Sunday, 30 October 2022

A Local Inquisition by Ian Maclaren

Rev. John Watson (3 November 1850 – 6 May 1907), known by his pen name Ian Maclaren, was a Scottish author and theologian.

In 1874 he became a minister of the Free Church of Scotland and became assistant minister of Edinburgh Barclay Church. Subsequently he was minister at Logiealmond in Perthshire and at Glasgow, and in 1880 he became minister of Sefton Park Presbyterian Church, Liverpool, from which he retired in 1905.

I've always liked this short story of his, sadly out of print, but I had an old photocopy, and transcribed it here. It pits a humane and inclusive Christianity against the kind of inflexible Calvinism that I loath. 

Universal Salvation is the subject of this story in which St Jude's. Simeon MacQuittnck — the "Inflexible and and impenetrable subject of Lowland Calvinism" subjects Carmichael to “A Local Inquisition” (the title of the story). which — treats ironically and dismissively. In contrast to Predestination, Carmichael preaches universal salvation.

When Carmichael boldly declared that the divine love embraced the human race which God had called into being, and that Christ as the Incarnate Saviour of the world had laid down his life not for a few but for the race, and that therefore there was freeness of pardon and fullness of grace for all men, and when finally he called God by the name of Father, the inquisitors sighed in unison. They looked like men who had feared the worst, and were not disappointed.

MacQuittrick challenges this position with his comment that “the end of this deceiving error. which pleases the silly heart. is Universalism — nae difference between the elect and the multitude." — Maclaren would not have thought the heart "silly“. however. and the story follows Carmichael‘s resistance to "a conscientious and thorough-going theology against “whose inhumanity and ungraciousness both his reason and his soul revolted" 

For John Watson writing as Ian Maclaren, reason and soul - mind and heart — revolt against inhuman theology. The "Life of John Watson" was subtitled "A Generous Soul", and you can see why.

It is refreshing to see this back in 1907, when the story was written. It is also full of description and character, beautifully written. Maclaren in his day was extremely popular as an author, and here you can see why.

A Local Inquisition
Ian Maclaren.

His first service in St. Jude's Church was over and Carmichael had broken upon his modest dinner with such appetite as high excitement had left; for it is a fact in the physiology of a minister that if he preaches coldly he eats voraciously, but if his soul has been at a white heat his body is lifted above food. It had been a great change from the little Kirk of Drumtochty, with its congregation of a hundred country people, to the crowd which filled every corner of the floor below and the galleries above in the city church. 

While the light would that Sunday be streaming into the Highland Kirk and lighting up the honest, healthy faces of the hearers, the gas had been lighted in St. Jude's, for the Glasgow atmosphere was gloomy outside, and when it filtered through painted windows was as darkness inside.

There is no loneliness like that of a solitary man in a crowd, and Carmichael missed the company and sympathy of his friends. This mass of city people, with their eager expression, white faces and suggestion of wealth, who turned their eyes upon him when he began to preach, and seemed to be one huge court of judgment, shadowed his imagination. They were partly his new congregation and partly a Glasgow audience, but there were only two men in the whole church he knew, and even those he had only known for a few months.

When he rose to preach, with the heavy pall of the city's smoke and the city fog encompassing the church, and the glare of the evil-smelling gas lighting up its Gothic recesses, his heart sank and for the moment he lost courage. Was it for this dreary gloom and packed mass of strange people that he had left the sunlight of the glen and the warm atmosphere of true hearts? 

There were reasons why he had judged it his duty to accept the charge of this West End Glasgow church, and selfish ambition had certainly not been one, for Carmichael was a man rather of foolish impulses than of far-seeing prudence. He had done many things suddenly which he had regretted continually, and for an instant, as he faced his new environment and before he gave out his text, he wished that by some touch of that fairy wand which we are ever desiring to set our mistakes right or to give us our impossible desires, he could be spirited away from, the city which as a countryman he always hated, back to the glen which he would ever carry in his heart.

While vain regret is threatening to disable him the people are singing with a great volume of melody :

Jerusalem as a city is compactly built together;
Unto that place the tribes go up, the tribes of God go thither:

and his mood changes. After all, the ocean is greater than any river, however picturesque and romantic it be, and no one with a susceptible soul can be indifferent to the unspoken appeal of a multitude of human beings. Old and young of all kinds and conditions, from the captains of industry whose names were famous throughout the world to the young men who had come up from remote villages to push their fortune, together with all kinds of professional men administering justice, relieving suffering, teaching knowledge, were gathered together to hear what the preacher had to say in the name of God.

His message would be quickly caught by the keen city intellect and would pass into the most varied homes and into the widest lives, and there was an opportunity of spiritual power in this city pulpit which the green wilderness could not give.

As he looked upon the sea of faces the depths of Carmichael’s nature were stirred, and when his lips were opened he had forgotten everything except the drama of humanity in its tragedy and in its comedy, and the evangel of Jesus committed into his hands. He spoke with power as one touched by the very spirit of his Master, and in the vestry the rulers of the church referred to his sermon with a gracious and encouraging note. 

