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.
Happy Days.
So there you have my door contribution. Thanks again to Dan for such an inspiring blogging initiative.
Have a blessed day⚘
Hope found in M.E. 
The door looks so classic and vintage! And on those Sundays, I could imagine it would have been the gateway to unbridled joy! Thanks for the post, Penny!
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Thank you so much, Narayanan. It really was such a happy time. Thanks so much for stopping by.
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The pleasure is mine!
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I love that door. It has served such a wonderful purpose over many years. Thank you for your service to those children. I can tell you, I still remember many of the lessons and especially the Sunday School teachers I had 60 years ago.
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Thank you. That’s so kind of you. It was a lovely time of community & laughter. Very special. Years following I saw one of my once students on his motorbike zooming around a local field, favoured by walkers, minus a crash hat. I asked him why, his face expecting a ticking off. Next time I saw him on his bike, he was wearing one. I felt very touched by that.
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It’s a lovely door, Penny. Thanks for sharing your memories. Hugs.
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Thank you so much, Teagan. Appreciate you stopping by.
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Your memories are wonderful and this blue door is nie to have in photos
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Thank you so much. Really kind of you. And thank you for stopping by to comment.
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☀️😊
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*nuce
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Nice
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Thank you! 🙂
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Love the blue door and enjoyed your memories. Both my brother and I attended Sunday school for many years.
janet
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Thanks so much, Janet. It really is something special. I’m just glad I managed to capture a photo of it a few years ago. And lovely, I hope your Sunday school days were a cheery time. Thanks so much for stopping ny to comment. Penny 💐
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