Memories of Broomfield

in last week’s Spenborough Guardian, readers were invited to submit memories of the now-closed Broomfield Methodist Church.

Almost 60 years ago, when 14 years of age, I was appointed organist of Broomfield Methodist Church, a post I was to hold for 11 months.

During that time the enthusiastic choir gave highly successful performances of Handel’s Messiah, Haydn’s Creation, Stainer’s Crucifixion and a concert performance of Edward German’s Tom Jones.

The choirmaster and conductor at that time was a certain Fred Ward, who had a beautiful singing choice and a definite Yorkshire accent.

On one occasion I decided to tease him by altering the harmonies at the organ. He put up with it for a while, then suddenly shouted out: “Philip, what ta doing, lad?”

They were happy and informative times and, while it is sad when a longstanding place of worship has to close, it is good to know that at least five of those original singers are still around.


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