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Note: Please do NOT respond to any requests for money purporting to come
from the church in Tanzania. These
messages don’t come from the church; they come from crooks. For information on how to make donations to
Beth’s work please contact the Curate.
For information on how to support the church in Tanzania, please
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January
2009 Hope
everybody had a great Christmas. I spent
Christmas in the village of Chemba; no electricity, water or fruit/vegetables
(thanks go to the wonderful bus drivers who brought me much-needed oranges
and greens!), and the phone only gets reception if I climb a termite mound
outside the vicar's house. It was pretty wonderful to be in a village
for Christmas- the singing and dancing in church, everyone wearing their best
clothes (I cheated- I got a wrap with bells on it and just wrapped that round
my tea-stained clothes), and being invited to everyone's house for dinner
(though as I had guests myself, my job was cooking - breakfast, lunch and
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I kind of
managed a malaria-free Christmas though came down with a fever that evening
and found it was malaria the next day. But at least I managed to eat
the Christmas dinner. I spent
two weeks in Chemba farming and generally learning village life.
My hands are now so tough I can pick up burning charcoals without
feeling any pain (bit like the evil bloke out of the James Bond film I can't
remember). I farmed just over half an acre in 4 days which surprised
most people (though they manage a whole acre in three days but I’m new to
this) and even caused more people to assume I'm actually albino because
obviously Europeans can't work with their hands! The Sunday
before Christmas I was walking to church with the vicar who suddenly turned
to me and asked if I’d prepared a sermon.
Turns out neither of us had so he offered the 'compromise' that he
would lead the service if I would do the sermon! So, what is one to
do? I acted out the pre-Christmas story of Mary being told by a huge
angel that she was pregnant and her trying to work out just how she got into
that state. Still don't know what the point of it was but fortunately
the vicar stepped into the breech and gave a mini-talk about how we should
all be good servants of God like Mary was. I'll be
returning to Chemba for the New Year; Christians here spend New Year's Eve
keeping a vigil of singing and dancing until the early hours, so that will
remind me of Cheese Night at Scally's! Sorry the
update's so short this month- my memory's gone to pot because of the malaria
but I'm sure I'll be back in fine form (!) for next month. Wishing
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February 2009
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I had a lovely dinner
party on Sunday- a group of heavily pregnant village women all in town waiting
to give birth, came to my house for a slap-up meal, and then they all fell
asleep for 2 hours. But it was good fun, and means I have guaranteed
village invitations for the next year! The hospital has finally
improved its post-natal ward at long last although, as there are still not
enough mid-wives, people still give birth attended by other women in labour,
and caesarean-recoverees- so good try, but could do better! My friend
Violet (who was the lady who came to Dar to meet me when I first came to
Kondoa) gave birth to twins this month, although one died (she was one of the
many women who gave birth with no midwife around), but both her and the
remaining baby are doing well. At the hospital at the same time was a
girl who had had a miscarriage, caused by her husband. She was 6 months
pregnant so went to the clinic for a check-up; due to lack of staff it took a
long time and she was late cooking the evening meal, so her husband beat her
so badly that she miscarried. She refuses to press charges against her
husband, so there's nothing the police can do. I've joined a
tailoring class. I can now sew an A-line skirt! I'm so proud of myself;
textiles was a subject at school that I could never get the hang of.
I'm waiting for the rains before I return to my farm- it rained for 3 days in
December, but we have had no rains all this month. All that I planted before Christmas has
shrivelled and turned yellow, so I need to re-plant. If the rain
doesn't come, there will be famine at the end of this year; food prices are
already increasing significantly and will continue doing so until people
harvest. As we can't even plant yet,
the harvest will be very late, and not much grain will be produced.
