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A festive occasion with the young people of the church

1965, the year that changed my life
Maureen Smith’s question

Monday 15 November 1965
 1. At this point, my source-document Johannine Writings says:
At that time it was the custom at our church for the young people to have Hallowe’en parties every year.… At such occasions there was much merrymaking and enjoyment.
That night I wept much on account of Audrey, and prayed that I might go out with her, calling on the Lord for help. I kept saying, “I love that little girl.” For I had been prevented from approaching her that evening by Peter, who had spoken with her.
 But we have already seen[more] that the Knott End campaign has to be dated after Hallowe’en. Yet I definitely remember a festive occasion with the young people of the church, and it was after I sat with Audrey on the coach going to Knott End.[more] Perhaps this was the occasion, where “there was much merriment, and games, such as apple-bobbing, in the minor hall, the first meeting-room one came into after entering the building.” [See Hallowe’en.]

"The building" — illustration from a Full Gospel Church promotional brochure
 2. I had made up my mind to take steps to try to get Audrey Wood to agree to go out with me. I had summoned the necessary courage to face the possibility of her refusing me.

I had made up my mind…" — photo from 1965


"…to try to get Audrey to go out with me" — photo from 1966
 So I hung around her, joined in the apple-bobbing with her — but Peter Gooding hung around her too.

"…but Peter Gooding hung around her too" — photo from 1965
 I think it’s likely that the three of us went to the Woods’ house afterwards, Peter thus preventing me from getting alone with her to ask her to go out with me.

 3. That night, back at home, I wept much on account of Audrey, and fervently prayed that I might go out with her. I asked the Lord again and again to help me.
 I kept saying, “I love that little girl!”; yes, even as I got off the bus, as the tears I had been holding back were now welling up in my eyes, I was saying to myself, “I love that little girl! I love that little girl!”


Thwarted again by Peter Gooding


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