Showing posts with label Bromsgrove. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bromsgrove. Show all posts

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

Sir Edward Elgar

Why on earth is this guy on my blog? He's from Worcester ooooh thats about 12 miles away!

Well he had a sister live in Bromsgrove and he spent a lot of time here for one particular reason, apart from the sister he loved of course - I suppose thats two reasons.

Elgar was Catholic - a difficult thing to be for an Englishman after the Reformation and the Penal Years when fear and suspicion was directed towards Catholics despite, as St Edmund Campion said prior to his execution, having refused to convert to protestantism :-

"In condemning us, you condemn all your own ancestors, all our ancient bishops and kings, all that was once the glory of England -- the island of saints, and the most devoted child of the See of Peter."

The English had, through the long years, after being initially forced to alter their religion, come to view the beliefs of  their ancestors to be somehow foreign.

That changed. After the Relief Acts Catholics were able to enter the professions, military and so on. Many small communities of Catholics who had remained faithful (such as my fathers forbears in deepest Warwickshire) could "come out" and Catholic landed gentry would fund the building of churches again.

One such is St Peters in Bromsgrove.

Hence Elgars visits - he worshipped there.

He also became known as one of Englands, and the worlds, greatest composers.

He also wrote a special piece of music for the church - this would be extremely valuable by now - but some fool of an organist gave it away and it has disappeared without trace !!!

Anyway, here is a little of what he wrote for all of us:-

Sunday, 24 April 2011

St Georges Day

Beautiful weather and much going on - our national Saints Day day is picking up in peoples consciousness.

Seems the day has been relocated to Monday May 2nd by both the CofE and Catholic Church - thereby giving St George a national holiday.

Great I can celebrate on the 23rd and again in May.

Street celebrations in Bromsgrove, entertainment at the club, a Cider and Sausage Festival (New Inn), Beer Festival (Nailers) and Folk dancing at the Dodford Inn.

Its all going on and the atmosphere is truly friendly. Just great to see many of our people getting into the "spirit".

The bluebells are out and the fragrance is intoxicating. The dawn chorus for the past week has also been deafening.

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Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England - now!

And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows
Hark! where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!

And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower, -
Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!

Robert Browning (1812-1889)

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