There was a bit of rain in the town last night, so we're hoping this is a
good sign. An American Peace
Corps worker has moved to Kondoa, so I can now talk English without
travelling to Dodoma and he has Internet, (hence the letter- whilst I'm still
in Kondoa!!!), jelly, the ability to make pineapple wine and The Office on
DVD so I'm happy. He says another 10 are coming out to Kondoa from this
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March 2009 Very latest: I've broken my little toe (same foot
as got burned, and the very same one on which I fractured my 5th metatarsal;
it's cursed!) Work here is very seasonal. Going to villages is off the agenda because
everyone is farming, often far from their homes and so are living in little
shacks on the farms, taking turns to chase off the boars, leopards and
baboons which ruin the crops. So, I’m flitting between town and my farm,
putting together an Adult Education programme in Basic and Life Skills:
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My farm has now dried out twice, so I have
re-planted again. The main problem is
that rain falls for 3 days, and then four weeks of baking sun. This means the seeds sprout and little
plants come up, but then shrivel in the sun.
More disheartening is seeing the weather map of Tanzania- rain to the
East, West, and South of us but nothing in Kondoa- apparently the Government
has started putting measures in place to buy from the areas that have good
rain and transporting it over to us, then selling for a subsidized rate
(though given the harvest will be very small no one will have anything to
sell so will have no money to buy.)
Have resorted to planting millet as it needs less rain than maize
(though if you eat millet stodge you end up constipated for a good couple of
days, and that’s if you’re used to it!)
I spent much of last week on my farm weeding. The weeds are larger than the crops, and
the weeding was actually harder than the ploughing. When I ploughed I had heaped the earth into
humps so the roots can get well established, but weeding involved the ruining
of the humps; so depressing to see my hard work undone! On Monday and Tuesday I had a group of youth from
3 other dioceses come to stay at my house for a meeting to arrange the Youth
Conference in September this year which will see 1,000 youth from all over central
Tanzania coming to Kondoa, which I’m to be the chief organizer of-
fortunately we have no Health and Safety Regulations here to abide by, so
it’s just a case of making sure there’s floor space in various houses,
toilets are dug, and shacks are put up for bathrooms, and enough trees are
cut down for fire wood. I’ve been continuing with sewing classes, and am
now sewing clothes that I’m able and willing to wear, and that only fall
apart at the seams occasionally. Some
women here have even asked me to sew them clothes which they’re willing to
pay me for! (Unfortunately my Work
Visa doesn’t allow for money-making). Later this month I’ll be back in Britain and I
have requests to make! Does anyone have a small pressure cooker they no
longer use? For the youth conference I would be grateful for
deflated footballs and netballs. For the village pre-primary schools, small
resources such as And my ongoing request for funds to make the
pre-primary schools sustainable. Hope to see as many of you as possible when I’m
back for Easter. Beth x |
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April
2009 Beth is in
the UK from 21st March to 22nd April so in place of the letter: A Guide to the Tribes of Kondoa The tribes of Kondoa can be roughly
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The main Bantu tribes in Kondoa are
the 'Rangi' and the 'Gogo'. The Rangi make up about 75% of the Kondoa
population, and are Muslim. The Gogo are mainly Christian and are immigrants
in Kondoa due to either fleeing famine in drier Dodoma or being given
Government jobs such as teaching and nursing in villages in Kondoa. The
Bantu tribes believe they are the most advanced and ‘civilised’ tribes in
Tanzania, and so believe that they should be given the Government and
administrative jobs. The Nilotic tribes come from Sudan and
are pretty recent additions to Kondoa, as they generally live to the north
and east; in Arusha and further north in Kenya. They are herders who
believe they have a divine right to own all the cattle; causing a few tribal
agitations when they take the cattle belonging to other tribes! They
have been traditionally nomadic; moving with their cattle to find good
pasture, hence travelling further south as good grass becomes
over-grazed. The main Nilotic tribes in Kondoa are the famous 'Masai'
and the 'Barabaig'. The Masai are quite settled, but the smaller
Barabaig tribe are semi-nomadic and still wear clothes made entirely from
goat skin and beads. The Nilotic tribes are very thin and tall, and
incredibly proud. The women refuse to carry things on their head (they
instead carry it on their backs). Hope this brief guide helps you to
understand my future letters when I make references to the different
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May 2009 So, within a couple of weeks I'll have done 3
years! Time has really flown! At the moment I have a missionary from
Dodoma staying with me; Maggie, who has been a good friend of mine. It's great to have the company, and we've
been trying out my new pressure cooker (thank you so much to the lovely
person who gave it to me- it's fantastic!)
and loads of new recipes- though I still miss cheese! Have been trying to make my own but failing
miserably (don't have a yoghurt starter).
