St Chad's, Rochdale
Oct. 22nd, 2008 10:24 amTwenty two years ago, when my past was all burned up and my future entirely uncertain, I sat down, feeling really anxious, in a corner of the churchyard of St. Chad's Rochdale and looked at the church and thought about the dead people lying all around- and got up a little while later knowing that in the long term everything would be fine. I don't know what happened exactly, but it was one of the most significant moments of my life.
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Date: 2008-10-22 11:58 am (UTC)St Chad's is where many of my family were hatched, matched and despatched; it's nice to have a picture, so thanks for posting that. :)
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Date: 2008-10-22 07:58 pm (UTC)I'm not sure if you're familiar with the plays of Mr. Martin McDonagh at all-- abrasive with regard to the world, humane with regard to his characters-- if you aren't, I recommend in particular The Lonesome West. There's a scene that manages to put to words that feeling quite well.
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Date: 2008-10-23 08:13 am (UTC)I don't know McDonagh. Or- rather- I think I recognise the name, but I don't know his work. I'm going to the library this morning. I'll see if they've got anything of his on the shelves.
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