 months before the Armistice, at the young age of 18 years.
To commemorate Stephen Martin Lampard's death, my brother organised a family visit to Arras.
On 29th August, 25 members of my family, with ages ranging from 3 months to 80 years set out on Eurostar from St. Pancras to Lille. We transferred onto a coach to the village of Souchez and the Cabaret Rouge Cemetery. There we held a short service of remembrance. It was a solemn occasion as we stood by Stephen's grave, exactly 100 years after his death. He had joined the London Rifle Brigade only months earlier.
During the service, Stephen's 9 great-great nephews and nieces placed small crosses with a poppy attached alongside the gravestone. We remembered the other 7661 service men buried in that Commonwealth War Graves Cemetery and we prayed for peace in the world today. My nephew played the Last Post and Reveille on the trumpet and 3 younger members of our group recited verses from “In Flanders Fields” by John McCrae and “For the Fallen” by R. Laurence Binyon. It was very moving to see row upon row of gravestones, so many bearing the words “Known Unto God”. We are fortunate to know where Stephen is buried, and under his name on the gravestone are the words “A Good Soldier of Jesus Christ”.
Later, we travelled on to Arras where we were to spend the night. In contrast to the solemnity of the afternoon, that evening we enjoyed a family celebration meal as we marked my brother and his wife's Golden Wedding Anniversary. Speeches were made, wine was drunk and it was a joyous occasion.
I thank God for the close ties of love which bind my family, past and present.