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Life's pretty much continuing as normal. I went to the village of Wekense last week,
and so saw two of the teachers who used to work at the pre-primary school in town,
and it was great to see them with their babies (one of the girls had had a
miscarriage last year which was a very difficult time for her, so she has
named her baby 'Furaha' which means happiness!). I went with them to the well to collect
water and carried it back up to the house on my head (though that was
difficult as it's a bog near the well, and so walking through it, holding
onto banana trees while balancing a bucket on your head is hard work!) I can now carry ten litres without having
to hold onto the bucket with my hands- so impressed! The harvest in that area is not too bad as
the earth there only requires the tiniest amount of rain compared to other
areas. Apparently my maize has ripened
and is nearly ready for harvesting, as are the sunflowers, but the beans and
peanuts I planted in town have come to nothing- all dried up. The journey back from Wekense was not
without its mishaps. There was no bus
back to the main road but we had checked with a lorry and they said they were
going into town so we met the lorry at 5:30am, only to find the driver in a
drunken coma! Apparently he had
decided not to go that day. A couple
of hours later a man on a motorbike turned up and gave me a lift to the
Dodoma-Arusha road but by that time I was too late to get the Kondoa bus so I
waited for the next one. Half an hour,
and many marriage proposals from the traffic police later, a gorgeous silver
land cruiser with leather seats turned up and the driver offered me a lift! I was scared to get in- I stank of smoke
from cooking over a wood fire, and my clothes were covered in dust! But I got in, only to find it was a
Government Cabinet minister's car! So
I had the most comfortable drive the rest of the way. On Sunday evening one of our school students died
after being knocked over by a car outside his house so Monday and Tuesday
were spent at the funeral and the wake.
It was huge- even the Council Director came to the funeral, but
obviously very sad as he was only 3 years old, and such a cute kid. We'd been saying for ages that the amount
of traffic on that road had got to dangerous levels and many children have
been knocked over there. My job was
helping to prepare the food and then make the wreaths to be put on the grave
out of branches from trees in the church grounds- always good to keep oneself
busy. This weekend I'll be going to Chemba to check out
my farm properly, and to preach on Sunday, and then the following weekend my
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June 2009 We thought we’d give Beth a month off
after imposing ourselves on her for two weeks but having tried to write it we
wished we’d left her to it! Normal
service will be resumed next month. Reading Beth’s letters you may get the
impression that she doesn’t actually do very much, an impression she is keen
to foster. Though when you see the
small farm she has planted three times for one crop and experienced the
transport system and the difficulties of moving from one place to the next
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Then you visit the villages and see
the pre-primary schools and you realise what she’s been doing all this
time. The schools have been started
and are owned by the local communities and Beth has been acting as a catalyst
rather than doing it all herself, so there’s a fair chance that they will
continue without her. We experienced
for ourselves tramping across fields to chat with people, days spent visiting
churches and village councils to speak to them and going to Dodoma to buy a
sewing machine to provide one of the teachers with an income. We discovered a few other things she
hadn’t told us – such as when we found ourselves with a Kalashnikov toting
guard riding shotgun with us through “bandit territory”. And the toilets really are as bad as you
imagine. No, they’re worse. And as for the mosquitoes….. Everywhere we went we were met with
singing and dancing. Is it true that
joy is in inverse proportion to wealth?
Time keeping is not a Tanzanian strong point; one service we attended
was due to start at 10am and actually got going at 11.30. Another took place on the road as we
didn’t have time to get to the church.