He walked home through the gloomy street with a high head, and in his own room, and in a way the public might not see, he received the congratulation he valued more than anything else on earth. For Kate was proud that day of her man, and she was not slow either in praise or blame as occasion required, being through all circumstances, both dark and bright, a woman of the ancient Highland spirit. She was not to be many years by his side, and their married life was not to be without its shadows, but through the days they were together his wife stood loyally at Carmichael's right hand, and when she was taken he missed many things in his home and heart, but most of all her words of cheer, when in her honest judgment, not otherwise, he had carried himself right knightly in the lists of life.

His nerves were on edge, and although it mattered little that he was interrupted at dinner, for he knew not what he was eating, he was not anxious to see a visitor. If it were another elder come to say kind things, he must receive him courteously, but Carmichael had had enough of praise that day; and if it were a reporter desiring an interview he would assure him that he had nothing to say, and as a consolation hand him his manuscript to make up a quarter column.

But it was neither a city merchant nor a newspaper reporter who was waiting in the study; indeed, one could not have found in the city a more arresting and instructive contrast.

In the centre of the room, detached from the bookcase and the writing table, refusing the use of a chair, and despising the very sight of a couch, stood isolated and self-contained the most austere man Carmichael had ever seen, or was ever to meet in his life. He had met Calvinism in its glory among Celts, but he had only known sweet-blooded mystics like Donald Menzies or Pharisees converted into saints, like Lachlan Campbell, the two Highland elders of Drumtochty. 

It was another story to be face to face with the inflexible and impenetrable subject of Lowland Calvinism. Whether Calvinism or Catholicism be the more congenial creed for Celtic nature may be a subject of debate, but when Calvinism takes hold of a Lowland Scot of humble birth and moderate education and intense mind there is no system which can produce so uncompromising and unrelenting a partisan.

Carmichael always carried in mental photograph the appearance of Simeon MacQuittrick as he faced him that day his tall, gaunt figure, in which the bones of his body, like those of his creed, were scarcely concealed, his erect and uncompromising attitude, his carefully-brushed, well-worn clothes, his clean-shaven, hard-lined face, his iron gray hair smoothed down across his forehead, and, above all, his keen, searching, merciless gray eyes. Before Simeon spoke Carmichael knew that he was anti-pathetic, and had come to censure, and his very presence, as from the iron dungeon of his creed Simeon looked out on the young, light-hearted, optimistic minister of St. Jude's, was like a sudden withering frost upon the gay and generous blossom of spring.

"My name is Simeon MacQuittrick," began the visitor, "and I'm a hearer at St. Jude's, although I use that name under protest, considering that the calling of kirks after saints is a rag of popery, and judging that the McBriar Memorial, after a faithful Covenanter, would have been more in keeping with the principles of the pure Kirk of Scotland. But we can discuss that matter another day, and I am merely protecting my rights." As Carmichael only indicated that he had received the protest, and was willing to hear anything else he had to say, Simeon continued:

"Whether I be one of the true Israel of God or only a man who is following the chosen people like a hanger-on from the land of Egypt is known to God alone, and belongs to his secret things ; but I have been a professor of religion, and a member of the Kirk for six-and-forty years, since the fast day at Ecclefechan when that faithful servant of God, Dr. Ebenezer Howison, preached for more than two hours on the words, 'Many be called, but few are chosen " And Carmichael waited in silence for the burden of Simeon's message.

"It was my first intention," proceeded Simeon, as he fixed Carmichael with his severe gaze, "to deal wi' the sermon to which we have been listening, and which I will say plainly has not been savoury to the spiritual and understanding souls in the congregation, although I make no doubt it has pleasantly tickled the ears of the worldly. But I will pretermit the subject for the present first, because time would fail us to go into it thoroughly, and second because I am come to offer a better opportunity." Carmichael indicated without speech that Simeon should go on to the end.

"Ye will understand, Mr. Carmichael, that the congregation gathering in your Kirk is a mixed multitude, and the maist part are taken up wi' worldly gear and carnal pleasures like dinners, dancing, concerts and games ; they know neither the difference between sound doctrine and unsound, nor between the secret signs of saving faith and the outward forms of ordinary religion; as for the sovereignty of the Almighty, whereby one is elected unto light and another left unto damnation, whilk is the very heart o' religion, they know and care nothing.”

"Gin the Lord has indeed given ye a true commission and ye have been ordained not by the layin' on o' hands, whilk I judge to be a matter of Kirk order and not needful for the imparting of grace, as the Prelatists contend, but by the inward call of God, it will be your business to pull down every stronghold of lies, and to awaken them that be at ease in Zion with the terrors of the Lord. And ye might begin with the elders who are rich and increased in goods, and who think they have need of nothing. But I have my doubts." And the doubts seemed a certainty, but whether they were chiefly about the elders' unspiritual condition or Carmichael’s need of a true call Simeon did not plainly indicate.

"I am very sorry, Mr. MacQuittrick" and Carmichael spoke for the first time "that you consider the congregation to be in such a discouraging condition, especially after the faithful ministry of my honoured predecessor, but I trust out of such a large number of people that there must be a number of sincere and intelligent Christians." Which was a bait Simeon could not resist.

"Ye speak according to the Scriptures, Mr. Carmichael, for in the darkest days when Elijah testified against the priests of Baal and he is sorely needed to-day, for there be many kinds of Baal there were seven thousand faithful people. Yea, there has always been a remnant, and even in those days when the multitude that call themselves by the name of the Lord are hankering after organs and hymns and soirees and Arminian doctrine, there be a few who have kept their garments unspotted, and who mourn over the backslidings of Zion."

