Memories Of Marple - Pictorial And Descriptive Rerminiscences Of A Lifetime In Marple

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The Unravelling by Natalie Haynes - A new farm hand lies dead, and a woman stands accused. But why does she have no motive? I love Natalie Haynes writing, but at first I found this incredibly dull. However as everything starts to pull together, and a sprinkle of mythology is placed into Marple's reasoning, I ended up pleasantly surprised. 3/5. Further up the road were the baths, which were boarded over for the duration with a dance floor, where I remember going as a Persian Prince to a fancy dress party of some kind, and winning a prize. My parents were great ballroom dancers, there was a marvellous sense of excitement as they prepared for a ball, Dad is his smart DJ, Mum in a flowing full length gown of emerald green and delightfully perfumed with Eau de Cologne. They told me that they had, in fact, met dancing in a sort of ballroom country formation dance called The Lancers, at the local Palais de Dance in Ashton-under-Lyne. The Smithy is the single storey shed above. Keith was correct about the open shed but where is the spreading chestnut tree? The photo is early 1900s so I guess the spreading chestnut tree was a mere sapling – Hilary Atkinson.) In October 2020 a gentleman called Dave Watson sent me some photos that featured his mother, Joan Hope, as a young girl and also a couple of newspaper cuttings. The subjects were a 1934 pantomime at the Albert Schools and two Rose Queen events held at the Albert Schools and Rose Hill House in 1934-35. The photos have been added to the Virtual History Tour and when I read the newspaper cuttings I realised that they crossed over the stories of several similar photos already on the Tour. So I decided to scan the newspaper text as I thought it could make an interesting history article. One thing I love about these newspaper reports is that they mention so many names - perhaps your parents, grandparents or even great-grandparents are mention too?

I know the fact that Marple, being a pleasant little village on a train line to Manchester, was a big factor in the decision as to where the family were to make their home. In Scotland, the Cochran family had for many generations been staunch Presbyterians, and on coming to Marple, Andrew and his wife joined the Congregational Church on Hibbert Lane. There were also bring and buy sales, again in the room to the left of the front door. These were a little more refined then the jumble sales. The good ladies of the church would make jams, cakes, knitted and sewn items etc. Having brought in their particular contribution, they would then also buy something that another member had brought to be sold. The 12th story is The Disappearance by Leigh Bardugo, narrated by Miriam Margolyes. I loved the descriptions of the people and the surprise ending. I felt quite bereft when I finished listening and had to leave Miss Marple behind. Favorite quotes:Miss Marple Takes Manhattan by Alyssa Cole - Miss Marple winds up seeing the bright lights of New York with her nephew and niece. I wasn't a fan of this one. It felt very out of character, nothing like a Marple story, and also there was no plot to speak of. 2/5. Then followed a clever display of folk dancing by the maids of honour on the green before the throne; and Sheila Wilcox gave a graceful exposition of classic dancing. What followed were celebrations to remember for the rest of their lives, although as Helen Williams, who won the Stanley Wainright Trophy as ‘Best Soloist’ with a personal performance that saw adjudicator John Wallace write; ‘Solo cornet I could kiss you’ - remembers wryly that some parts of that night are still a little ‘hazy’!

The heralds, D. Shallcross and H. Phillips, in tunics of red velvet, followed and then Joan Hope in pink organdie, dancing to the platform, scattered a rose petal pathway for the feet of the retiring queen. The Murdering Sort" by Karen M. McNanus (1 star)-The story itself was okay, but what kept throwing me is the main character we follow, is a great great niece of Miss Marple and that her granddad is Miss Marple's, nephew, Raymond. The math wasn't mathing people. It just kept messing me up. Also this takes place in the 1970s and I just gave up how this was even making sense after a while. Because of the age discrepancy, I just couldn't get into the story. Also the reason behind the murder was stupid. Built in 1866, sold in the 1960s, and demolished in 2019. The Albert Schools provided religious and secular education to hundreds of Marple’s children and young people for about 100 years. They provided a meeting place for a myriad of activities, initially related to the Congregational Church, but later on to other community groups within Marple. Facing the Carver theatre was a chip shop run by Mr. Hawley. They made potato fritters as well as Fish and Chips. Where the new road passes the car spares shop there was a cul-de-sac with a few cottages called Poplar Square.Parish register printouts of Maple, Cheshire, England, (Wesleyan Methodist Church), christenings, 1804-1840 Reminiscing about Marple in the 1940’s with a friend recently, she thought I ought to set such things down, so here goes. Miss Rene Rowbotham was crowned Rose Queen for 1935 at the Albert School, Marple, on Saturday 6th July. Evil in Small Places by Lucy Foley - Foley is a masterclass in herself, as one of Britain's most recognizable historians and a talented writer in her own right. This was obviously a perfectly characterized rendition of Marple. I don't think it brought anything inventive to the table, but it definitely captured Marple's core the best. There are some amazing writers in this collection of 12 new Miss Marple stories. With names like Lucy Foley, Val McDermid, Elly Griffiths, Karen M. McManus and one of my favourites Ruth Ware. How could you not want to read this.

My dear subjects, I thank you all for the honour you have vested upon me by electing me as your Rose Queen for the ensuing year. Marple Congregational Sunday School Rose Queen 1934, Elsie Harrison. Dave says he thinks his mum Joan Hope is sitting at the front at the feet of the Rose Queen. ROSE BUDS.I think this collection did several things well: it's a nice mix of the refreshingly new and the comforting old, and it varied in type of mystery from murder to more. There was no doubt other groups and activities held at The Albert Schools of which I, as a child, would have been unaware.In the Year Book for 1962, various other groups are mentioned, who no doubt met in The Albert Schools, were The Guild; The Girls Life Brigade; The Livingstone Fellowship; The Rambling Club; The Women’s Circle , and The Young Wives.