by Laura Bray
Christmas is always a time of nostalgia, always tinted with that golden glow! So when Steve asked me to share my memories of Christmas, it was hard to think of a place or time, there were so many to chose from.
But in the end, I focused on the early 1980s and I hope this resonates with some of you.
For me, Christmas has always been predominantly a religious festival, wrapped round with music. We knew we were getting close, when St David’s Church choir, or the Cyfarthfa School Girls Choir, both under Derry Prothero’s capable leadership, dusted off the Christmas anthems, usually in about October! Also, rehearsals with the Cyfarthfa School Mixed Choir under the leadership of Ian Hopkins, were held at around the same time.
In the case of the Girls Choir it was things like Britten’s “This Little Babe” difficult, but effective, cannoning round the church, or Elgar’s “Snow” and the more traditional “Adam Lay a-Bounden” as well as three-part “Ding Dong Merrily”. All practised in school and culminating in a half day rehearsal in the church itself and an early finish!
In the church choir – which then consisted of around 30 choristers- there were endless rehearsals for The Nine Lessons service; of “Once in Royal” for the procession, and the traditional anthems such as “In the Bleak Mid Winter”, “The Sussex Carol” “Joy to the World’ or Rutter’s “Angel Carol”. Derry was great at mixing the much loved oldies, with some newer works.
By mid December we had sang for the school carol concert before the end of term, and, for those of us who were also in the church choir, for the Nine Lessons and Carols on the 4th Sunday in Advent. I remember the descants we sang – always challenging and always high, and always “can belto”!
For a couple of years after the Nine Lessons, as if we hadn’t sung enough, the church choir then headed out to the streets around the church – Twyn Hill, and Thomastown mostly – and belted out, from memory and in full 4 part harmony, all of the stalwarts “Hark the Herald”, “O Come All Ye Faithful”, “O Little Town of Bethlehem”, “Away in a Manger” and so on, to raise money for the church organ fund. We sang in the middle of the road while a couple of us knocked on doors with our rattling tins, taking requests and asking for contributions. Few people turned us down. We sang till we were cold and hoarse. Not even Sandbrook House, then a nursing home, escaped the carol singing!
On Christmas Eve itself I would wait to hear the Salvation Army Band, playing carols round the streets, before heading down to the Vulcan with my friends for Christmas drinks. Not too many, mind, as we were back in church for the Midnight Mass at 11.30 and more carols, including one of my absolute favourites – “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear”. The service always began by candlelight, and the church lit up gradually until it was flooded with colour, light and sparkle, and you could see who was there. Sometimes old choristers came to join us, swelling the numbers of the choir even further.
The Midnight was always packed and was a great place to catch up with friends and acquaintances who had moved from Merthyr but come home for Christmas. The atmosphere was magical and lively!
We always finished with “Hark the Herald” – sometimes sung with more enthusiasm than accuracy at the end of weeks of singing and a touch of alcohol!
Then home to bed. Another Christmas celebrated. And the echo of music in the night.