"Well, I hope, Mr. MacQuittrick, that some of the remnant can be found in St. Jude's." And Carmichael began to enter into the spirit of the situation.

"It doesna' become me to boast, for indeed there are times when I see myself in the court of the Gentiles, aye, and maybe in the outer darkness, but ye will be pleased to know that there are seven men who meet ae night every week to protest against false doctrine, and to search into the experiences o' the soul. Myself and another belong to the faithful remnant of the Scots Kirk, whilk the world calls the Cameronians ; two have been members wi' the original secession ; ane came from the black darkness o' the Established Kirk; and two were brought up in the Free Kirk, and I'll not deny, had a glimmerin' o' light." 

"When the godly minister who has gone to his reward, as we will hope, but the day alone will declare, lifted up his voice in the pulpit of St. Jude's against Sunday cars, opening the girdens on the Lord's Day, singing paraphrases at public worship, the worldly proposals for union with the Voluntaries, the preaching of teetotalism, and the blasphemy of the Higher Critics, we came to this Kirk and foregathered here as in a haven of refuge.”

"It came to our mind, Mr. Carmichael' and the representative of the remnant concluded his message "that it would strengthen your hands to know that ye have some discernin' professors in your Kirk, with whom ye could search into the deep things of God which might be beyond the depths of youth, and who will try the doctrine which ye may deliver from Sabbath to Sabbath. And we will be gathered together on Thursday night at 272 Water Street, by eight o'clock, to confer with you on the things of the kingdom."

When Carmichael arrived at the meeting-place of the remnant he had a sense of a spiritual adventure, and when he looked at the seven gray and austere faces, he imagined himself before the Inquisition. 

His host the brand plucked from the burning of the Establishment shook hands with gravity, and gave him a vacant chair at the table, where before him and on either side sat the elect. After a prayer by an original seceder, in which the history of the Scots Kirk from the Reformation and her defections in the present day were treated at considerable length and with great firmness of touch, and some very frank petitions were offered for his own enlightenment, the court was, so to say, constituted, and he was placed at the bar. 

If Carmichael imagined, which indeed he did not, that this was to be a friendly conference between a few experienced Christians and their young minister, he was very soon undeceived, for the president of the court called upon Simeon's fellow-covenanter to state the first question.

"It is one, Mr. Carmichael, which goes to the root of things, for he that is right here will be right everywhere; he that goes astray here will end in the bottomless pit of false doctrine.”

“Whether would ye say that Christ died upon the cross for the salvation of the whole world, and that therefore a proveesion was made for the pardon of all men gin they should repent and believe, or that he died only for the sins of them whom God hath chosen unto everlasting life, and who therefore shall verily be saved according to the will of God." And there was a silence that might be heard while the seven waited for the minister's answer.

When Carmichael boldly declared that the divine love embraced the human race which God had called into being, and that Christ as the Incarnate Saviour of the world had laid down his life not for a few but for the race, and that therefore there was freeness of pardon and fullness of grace for all men, and when finally he called God by the name of Father, the inquisitors sighed in unison. They looked like men who had feared the worst, and were not disappointed.

"Arminianism pure and simple," said one of the favoured children of the Free Kirk, "contrary to the Scriptures and the standards of the Kirk. Jacob have I loved, Esau have I hated; a strait gate and a narrow way, and few there be that find it. And the end of this deceiving error which pleases the silly heart is Universalism nae difference between the elect and the multitude. But there were ither questions, and our brother Mr. MacCosh will maybe put the second." Although it was evident hope was dying out both for Carmichael and for the inquisitors.

"Do ye believe, Mr. Carmichael, and will ye preach that the offer of the gospel should be made to all men in the congregation, and that any man who accepts that offer, as he considers, will see the salvation of God ; or will ye teach that while the offer is made in general terms to everybody with words such as, 'Come unto me all ye that labour’, ’it is only intended for certain who are already within the covenant of redemption, and that they alone will be enabled by effectual grace to accept it, and that for them alone there is a place at the marriage feast? “

"And I am asking this question because there are so-called evangelists going up and down the land offering the invitation of the kingdom unto all and sundry, and forgetting to tell the people, if indeed they know it themselves, that it matters not how freely Christ be offered, and how anxious they may be to take him, none of them can lift a little finger in his direction unless by the power of the Spirit, and the Spirit is only given to them who have been in the covenant from all eternity."

Carmichael felt as if he were again making his vows before ordination, and any sense of the ludicrous which was a snare unto him and had tempted him when he came into the room, was burned out. He was face to face with a conscientious and thoroughgoing theology, against whose inhumanity and ungraciousness both his reason and his soul revolted.

"May I in turn put a question to you, sir, and the other brethren, and if you will answer mine I will answer yours. Would you consider it honest, I will not say kindly, to invite twelve men to come to dinner at your house, all the more if they were poor and starving, and to beseech them to accept your invitation in the most tender terms, while you only intended to have six guests, or shall I say three out of the twelve, and had been careful to make provision for only three? You would despise such a host, and, Mr. MacCosh, will you seriously consider God to be more treacherous and dishonourable than we frail mortals?"

