John Edward Cooper’s Notes
My Dad goes to the church
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1965, the year that changed my life Pamela’s eleventh letter Perhaps Sunday 11th July 1965 1. My Dad used to work Sunday evenings, and some other evenings too; but then Nancy, his cousin whom he used to work for at the Blackpool Park Golf Club, got The Green Man pub at Inglewhite. That was too far for my Dad to go, so he no longer had his evening job. So my Mum said to him, “Right, you can come to church with me on Sunday night.” And that is what he did: he went that Sunday evening. 2. When Pastor Stanley got us all to bow our heads in prayer, and began his appeal, I was hoping (and sibilating my sincere prayer into the palms of my hands, cupped over my face) that my Dad would respond — but he didn’t. 3. Afterwards, I suppose that a number of people came up to him and welcomed him — including Richard English, the one who had approached Chris, Peter and me at the table in the Coffee Rendezvous in March.[more] Pamela’s twelfth letter |
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