We can now understand why Beth loves this place so much. The people have time, time for each other,
time for God, time for just, well, sitting and staring. That old poem came alive for us. What is this life…….? Graham & Marilyn |
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July 2009 Well, 3 years came and went, and I didn't return
to the UK (as if anyone's shocked!) The harvest is all in, whacked, and
put into sacks- 120 litres of maize, and 200 litres of sunflower seeds.
People are most impressed, but I found it quite disappointing - that is all I
got from 2 weeks of ploughing, a week of weeding and 4 days of
harvesting. I shall have to look into
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There is now a real problem with water in the
village where I farm; Chemba, and so I had to go to a well that had been dug
by the village youth and collect muddy water by throwing a bucket in and then
carrying it back on my head, probably the furthest I've had to go to get
water. I'm now trying to get rid of my pumpkins (well, it's nowhere
near Halloween yet) by giving them away to anyone who visits me- there must
be about 30 on my farm. I've just got
back from Kikore, a village with lots of hills and waterfalls on the Northern
border that touches on Tarangire National park. I went there last year
but this time I went on my own, by foot, and for a week. It took 2
hours from the bus stop to get to the village through a forest on a really
steep hill (fortunately the church had arranged some youth to accompany me. I
wouldn't have gone into the forest by myself; it has proper huge wild
animals!), by which time my legs had turned to jelly, only to then be taken
on another two hour walk so I could meet some of the Christians. We
followed a similar pattern every day: walking up and down hills for hours
until 10 at night so that we can meet all the Christians! And yet I
didn't lose an ounce of weight; every house we stopped at I was given a pint
of milk, maize stodge, chicken, goat and bananas until I was bursting (7
houses every day- count the calories!) The youth there are planning on recording a video
and CD of their choir so they're currently in practice; their dancing is
fantastic! I stayed at the vicar's house, though one night I ended up
at one of the girl's houses at the top of a hill with views for miles around,
and no other house for miles (good job, as there was no toilet!), and the
little child who told me I had eyes like a cat, and that my mother had
scrubbed me until my skin had changed from black to white! Kids!
I got sent back to the town with a branch of bananas (the whole branch of
about 70 bananas!), lots of papaya fruit, a chicken and a
stool (which had my tribal name- Awaki- engraved on it), and my bus fare
back. Probably told you this before, but I'll tell you again, Awaki
means 'white' but is a name given by a mother in law to a woman who is good
at housework and cooking, and is generally an excellent wife! Indeed I
am! This week I'm going to a village called Pahi
which I've never been to before, but it has a clinic run by AIM (Africa
Inland Mission.) 25 Aussie doctors are
going there for a week and they've asked me to go and help translate and
oversee the cooking (my skills are known of far and wide!) I'll also go
to a couple of youth celebrations which are a group of churches getting
together and having a knees-up; they're in preparation for the big do we'll
have at the beginning of September. Hope everyone's well and enjoying the Summer! Beth x |
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August 2009 I had just come back from Kikore (the
beautiful village in the mountains) and was preparing to go to Pahi to help
translate for 25 Australian doctors when I last wrote. Something I
forgot to mention was going to dinner at my friend's aunt's house. The
aunt was in her early 30s and had 9 kids! She had married at the age of
17 and just never stopped producing; even at the time I write there's a
definite bump developing! 10 kids by the age of 34; now that's
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The clinic at Pahi was good fun. A 75 year old man came complaining of arthritic
symptoms but when told this is normal for old age he loudly protested that
he's still a young man and no way can he be suffering from old age (later
satisfied with a quick change in diagnosis, that the pains he is suffering
from are completely normal for an active young man who works hard.) The best was seeing a young boy brought in
unconscious because of malaria going home alive and recovered. Having got back to town I needed to
sleep (I had also been in charge of the cooking so had to be the first to get
up to get the fire going and collect water; I was exhausted) but found my
neighbour's child had a fever so I put her on my back (her mum was at a
funeral) and took her to the hospital. As soon as the doctor held her