"Very superfeecial," burst in Simeon; "there is no question to be answered. Human analogies are deceiving, for nae man can argue from the ways of man to the ways of God, or else ye would soon be expectin' that the Almighty would deal wi' us the same as a father maun deal wi' his bairns, which is the spring o' that soul-destroying heresy, the so-called Fatherhood of God. Na, na" and MacQuittrick's face glowed with dogmatic enthusiasm, in which the thought of his own destiny and that of his fellow-humans was lost "he is the potter and we are the clay. Gin he makes one vessel for glory and another for shame aye, and even gin he dashes it to pieces, it is within his just richts. Wha are we to complain or to question? Ane oot o' twelve saved would be wonderful mercy, and the eleven would be to the praise of his justice." And a low hum of assent passed round the room.

"After what has passed, I'm not judging that it will serve any useful purpose to pit the third question, Mr. MacCosh," said the brand from the Establishment, "but it might be as well to complete the investigation. It's a sore trial to think that the man whom we called to be our minister, and who is set over the congregation in spiritual affairs knows so little of the pure truth, and has fallen into sae many soul-enticing errors. Oh ! this evil day ; we have heard wi' our ain ears in this very room, and this very nicht, first Arminianism, and then Morisonianism, the heresy of a universal atonement and of a free offer. I'll do Mr. Carmichael justice in believin' that he is no as yet at any rate a Socinian, but I'm expecting that he's a Pelagian. Oor last question will settle the point.

"Is it your judgment, Mr. Carmichael" and there was a tone of despair in the voice of the president "that a natural man, and by that I mean a man acting without an experience of effectual and saving grace given only to the elect, can perform any work whatever which would be acceptable to God, or whether it be not true that everything he does is altogether sinful, and that although he be bound to attempt good works in the various duties of life they will all be condemned and be the cause of his greater damnation?" And when, at the close of this carefully-worded piece of furious logic, Carmichael looked round and saw approval on the seven faces, as if their position had been finally stated, his patience gave way.

"Have you" and he leaned forward and brought his hand down upon the table "have you any common reason in your minds; I do not mean the pedantic arguments of theology, but the common sense of human beings? Have you any blood in your hearts, the blood of men who have been sons, and who are fathers, the feelings of ordinary humanity? Will you say that a mother's love to her son, lasting through the sacrifices of life to the tender farewell on her deathbed is not altogether good? That a man toiling and striving to build a home for his wife and children and to keep them in peace and plenty, safe from the storms of life, is not acceptable unto God? That a man giving his life to save a little child from drowning, or to protect his country from her enemies, is not beautiful in the sight of heaven? That even a heretic, standing by what he believes to be true, and losing all his earthly goods for conscience's sake, has done a holy thing tell me that ?" And Carmichael stretched out his hands to them in the fervour of his youth.

No man answered, and it was not needful, for the minister's human emotion had beaten upon their iron creed like spray upon the high sea cliffs. But one of them said, "That completes the list, downright Pelagianism," and he added gloomily, "I doubt Socianism is not far off."

The court was then dissolved, but before he left the room like a criminal sent to execution, a sudden thought struck Carmichael, and in his turn he asked a question.

"It is quite plain to me, brethren" for so he called them in Christian courtesy, although if was doubtful if they would have so called him "that you have suspected me of unsoundness in the faith, and that you have not been altogether unprepared for my answers; I want to ask you something, and I am curious to hear your answer. There are many names attached to the call given to me by the congregation of St. Jude's, and I do not know them all as yet, but I hope soon to have them written in my heart. The people who signed that call declared that they were assured by good information of my piety, prudence and ministerial qualifications, and they promised me all dutiful respect, encouragement, support and obedience in the Lord. I have those words ever in my memory, for they are a strength to me as I undertake my high work. May I ask, are your names, brethren, upon that call, and if so, why did you sign it?"

As he was speaking, Carmichael noticed that the composure of the seven was shaken, and that a look of uneasiness and even of confusion had come over their faces. He was sure that they had signed and he also guessed that they had already repented the deed. It seemed to him as if there was some secret to be told, and that they were challenging one another to tell it. And at last, under the weight of his responsibility as president of the court, MacCosh made their confession.

"Ye must understand, Mr. Carmichael, that when your name was put before the congregation we, who have been called more than others to discern the spirits, had no sure word given us either for or against you, and we were in perplexity of heart. It was not according to our conscience to sign lightly and in ignorance as many do, and we might not forbear signing unless we were prepared to lay our protests with reasons upon the table of the presbytery. We gathered together in this room and wrestled for light, and it seemed to come to us through a word of our brother Simeon MacQuittrick, and I will ask him to mention the sign that we judged that day to be of the Lord, but it may be it came from elsewhere."

"That very morning," explained Simeon, with the first shade of diffidence in his manner, "I was reading in my chamber the Acts of the Apostles, and when I came to the words 'send men to Joppa’ I was hindered and I could go no further. The passage was laid upon my soul and I was convinced that it was the message of God, but concerning whom and concerning what I knew not. But it was ever all the hours of the day, 'send men to Joppa.'

