My earliest memories of Holy Trinity Church are of me either walking or push peddling along the quiet scenic Trinity Church Road to Sunday School. My brother, Stephen, my sister, Chloe, and I would race each other but also slow down to look over the wall to Harrington Sound where we enjoyed the views. Sunday School for us back then was in the little hearse house, as it is known, where many of us would sit quietly, or maybe not so quietly, learning about Jesus and the Bible. I remember Archdeacon Jack Cattell, and his wife Dorothy, were good friends with my grandmother, Rosalie McKey, nee Hollis. We would go into church after Sunday School for the end of the service. My children followed in my footsteps and we would walk to Church on Sundays, although with a little more care as the roads were busier then when I was young.
I also recall, when we didn’t have Sunday School, sitting with my grandmother, in ‘her pew’, about half way down the church on the right in front of the window that opens. My grandmother always had mints for us, probably to keep us quiet. She would help us through the service by making sure we followed the order and sang our hymns. After church my grandmother would collect all the linens, which had been used during the service, to wash and iron. When I look back now, although I am not quite sure what she did she seemed to be quite involved at Holy Trinity Church.
I was baptized, confirmed and married at HTC and my children where baptized and confirmed there. My five grandchildren have been baptized there. All of us, along with my siblings, my father, my grandmother, my great grandmother and many others have worn the same christening gown, which makes it over 130 years old. Today I am the Sexton and the Verger, a Eucharistic Minister. I head up the flower team, which my mother use to do. I am also on the vestry as well as the chairperson for the guild. HTC is my heritage and I am so pleased to continue on my family legacy of being a parishioner.
