The Tintern Village Website

Summer 2002


My dear Friends,

Soon we'll be celebrating the 50 years reign of our Queen. People have many different points of view on the Monarchy, but just as we gave thanks for the life of the Queen Mother, so I will give thanks for the life of duty and service of a gracious lady.

When she became Queen, following her Father who was such a good man and a convinced Christian, I was just starting out in Grammar School. She has been for us, in an increasingly mad world, a symbol of stability, and of our inheritance of good things from the past.

If we don't have a sense of the past - our roots - or some knowledge of our history, then we become lost in a puzzling present.

Over the last week I've been thinking about another anniversary - the one we call the Birthday of our family - Pentecost. I spoke in two congregations out of Acts Chapter 2, verses 32, 33 and 39. They tell of:
1. A Messiah, Jesus (Joshua), raised to life after death and a grave.
2. The Father placing Him on the Throne of Heaven for over 1900 years past - waiting for another moment when His final Victory will be seen on this earth.
3. In this Age of the Acts of the Holy Spirit in which we still live, the sending to us of another like Jesus, who is the Holy Spirit, and can come to everyone.
4. In fact (v39), the promise is for every age and generation and no place is too distant for His reach and activity.

He has come to us to enable us to share the truth about God's love and salvation in Jesus alone, with all the people everywhere.
That's why we are called Christians - we are a 'sent' people, to our family, our friends, our workmates, our villages, our country and our world.

Blessings from
Phil and Kate


Why not come and join us and try a Sunday morning service at St. Michael's. The service starts at 11.00 a.m. so you can still have a lie-in!

The first Sunday in each month is the Family Service. The children do not go out for Sunday School and usually take a major part in the services, often involved in some form of drama.

The third Sunday in each month is a Parish Celebration and we alternate our meeting between St. Michael's and Llandogo Parish Church. This month we met in Llandogo, so the next celebration will be on June 16th in St. Michael's. These services are lively meetings with many of the congregation taking part.

The remaining services of the month are communion services. The children retire to the vestry part-way through the service where they have their own meeting. At the moment we can just fit all of us into the small space. Our youngest participant is three years old and our oldest fourteen. There is a lovely feeling of being family together as we share our lives and learn together. After every service there is tea, coffee and fellowship.

Once a month on the first Tuesday of the month there is a celebration meeting held in Llandogo Parish Church, starting at 7.30 p.m. There is lively worship and a speaker. People come from quite a wide area to participate in this.

On every Wednesday evening there is a bible-study group.

1943 to 2002.

Seated in the Refectory at Culceth Laboratory, UKAEA Risley, Lancs, Lyndon Summers said to me:-
"I've a friend who's a bit down at the moment, he's just had a 'Dear John' letter. Will you be nice to him when he makes a fourth for Bridge?" And that was the start of a love affair lasting 36 years!

When Adrian finished at University, we married and came to live in South Wales. We then moved to Harrogate because of Adrian's job with ICI (Patent Department). His work involved travelling all over the world, and I was fortunate to be able to travel with him. We made friends the world over and indeed had a wonderful life together.

After taking voluntary redundancy, we came home again to Wales and bought a Restaurant and Bar which we ran for a few years, before selling up and moving to Tintern, via Crewe and Newport.

At the age of fourteen a neighbour taught Adrian to play the Church Organ. He went on to play at St. Judes, Englefield Green, St. Peters, Staines, St. Arvans, Llanfair Discoed, Portskewett, Mathern, St. Pierre, Rogiet churches and, of course, St. Michael's, Tintern, St. Oedocus, Llandogo and All Saints, Whitebrook.

He loved St. Michael's Church, Tintern particularly and it seemed only natural that he be laid to rest there.

The music for the funeral service was chosen by Adrian; he wanted there to be joy and thanksgiving for his life.

Thank you all for your support, loyalty and friendship at this difficult time. May I take this opportunity to pass on the thanks of the British Heart Foundation for the donations and contributions in memory of Adrian - 237.80.

Frenchay hospital wrote to me to say they were able to use Adrian's corneas to give sight to two people.

Mrs Marian Smith, May 2002.

JEAN LUFF 1926 - 2002

Jean Powell, the second eldest of five children, was born on 27th January 1926, at Berry Hill in the Forest of Dean, where she grew up.

On leaving school, Jean joined the W.R.A.F. based at Staverton, Gloucestershire. Later she worked at the Rose and Crown, Tintern, where she met her husband, Stan Luff. They were married on October 23rd 1948 at Tintern Methodist Church. They lived happily at the Quay, Tintern until Stan died in 1990.

In her younger days Jean took great pleasure in tending to the elderly in Tintern and her kindness was much appreciated and remembered.

Jean had a warmth, a ready smile and a good sense of humour which drew people to her, and it was always a joy to meet and talk to her. Most of all, though, she dedicated her life and her love to her children, her grandchildren and her great-grandchildren, some of whom visited her daily. In her later life she enjoyed quiet times spent pottering in her little cottage by the riverside surrounded by her family.