"That very afternoon I met one of the elders who is liberal in his gifts and full of outward works, but I judge a mere Gallio, and he asked me whether I was ready to sign the call. I answered that I was waiting for the sign, and I told him of the words said to me that day. 'Well’ he said to me in his worldly fashion, 'if you will not call a man unless he be at Joppa you may have to wait some time, MacQuittrick ; but, by the way, I hear that Mr. Carmichael is staying near Edinburgh just now, and there is a Joppa on the coast next to Portobello.'

"He may have been jesting," sadly continued MacQuittrick, "and he is a man whose ear has never been opened, but the Almighty chooses whom he will as his messengers, and spake once by Balaam's ass, so I mentioned the matter to the brethren. And when we considered both the word of Acts and the saying of this Gallic, we accepted it as a sign. So it came to pass that we all signed your call. But it pleases God to allow even the elect to be deceived ; behold are there not false prophets and lying signs? And it may be ye were not at Joppa." 

And when Carmichael declared with joyful emphasis that he had never been at Joppa in his life, MacCosh summed up the moral of the call and the conference. "It was a sign, but it was from Satan."



Friday, 28 October 2022

Jam and Jersey



A somewhat political one, penned before the elections this year, but worth an outing. The title of course comes from the well known phrase "Jam and Jerusalem" of the WI, and obviously the poem is a spoof. Hideous masterplans and over-developed coastline have been persistent for a good 30 years.

Jam and Jersey

And did developers in ancient time
Walk upon Jersey’s farmland green?
And applications, passed on the nod
On Jersey's pleasant shoreline seen?
And did the Master Plan divine
Let eyesores be build on the top of hills?
And was Gehenna builded here
Among those harbour toxic spills?

Bring me my bank accounts of gold!
Bring me buildings taller than church spire!
Bring me costs dear! Develop and unfold!
Bring me my architecture dire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my plans sleep in my hand,
Till we have built a Concrete Hell
In Jersey’s green and pleasant land.

Thursday, 27 October 2022

The Islander - Social Scenes1980

From "The Islander", 1980, the photos clustered under the heading "Social" and a car advert on the same page.

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General Sir Peter John Frederick Whiteley, GCB, OBE, DL (13 December 1920 – 2 February 2016) was a British Royal Marines officer. He served as Commandant General Royal Marines and then as Commander-in-Chief Allied Forces Northern Europe. He served as Lieutenant Governor of Jersey from 1979 to 1984.



Louis and Yvonne Houzé bought the farm in 1944. Son Marcel and wife Anne Houzé then took over in 1968. In 1987 son Paul Houzé bought his way into the farm. High hopes for daughter Becky to come back to the farm to carry on for a fourth generation.

Lodge farm (La Grande Route De St. Martin) milks 220 pedigree Jerseys and raises over 100 head of young-stock, with a recently set up enterprise, rearing Aberdeen Angus cross Jersey beef.

They run an all year round calving herd which is based on a 500 verges (230 acre) farm and milked through a 14:28 herringbone which incorporates a ACR and back flush system. Yields are currently running around the 6000 litre average but climbing fast due to the use of top genetics around the world, historically our herd has one of the highest butterfat averages, which currently stand at 5.9% .

The farm produces its forages as well as some grain, the cows need to utilize grazed grass through the summer months and can rely on grass and maize silage, baled haylage as well as imported concentrate feed in the winter.



Moira Anderson OBE (born 5 June 1938) is a Scottish singer and in the 1980s well known as a star on the BBC. She lives, as of 2016, in retirement on the Isle of Man with her husband of over 50 years, Stuart Macdonald.

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Sunday, 23 October 2022

Grumbles from the Pulpit: That was the Week that Was!

Looking back at the week!

French trifles.

At the annual Normandy Summit in Caen, the Minister for External Relations was joined by representatives from Normandy, La Manche, and Guernsey, including the President of the Normandy region, Hervé Morin, the President of La Manche, Jean Morin, and Guernsey’s External Affairs Minister, Deputy Jonathan Le Tocq. The Chief Minister, Deputy Kristina Moore, joined remotely from Jersey.

Philip Ozouf got some critical comments for being physically present. I disagree with that criticism. . I've been recently looking at a practice management system, and the preliminary meetings showed us the system using Teams. The recent one took place in our boardroom - all kind of nuances from body language and the ease to put in questions (and get them answered) and the ability hence to interact far better is when you are present rather than face to face. It also allows, in the case of Philip Ozouf, for more general ex-meeting social chit chat which can also help political relationships with others. That behind the scenes work can also help the official meetings. Face to face also means you can easily see all the expressions on people, and react far better to circumstances.

Meteoric!

The Orionids are back! Shooting stars are debris from comets - Halley's comet in this case with the Orionids, and often no larger than toner dust to grains of sand. Their speed is huge, but if you put it as miles per second, average is 40 miles per second, which is roughly the distance from St Catherine's Breakwater to St Anne's Alderney - covered in one second! Beats rush hour traffic!


Covid cases.


School cases are not currently being updated on a weekly basis. But here's the results from an FOI.







Political Apologies

And finally, I saw Gavin St Pier's piece in the Friday JEP  had "Liz Truss, who is Prime Minister at the time this piece was written." But he raises an interesting point: when do politicians apologise for U-Turns or just getting it wrong? I can think of very few. John Rothwell apologised (and was in tears) over the Beauport potato dump fiasco. Philip Ozouf did apologise over breaking a promise not to raise GST to 5% from 3%. But plenty didn't.