he admitted her, so now I had to phone her mum - not the easiest thing,
telling a mother her child's in a hospital bed (well, not bed as the ward was
completely full to overflowing, so sleeping on my back on a bench) - but she
got there and later on we were allowed home. We came out of the
hospital to find loads of people from the funeral had come there; a snake had
appeared amongst the mourners causing everyone to run and people had been
stabbed by huge thorns and a group of rather large women had fallen on top of
each other causing minor injuries. The following week I went to Kiteto, a
neighbouring district, for the opening ceremony of their diocese. I
went early and got involved with the preparations: decorating, cooking (of
course) and carrying the babies of choir members on my back during the
rehearsals. I was rather amused that when I got off the bus and started
walking through town a couple of people called out to me using my Kondoa
name! I've never even set foot in Kiteto before! When I woke up
in the morning and walked outside the hotel I was greeted in the Rangi
language by some passers by; my reputation precedes me! The service
itself was pretty tiring at 7 hours long!!! I fortunately used my
brains and had given myself the job of handing out service sheets, a job you
have to stand at the door for allowing an easy getaway when things get
boring! After that I nabbed a lift to Dodoma
and had a final preparation meeting about the youth conference we're holding
in September. Apparently up to 25
choirs are coming, and we haven't even started digging the toilets yet-
doh! I was planning to stop in at Chemba before retuning to Kondoa town
but their borehole had broken down and the nearest other water supply is an
hour's walk away; the shallow wells people had dug after the rainy season
have already dried out due to lack of rain this year. The borehole is
now fixed and so I'll be going this week, en-route to Ombiri (I'll pick up my
motorbike in Chemba and take that as there are no buses) for a deanery youth
conference (a collection of about 11 churches in the east of the
diocese). Other than that there are a couple more villages I should go
to this month to check up on the pre-primary schools (one of the villages has
just finished building their own church-cum-classroom and they've asked me to
officially open it, and I only donated 1 piece of roof panelling!) and then
final preparations for the big youth conference. Enjoy the Summer! Beth x |
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September 2009 Need sleeeeeeep! Our big youth conference (over 20 choirs came
which caused headaches and stress for the past 2 months) is over and done
with; amazing how things planned for ages seem to pass so quick! It was pretty wonderful. All the choirs from other dioceses turned
up in lorries with tonnes of equipment.
Then the Kondoa choirs turned up - 10 people each and no equipment
except a drum and zeze (violin type thing), but boy did they rock the place
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On the Thursday the District Commissioner opened
the conference by telling all the village girls not to be seduced by the town
men who have the money to buy them chips!
On Friday we had a cultural day, with each choir singing, dancing a
dressing in their tribal traditional way, (about the only time you'll find
women just wearing one strip of black cloth and beads to church!) One choir sang about girls wearing trousers
and boys who wear make-up and braid their hair, whilst another choir sang a
traditional mating dance; diversity is the spice of life! Saturday kind of
passed in a blur of song and dance, and Sunday I collapsed. Monday and Tuesday I spent cleaning
bedrooms and toilets, always the low point of any event! This week we have the national youth conference
in Dodoma, which I am on the organising committee of, but I decided sleep was
much better than organising another conference for 20 choirs so I've let
everybody else do all the work whilst I've been sleeping. Once that is over with I can return to
doing some proper work- like travelling around villages being fed copious
amounts of ugali. Apparently the rains should be early and heavy
this year as it's so cold (only 28 degrees) and windy, so I've got
approximately 10 weeks in which to visit every single church before I have to
get back on my farm. I'll start off in
Farkwa (the home of the hunter-gatherers) where we have a pre-primary school
that is jointly run with Tanzania Assemblies of God church, and another one
in the middle of the forest. After
that I should travel up North to see how some poor American Peace Corps
workers are getting on (they turned up then got dumped in villages. I feel rather maternal towards them;
they're so young!) My 27th birthday
passed without incident, and happily without a Tanzanian style party with
lots of tack! Hope all are well, Beth x |