She is survived by two sisters, two sons, and one daughter. She also had five grandchildren and three great grand-children. She will be achingly missed by all her family, but the memory of a kind, devoted and loving parent will be a lasting memory and example in all their lives.


Victor Alexander Bailey, always known as 'Alec', was born on 29th April 1920 at Botany Bay, Trelleck, fourth child of Harry and Jesse Bailey, brother to Dorothy, Irene and Howard.

They moved to Brockweir, where Alec spent his childhood, attending the now closed local school.

At the outbreak of World War II, Alec volunteered for the RAF and served throughout the conflict in operational training units in Egypt, Africa and Italy, attaining the rank of Leading Aircraftman. He would love to tell of his time spent with the Masai tribe, when stationed in Kenya, also of his flights in American Bombers, such as Liberators and Baltimores, where, when testing the equipment, the pilots would hand the controls to him for a 'short time'. His great love, however, was the Spitfire, on which he worked throughout the war.

At the end of the war, Alec returned to Brockweir, where he met Gwyneth Marshall, a Yorkshire lass down on holiday. Gwyneth was actually his second cousin. They married and moved to a smallholding 'across the river' in Tintern, on Barbadoes Hill.

In 1948 daughter Janet was born and in 1956 son David. Alec worked in a couple of engineering jobs before going to 'Dendix' in Chepstow where he worked as an engineer until his retirement.

Alec always loved his 'Barbadoes Hill' and the animals he kept there. Anyone who asked was always welcome to walk their dogs or just stroll through the fields.

He was blessed with a loving family, including grandchildren Chris and Sara and great grandchildren, Victoria and Amy and many good friends and neighbours.

Over the last few years, Alec could be seen walking his dog through the woods or nipping down for the pensions.

He will be sadly missed by his family and everyone who knew this quiet and kind man.


Please note that the closing date for the Autumn 2002 issue is
SUNDAY 18th August 2002.

Articles and requests for advertisements should be sent to the Editor
David Ford, Monkstone, Chapel Lane, Tintern, tel : 01291-689233

Advertisements in this magazine are charged at :
5 per quarter page per four issues
10 per half page per four issues
20 per whole page per four issues
The current print run is 250 copies


Our two Spring meetings in the Village hall were of such interest to members that the speakers had trouble making their "get-away". Mr Vaughan Fleming spoke on "fungi" and even explained how to photograph a 20mm high plant in close-up without lying prostrate on the damp ground.

In April, Danny Nineham gave us an insight into his work mapping the sightings and territories inhabited by "Big Cats". This was of particular concern to several members who had had sightings of them.

As always happens as soon as outings are arranged, the weather refuses to co-operate and our May evening wandering through the woods of Home Farm, Huntley, was a little damp, so we can only hope for better in June when we visit Parva Farm Vineyard.

Also, don't forget that date of August 17th when all our members' hard work will be on display at the Village Hall at our Annual Show.

See you then.



The Tuesday Club still enjoy their natter and Bingo and are looking forward to going out to lunch to celebrate the Queen's Jubilee.


The Village Hall Committee is going to hold a Christmas Bazaar this year to raise funds towards refurbishment of the Village Hall, on the 23rd November 2002.

Please mark the date on your calendars. Watch this space for more info at a later date.

The Village Hall Soup and Pud lunches are going down well. Over 800 has been raised so far towards funds. The next date is 12th June for Summer Soups and Sweets. Do come if you haven't been yet, you have missed a treat. 12:30 - 2:00pm 3.


The WI has had some super speakers recently. Christine Evans aided by her husband, gave a most interesting talk and slide show on their recent trip to Egypt. The brilliance of the desert scenery had to be seen to be believed. The colours were superb. The members were amazed how much colour there was in desert and sky.

Henry Hodges, Mayor of Chepstow, showed slides and talked of old Chepstow. Giving a fascinating insight into the history of Chepstow, how much can be seen today if one only looks above the shop fronts.

Madge Cowell organised a visit to Penyclawdd - a beautiful house in the wilds. It had a motte and bailey, beautiful rooms, a kitchen without electricity - but modern plumbing.
Also a few ghosts, which weren't around when the WI and other halves and friends were there. Supper was served afterwards at the Cripple Creek.

Future plans are for supper and then a visit to Chepstow Castle for the Son-et-Lumiere.

We always welcome new members, so if anybody wants to come along to see what we are like, please do. The WI meets on the third Monday of the month at 2:00pm at the Village Hall.

Jean Davey 689212


The Wye Valley Railway Group feels that the scheme of opening the Wye Valley Railway from Tidenham to Tintern should be explored in greater detail.

Now that the Valley Cycleway Project has been shelved, it has opened the way for the Railway project to become a serious consideration.

The track bed runs from Day House Quarry at Tidenham, through the Tidenham tunnel to Tintern Quarry and on to Tintern, if the scheme is to become reality.