Alan Maclean over the £200,000 given to a bogus film company
Terry le Sueur over the golden handshake given to Bill Ogley
Terry Le Main over breaking Data Protection rules
Members of the States Employment board for persistently ignoring the Complains Committee's review of cases.
Andrew Lewis for lying to the States, the Care Inquiry and PPC.
And I'm sure you could add many more.


Friday, 21 October 2022

House of Stone



From 21 September 2005, one from the back catalogue this week. It's a reflection on the uses of stone, physical and as metaphorical.

House of Stone

Stone on stone, in ancient time, candles bright
Burning tallow gives forth warm golden light
But one stone is rejected, cast out, it was unfit
Yet this is the key, lost stone they did not admit.

Stone at sunset, a sacred place, lay down to rest
Sleep bringing visions, imperfect fragments attest
Facing the demons of the dark side of self, depict
In waking, of inner struggles, resolution of conflict.

Stone of remembrance, memorial, of dedication
Pour wine and olive oil, here is the consecration
Of place, for victory and loss, hope and despair
Life shining with hope, for now an end to fear.

Stone so weathered, rounded, untouched by chisel,
Remaining of the earth still, for here is no denial
Of their source, and from earth may be returned
Here is origin, sacred, but not worship discerned.

Stone enclosures, dry stone walls, to hold in sheep
Boundary for lands, fortify towns, and safety keep
Castles of stone, fine houses, mansions far and wide
Stone of witness, place of law, justice does not hide.

Stone cut by hands, worked by masons, formation
Of shapes, making illusions, worship abominations
Images of gods made by hand, cannot see or hear
Cannot eat or smell, but demand sacrifice of fear.

Stone as cold and hard of heart, unforgiving, cruel
A people of stone, of gods of stone, need renewal
In warm heart and mind, compassion reaching out
Discarding stone tablets, of human hearts breakout.

Stone change, hearts soften, rock falls apart to sand
And pleading comes the outstretched hungry hand
Asking not for stone to eat, but instead for bread
Here is the key, humanity in living stone instead.

Thursday, 20 October 2022

Teilhard de Chardin was here!







Teilhard de Chardin was here!
By Pierre Landick
The Islander 1980

Long ago. before Senator Clarence Dupre had warned about too many hotel beds and Colin Powell had advised against excessive tariff increases. the Jersey Imperial Hotel was conceived. It was to be a disaster.

In a flash style. now well known to Jersey cynics. the Jersey Imperial Hotel Company bought a property called “La Fregonniere" in St. Saviour's Road. Work started in 1863. Within months it had ceased because of a financial crisis in England.



In October 1864 work resumed and the Jersey Imperial opened on the 1st September 1866 — the “splendour and extravagance of the finished hotel was unimaginable”? A beautiful asset for any receiver.

The Island's military and civil heads attended the inaugural grand banquet and impressive toasts were drunk to Queen Victoria. the Emperor and Empress of France and the success of the hotel. Queen Victoria reigned long. but France now has a president and the hotel went down the drain.

Unfortunately. the current demand for 5 sun hotels. especially on such a scale. was low. One of the seven directors. Jurat Joshua Le Bailly was jailed in 1873 for fraud.

By 1880 the sybaritic-minded management had handed over to the austere French Jesuits. The Jesuits substituted wall to wall carpeting for wall to wall floorboards and from then till 1940 processed 3.000 trainees using the premises as a seminary; many went as missionaries to Africa and China and 12 became bishops. Teilhard de Chardin studied there. The library at its peak contained 200,000 books. The Jesuits couldn't buy property. being foreigners in Jersey, so leased the premises from English Jesuits who bought it for them.

During the German occupation the Jesuits withdrew to France and after a Gestapo search. the premises became. first. troop accommodation, then an N.C.O. training school.

After the war. the Jesuits decided to leave the island altogether so the folly stood vacant until 1953.

At this time it was known as Maison St. Louis and the observatory built in 1844 and now run by Pére Rey was part of the property and still bears the name. 

What could be done with this five storey building with rudimentary plumbing and bare floors? The carpets had been sold off but why no plumbing in a plush hotel. you may ask? Technically it was feasible to install baths in every room in the 1860’s and indeed it had been proposed to provide them at the Savoy being built in London at about the same date. But. as Robert D'Oyly Carte was asked: were the guests to be seals or people? Washing was not even recognised as safe. never mind essential. The present management have greatly repressed this policy.





Eventually. on the 15th May 1954, the building once more took in paying guests as the Hotel de France. From 130 bedrooms then. the capacity has expanded over the last quarter century

to 312 now. catering for over 600 guests. thereby making it the second biggest hotel in Jersey. An army of 150 staff. predominantly Portuguese, keep the hotel open all year.

Conferences. annual dinners, champagne receptions and many other functions and excuses for celebration now turn automatically to the de France. 



To absorb extra demands and the need for additional entertainment for the hotel guests and non-residents. the Lido de France opened just down the slope in front seven years ago. This complex. run by a sister company as a separate concern. stands in the middle of the old rose gardens which were said to be magnificent.

The area could have been easily landscaped with a decorative pool and possibly swans and water lilies, but those luxurious days have gone, although the hotel today is still at the top end of the tourism categories, being first register, 3 suns.

