While I have had time to sort through some papers, I found a copy of this Christmas card that was sent to ‘Frodsham Fighting Forces’ in 1943. Although most of the businesses mentioned no longer exist (yes, we did used to have a jam factory, a cinema, a blacksmith and a shoemaker in Frodsham), the sentiments in the poem may be relevant today.
Do you remember?
The winding street, with regimented lime
The sentry church aloft, the hills to climb,
The scene of carnival, with pompous band,
The cinema to which you went, how grand.
The blacksmith’s forge, by the shoemaker’s shop,
The scent of jam at the Sandfield top,
The Cholmondeley Arms and the Golden Lion,
The roll of the train o'er the bridge of iron,
This was your village; you’ll see it again,
From out the window of memory’s train.
The reflections here are written by members of our congregation.