The track bed and track is in place, and it could become a top class tourist attraction and a wonderful asset to the valley. The Railway could easily be run by two steam engines and two carriages, with a diesel as standby. The Old Line famed for its' beauty and tranquility', could once again run into Tintern station.

Though it has not been used for many years, the Tunnel has been examined by an engineer who reported that it is in good condition.

A new river crossing would be needed to enable Tintern station to be used. The scheme would benefit Tintern and Chepstow financially as well as environmentally. It would reduce the number of cars journeying along the busy Wye valley and bring people into the heart of the valley.

It is planned to submit a proposal document to the local Council and other interested parties by the end of May.

Anyone interested, please ring 01291 689667.


The Powerhouse Reach Out project based at Boverton House in Chepstow is aimed at helping adults, with special needs who live in South Monmouthshire. Our aim is to encourage people to take part in life-long learning activities, particularly, information and communication technology.

In addition two community care support workers will provide support to disabled adults to help them develop independent life skills. Also provided is specialised counselling and vocational guidance.

It is the aim of the project to provide a safe, happy, enjoyable learning environment for adults or small groups with special needs to develop their existing skills and learn new ones. They will be supported and guided to: further their education; develop independent life skills, search for voluntary employment or employment opportunities. To facilitate the learning process as we do at Tintern, laptops will be used to reach out into the community to deliver the training .

Additionally extra support and facilities will be available at Boverton House and Lifelong Learning Establishments.


Spring came early this year. St. Mary's churchyard, so carefully tended by three volunteers, is now clothed in a mantle of blue. Up there, one morning lately, a mallard, disturbed, flew off protesting, but leaving behind an eggshell which showed evidence of recent occupation. Had a duck family hatched out nearby and made the perilous journey from the confines of St. Mary's all the way to the River?

Continuing on the same theme, for a number of years the tits have nested in a wooden letter box in my porch. This spring I did not remove the nesting material left from the two previous years. The birds appeared to be very busy, constantly coming and going, also making pecking noises, as if with tiny hammers, on the sides of the box. After all this activity, as there was no evidence of the existence of family life for a considerable period, I ventured to lift the lid and found that all the work carried out was not for construction purposes, but for easy access to collected material available for a new residence.



One day a farmer's donkey fell down a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally he decided the animal was old and the well needed to be covered up anyway, it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

So he invited all his neighbours to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first the donkey realised what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement, he quietened down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well and was astonished at what he saw.

With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off!

Moral: Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up!


You say that you will never forget where you were
When you heard the news on 11th September.
Neither will I.

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke-filled room
With a man who called his wife to say "goodbye".
I held his fingers steady as he dialled,
I gave him the peace to say
"Honey, I'm not going to make it, but it's OK"

I was with his wife when he telephoned,
She was making breakfast for their children.
I held her up as she tried to understand his words,
And as she realised that he wasn't coming home that night.

I was in the stairwell on the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help.
"I have been knocking on the door of your heart for fifty years", I said
"Of course I will show you the way home"


I was at the foot of the building with the priest ministering to the injured,
I took him home to tend to his flock in Heaven,
He heard My voice and answered.

I was on all four of those planes in every seat, with every prayer,
I was with the crew as they were overtaken,
I was in the very hearts of the believers there,
Comforting and assuring.

I was in Texas, in Kansas, in London, in Birmingham,
I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news,
Did you feel My presence?

I want you to know that I saw every face,
I knew every name - though they did not all know ME,
Some met Me for the first time on the 100th floor,
Some sought Me out in their last breath,
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames,
And some chose, for the final time to ignore Me.

But I was there.
I did not place you in the towers that day
YOU may not know why, But I do,
However, if you WERE there in that moment in time,
Would you have reached out for Me?

11th September 2001 was not the end of the journey for you,
But some day your journey will end,
And I will be there with you as well,
I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.


My two neighbours were having coffee. "You know" said one, "I was telling my husband that even after 20 years of marriage your husband is still a gentleman. I always see him get out of the car, walk round to your side and open the door for you."
"Well," said her friend, "what you don't know is that every time he does it, he says he is going to have that blasted door handle fixed tomorrow if it's the last thing he does."

Mechanic to customer: "I'm afraid you've got more of a problem that I anticipated. Your battery needs a new car."

The new parish priest was being briefed by the housekeeper on problems in the rectory requiring immediate attention.
"Your roof needs repair, Father," she said. "Your water pressure is bad and your central heating is not working."
"Now Mrs. Kelly," the priest said "you've been the housekeeper here for five years, and I've only been here a few days. Why not say our roof and our central heating?"
Several weeks later, when the priest was meeting with the bishop and several other priests, Mrs. Kelly burst into the office terribly upset. "Father, Father," she blurted, "there's a mouse in our room and it's under our bed!"

Customer: "How do I stand for a 5,000 loan?"
Bank Manager: "You don't stand - you grovel!"

Doctor:- "I'm afraid that you are suffering from Alice."
Patient: "What's that?"
Doctor: "We don't really know, but Christopher Robin went down with it."