Although the Hotel de France is today well known as a high-class Jersey hotel which caters for numerous functions, it is less well appreciated that the building, although originally designed for tourism, has housed a few very rich tourists. many poorer French Jesuits, German troops and officers and nobody as well during its 114 year life.

Funeral Order of Service



Today, on 20th October 2009, was Annie's funeral.

Order of Celebration

Judy Davy – introduction and welcome
Star Trek Original Theme
Memories of Annie – Mark and Heather, Corrina
Bob Dylan – Blowing in the Wind
Tony - Poem by Annie
Tony – Our Time Together
Judy Davy – Blessed Be
Theme from Trek [Enterprise] – Coffin to move away behind curtains
African Music to Leave

Funeral Speech

May I read you a poem by Annie. It is called “The Hourglass”

The Hourglass – by Annie

No denying the force of gravity
Tiny grains of a life in motion
Spiral downwards towards the time
When something’s got to give.
Life forced through a narrow view
Emerging on the other side
Reformed, renamed, reviewed
Nothing remains the same.
So the deal is new and who am I?
Life is rearranged and what am I?
New horizons much closer than before
Every moment to be claimed.

Jy 12/02/07

“Every moment to be claimed”. That says a lot about her, and how she lived her life, to the fullest that she was able, and even beyond.

Before her heart trouble began, she travelled around the world, and even flew on Concorde. I am so glad she travelled across the world while she was fit and able to do so. I wished I could have been with her longer. Here are a few lines from a film and I think they sum up her spirit of adventure, and my regrets that my time with her was so short.

“How you'd have loved the North Cape and the fjords and the midnight sun to sail across the reef at Barbados where the blue water turns to green to the Falklands where a southerly gale rips the whole sea white!

But there were other voyages possible. Annie enjoyed Star Trek, and it was Trek that first brought us together, a shared enthusiasm that never waned. This year we watched the entire series of Star Trek Next Generation, saw the new movie at the Cinema and were enjoying watching Star Trek Enterprise. “Trek! More Trek!” she would say on a Friday night, eagerly. Now she boldly goes, and my prayers go with her.

Annie was also passionate about fighting injustice, whether it was global or local in Jersey. And she also was a great fan of Bob Dylan, who spoke so strongly in his songs protesting about injustice, and who you’ve heard today. She also supported the work of Sister Peter helping the poor in the Congo, but typically for her, as in all the unseen good she did, she did so quietly, without making a show.

She introduced me to so many new things –the joys of plants – quite a feat - architecture, art nouveau, counselling, and the less serious side of life - fun New Year’s eve parties where everyone dressed up, or relaxing evenings with her so many friends, and all different kinds of music from across the world. The final piece of music that will be playing as you leave is from the African band Kasai Masai whom Annie and I saw play at the Arts Centre early this year.

In recent years, her mobility scooter gave her a freedom for walks which she had not enjoyed, and we often went out walking at weekends.

I noticed as time went on, how she became so much more tired, how on bad days she would struggle, and yet she rarely complained, and just persevered, educating herself on her condition, on the drugs she took, so that she knew how to balance one against the other as well as any of her doctors.

Our time was brief, but so many memories, such joys. And Annie was so often tired but never complained.

And now you'll never be tired again, my dear. You will rise on wings like eagles; you will run and not get weary; you will walk and not grow weak.

Goodbye, my darling.

Friday, 14 October 2022

Memories of Annie
















Memories of Annie

A misty day in St Ouen, at Big Vern,
Where we first met, and what turn
Fate took us on, just a friendly chat:
It could have ended there like that,
But we met again, and closer came,
Until the spark ignited into a flame,
And then the flame became a blaze;
And I still remember that, the days
We spent together, and the nights,
Wanting to put the world to rights,
Watching Star Trek, to boldly go;
But auld mortality, a black crow,
Always there, watching, waiting,
A failing heart, and so frustrating,
Until one day, unexpended, came:
Tears of sorrow quenched the flame;
I wept so much upon that sad day,
The call on the phone, just to say,
That she had died, and so I went
To the hospital, for my lament,
And kissed her dear lips, so cold,
One final time, one time to hold,
And then let go, as we all must,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Thursday, 13 October 2022

The BBC Concert Orchestra in Jersey - 1980



















The BBC Concert Orchestra attracted packed houses when it gave four programmes in Jersey at Fort Regent’s Gloucester Hall and the Opera House — Friday Night is Music Night, The Gala Concert (both live broadcasts). An Evening In Vienna (recorded) and an invitation concert for Island schoolchildren.

The Gala Concert in the Gloucester Hall, attended by the Lieutenant Governor' and Lady Whiteley, included a wide selection of musical gems ranging from an electric performance of an Israeli folk song “Tzena. Tzena” to Verdi’s aria “Sempre Libera” sung by the star soprano, Moira Anderson. The programme ended with Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture, complete with real explosions for the cannonade at the climax.

Earlier members of the orchestra had demonstrated outside the Fort Regent entrance as the public filed in. They were protesting against the BBC's axe of five of its house orchestras involving the sacking of 172 staff musicians. Leaflets were handed out and signatures of sympathy collected.







