Really delighted to be participating in Dan Antion’s Thursday Doors this week.
My door contribution is quite a sentimental one. Probably because I am missing my kids. A door which played quite a large part in my life.
The Blue Door.
This isn’t any old decaying door. This door at one time was the threshold to laughter and a focal point of village life. The door to the now sadly derelict United Reformed Church side room.
It was through this door that I embarked on being a Sunday School teacher back in the late 1980s. At one time attended by so many local children, where we would tell stories, sing songs and build cardboard Noah’s Arcs, jigsaws, you name it, to take pride of place in the church to the delight of the parishioners.
The children would arrive at the Blue Door intrigued and cheery, waiting to discover what we had planned. On one occasion with my counterpart sat motionless adorned in a bright yellow sowester! Adding to the mystery. And our lovely pianist ready to hammer away at a piano in desperate need of tuning. But she made it work. With the children singing ‘Building Up The Temple‘ as loud as their little voices could.
This door also holds another very special memory. It was the door to the village pre-school. A special loving place of kindness and ease, snacks and mid-morning sleeps. With a garden and crammed with creativity. Is it any wonder that one of my littlies loved it there. Having been used to an equally homely pre-school in HK. In preference to the more ordered and busy facility nearer the school. With the question often being ‘is it blue door or white door today’? With blue door always being the preference.
So there you have my door contribution. Thanks again to Dan for such an inspiring blogging initiative.
Have a blessed day⚘