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October
2009 Beth has a new postal address – please
use it! Hello! Please note:
If you wish to send me letters, cards, chocolate... please send them to PO
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I don't
think I've ever been pleased for having malaria before, but last week, I
was. And so would you if you were being tested for Hepatitis A,
typhoid, cholera, and lots of other nasty illnesses, and then told at the end
of it that you only have malaria! 3 days of medication that causes me
to feel worse than the actual malaria and I'm right as rain again. We had our
Tanzania youth conference this month which was really good- 14 choirs from
all parts of Tanzania, and all the different tribes- that was quite a
spectacle. And I wasn't in charge of the cooking!!! I was in
the bus going back to Kondoa when I received a phone call- I'm wanted back in
Dodoma for another meeting! I just love meetings, especially when I
have to travel 2 days running on the marvellously bumpy road for 5 hours on
each day. But it was worth it- for the delicious food that was
served! After getting back from that I wasn't surprised I went down
with malaria- my energy levels were at an all-time low. In fact,
September really was a boring month- wasn't able to go to any of the villages
I'd planned due to meetings and malaria. I am currently in Dodoma
picking up visitors from Wilmington and Paddock Wood who I'll be taking to a
few villages to show them life in Kondoa. I suppose I had better boil the
water for them (don't suppose they'll appreciated unpurified pond
water.) Then I really should get out to the villages. There are less then 2 months before the
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November 2009 Currently in the
middle of the very hot, very dry season- except it’s raining! I should be out on my farm, but I'm
currently being lazy. I shouldn't be
ploughing in November; I should be eating, and lots! But at least everyone else is better than
me and have started planting already.
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Apologies for last
month's update- malaria really is an occupational hazard here- and apparently
it takes 10 years to get an immunity to it- so, only another seven more years
to go then! This month's been
pretty good. We had a group of
visitors from Rochester Diocese meaning that I could show them around the
Diocese and show off my knowledge about all things Tanzanian. It also meant I got prezzies; it's amazing
how many free meals you can get off me for a packet of wine gums! I've now also acquired chickens for
Christmas and Easter dinners, now being beautifully fattened up on
millet. The one which produces eggs
will be saved during the Christmas cull.
It's a tough world. By the end of this
month two churches should have been completed. It will be amazing to be in Chemba church
for Christmas (last year we were in the old church getting nice and soaked),
and also good not to have to check on it every time it rains to check it’s
still standing! It will be the biggest
church in the entire diocese (the cathedral is tiny in comparison), not that
the vicars are having a biggest church contest or anything! Am quite annoyed as
the days are getting longer and the sun is rising much earlier, meaning the
buses are setting off half an hour earlier in the morning (everything follows
the sun rather than a timetable) meaning that whilst I was still five minutes
walk from the bus stand I saw it had begun pulling away! I don't think I've run so fast, or shouted
so loud in my life! Fortunately the
driver saw/heard me and waited whilst ribbing me for being white and liking
my sleep too much (a common complaint about 'wazungu' is that they sleep in,
something I think my mum has complained about on many an occasion!) Last weekend I went
on an evangelism tour with the choir around the most remote villages you
could imagine. I think we were singing
to baboons and antelope most of the time!
But it was a good weekend, though sleeping on a concrete floor does
not equal me being a happy person in the morning. The lorry driver certainly added to the
excitement; an overflowing lorry being driven through ditches and on ledges
and broken bridges and he decided to take it at break-neck speed. Best way to rid yourself of the
constipation caused by millet ugali anyway! On that lovely
thought I will leave you... Until
next time. Beth x |
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December 2009 Sorry it's a bit late this month.. you'll find out why
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THE PAROCHIAL CHURCH COUNCIL OF THE ECCLESIASTICAL
PARISH OF SOUTH GILLINGHAM Registered Charity Number: 1130544 The Parish Office, St Matthew’s Church, Drewery Drive, Wigmore,
Gillingham, Kent ME8 0NX |
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on the Parish of Wekense