Friday, 7 October 2022

The Abandoned Planet














This is a dark and somewhat depressing poem, I suppose. There's an element of ambiguity in it - is it our world or an alien planet? It's a Wellsian take on matters, looking at trends, and in this case, the worst effects of climate change on any planet, especially one where the inhabitants live and think such short lives, such short term solutions, and try as they might, seem unable to escape those chains of self-interest.

The Abandoned Planet

Standing here in the ruins, we look out,
And wonder at these people, no doubt
Great and noble civilisations, but wasted,
And what they thought as they raced
Headlong into destruction, year by year,
Torn between their greed and their fear;
Our star ship stands by the wrecked land:
Concrete structures engulfed by sand,
As successive heat waves made them leave,
So suddenly, not even time to grieve;
Air conditioning failed, a city met its end:
Beyond their control, no longer could amend,
And fix this broken planet, where the heat
Made a desert, water resources they deplete,
And eventually the machine stops. It’s over:
No place for exodus, no place for passover;
And there is also a drowned world, the rain,
Coming from mountains, across the plain,
Washing away fields, houses, everything:
Wailing and grief, survivors mourning sing;
And they prepare to pack and so depart;
But where to go? For Gaia’s broken heart,
Has extremes: rain and flood, heat and dust,
And all their precious treasures turn to rust;
Hurricane winds, tearing the land asunder;
Storms, raging lightening, roaring thunder;
Monsoons breaking apart the river banks;
And warfare: bombs, missiles and tanks;
Dying by slow degrees, death in many cuts,
As the planet brakes, spews out its guts;
And plague reaches out, a deadly touch:
The tipping point: when it is too much;
And now we visit from our distant star,
Who have heard the signals, come far,
Across the gulf of space, oceans of light,
To the abandoned planet, a dark night;
Only bones remain of this proud race,
And even that will be dust, not a trace,
To be left, as concrete crumbles away,
And dust blows in the wind that day.

Thursday, 6 October 2022

The Channel Islands Art exhibition 1980







The Channel Islands Art exhibition is always a riot of colour and a pot-pourri of talents and styles. This year’s exhibition, which was the tenth one, was probably of the highest standard yet, although as ever it also consisted of some very mediocre work. This is to be expected because the Jersey Artists Group which has a large membership has the sensible and commendable policy of giving everybody a showing.

It seems a pity that a hundred of the exhibits were from Jersey but only twenty-three came from Guernsey. Perhaps there is difficulty in persuading Guernsey artists to send their work here.

As there were about two hundred exhibits in this exhibition of which over one hundred and twenty were paintings, it was only possible to pick out the highlights. This meant that unfortunately a large body of fairly competent work had therefore to be passed over.

Seagull’s View
Seagull's View















Certain painters have always shown work of a high standard and they continued to do so this time. I particularly like Maisie Ryan’s “Seagull's view of St. Helier from the Town Hall, 1980." Her view of the rooftops with Sand Street car park looming ominously above them had a symbolic meaning for the eighties.

Two other painters of note who can also be relied upon to produce good work were Ruth Pilkington and Norman Pallot. I found the latter’s “View of Corbiére” and the peaceful "Evening Encounter” both attractive paintings, although I have a preference for the more lively seascapes which he has shown in previous exhibitions. Ruth Pilkington’s “Notices Grouville”, “Rozel” and “View from a Train” were all up to her best standard. The latter being most successful in giving the fleeting glimpse of attractive. 
countryside whirling past the carriage window.

Landscapes, Still Lifes and Nudes



I have always found Nancy McCarthy to be a most uneven painter but her “Hayfield” was in my opinion the best thing she has done. She told me that she did the painting on a visit to Trinity Manor while the rest of her party were exploring the manor and grounds.

The Reverend Eric Walker is a painter of proficient watercolours and his “Halkett Place” was a good buy for those who like a straightforward view in a rather slick style.

Sheila Haithwaite exhibited a strong still-life — “St. David’s Day” complete with leeks and Winifred Le Poidevin’s “Still-Life” was a delicate pastel in her best unassuming manner.

The nudes were few and on the whole uninteresting but Norah Bryan showed a gloriously voluptuous one — “June in April” — honey-coloured and delectable.

G. Bilbe Barker’s “Fuchsias” and “Tiger Lilies” were meticulously done in the tradition of fine book illustrations — which is not an adverse criticism.

Finally, as I’m a cat addict, I’m compelled to enthuse upon Callan, Will de Barr’s “Neighbour’s Cat." Any cat lover must have noted that superior expression which only a cat of character can command.

Guernsey and Alderney


















My previous knowledge of Guernsey painters was limited but Charles Coker’s “Evening Light, La Moye” was thoroughly professional and full of delicate nuances of light. I’m told that he is also a good photographer and his paintings reflect this. Also Mary Kemp’s study of a “Flamenco dancer from Neje” was full of dignity and character.

Pottery and Carving

From Jersey there were good pieces of pottery from Muriel Harris and Rosa de Barr. Also some wood carvings, including Rodney Stone’s delightful “Bird.” I would single out Rosa de Barr’s Minoan Pot and Minoan Jug as the two best pieces of pottery in the exhibition. They were bold and satisfying.

I realise that with such a large number of paintings on show there was not much room for extra showcases for the pottery, carvings and enamel work. This was a pity because most of it was of a high standard and one wonders whether it would not be possible to have a separate and much larger exhibition of these items from the islands on another occasion?