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Podcast script - Monday, April 13, 2020

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Good Morning Chelveston, Caldecott and Chelston Rise. It’s Easter Monday the 13th April and this is Adrian Dale with the daily briefing for the Village.

First of all, I’d like to say a big hello from the Village to Fort Worth in Texas where one of our residents is having to sit out the lock down. I only found out from Tony Brooks last night that Jerry listens in to the daily briefing, or the tales of Horace as some people call it. Don’t worry Jerry, nothing changes and the pub will have been re-opened when you return.

Then I must say hello to David Hackett, a long time resident of the Village and a fellow Unilever pensioner. He contacted me last night to tell me that he comes from Halesowen right in the middle of the Black Country. Embarrassingly, I hadn’t spotted his accent but then again it has been diluted by living in Croydon, Chichester, Oxford, Bedford and Sheffield. Now I do take my hat off to the folk of Halesowen, us Gornalites could at least escape into the countryside of Himley nearby. But there wasn’t much greenery in Halesowen, no wonder David and Tina moved to Chelveston.

In the late 1970s and 1980s David had many roles in the Village. He was Church Warden, Trustee of the Village Hall and quite literally the organ grinder. David is an expert on square pianos and many things musical. He now helps keep the Church organ going. David told me yesterday that he definitely agrees with Horace, but then frankly who wouldn’t, Chelson is the correct traditional pronunciation for the settlement of Chelveston. During the 1977 celebrations for the Queen’s Silver Jubilee, David created a soft drinks cocktail for the Village party which he called “Chelson Bile”. Apparently, he had a big chuckle when the Parish Council chose Chelston Rise as the name for our new settlement. If only they had known.

Of course, I wasn’t surprised to get a call from the big Aitch himself yesterday. “Adrian” he said, “you’ve missed summat out again”. Oh god, here we go I thought what have I got wrong this time. Aitch continued, “Caldecott were never called that when I were a kid!” I was really puzzled, what else could it be called. Aitch said “We always called it CAWCUD – C A W C U D. When he was young the Parish was apparently called Chelson Cawcud.

The Parish Council web site is a mine of information on our history, all put together by Mark Hunter the Clerk. When I looked at it yesterday, it seems that Caldecott was indeed called Calcote in the 15th Century, which obviously became Cawcud over the years in the local dialect. Of course Horace was right.

Every day I live in this Village, I learn something new.

Well yesterday was the busiest Easter Sunday of my life. It started at 4am preparing the daily podcast and the newsletter. After that I needed to ensure the Church service was ready for Easter Sunday. Then I had to sort out the entries to the colouring competition and write the software to display them.

It was lovely seeing the efforts that the kids had gone to (even if some of those kids were 38 years old – yes that’s you Michelle). I’d asked on Saturday for all houses to let me know if there were kids about and I was able to deliver a bag of mini eggs for all children I’d heard about, courtesy of the Village events committee.

Earlier in the week Adrian Jeffs had let me have a huge Easter egg from the Wellingborough and District Lions. They normally auction Easter eggs off in the pubs for charity but this year they obviously couldn’t. He asked me if I could find a deserving home for it, someone who needed a smile. I was definitely able to oblige and yet again, I felt a little guilty, as it was me that got the smiles of joy from the people who received it.

Yesterday was Easter Sunday, one of the most important days in the Church’s calendar. Many of you will have listened to the Church service yesterday and found comfort in renewing your faith for another year. But for those without faith, I ask you to think about what we achieved yesterday as a community.

Val Marshall spoke to me at midday, telling me that her housebound husband Rick was running out of reading materials now that the libraries were closed. She wondered whether anyone had any books they could swap. Within an hour, I had 10 offers of help and Rick had books on his doorstep. And then Sarah Stopps started a “help yourself swappsies library” on her driveway.

So far this has been the strangest bank holiday weekend ever for most of us. For me it has been the most tiring bank holiday weekend ever. But If I had told you just 3 weeks ago that we could achieve all this in a day, you wouldn’t have believed me.

So actually I think that this Village has had the best collective bank holiday weekend ever.

Well done Chelveston, Caldecott and Chelston Rise, long may it continue.

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