Shocking repair to church wall
IF you found a hole in your green skirt would you put a yellow patch on it?
Of course not, yet that is what has been done at our most celebrated historic site, St Peter’s Church at Monkwearmouth.
The old retaining wall at the east end of the churchyard needed stabilising and this has been done with fresh stone brought in from outside.
The original wall contained a fascinating collection of stones from ships’ ballast so the repair stands out like a sore thumb.
It is good to see the exciting developments taking place at the church, including marking out the lines of the monastic buildings, but how disappointing that the uniqueness of our heritage is being destroyed.
Similarly when the historic wall in Green Terrace was repaired lots of the interesting original stones have been hidden behind new mortar.
Please speak out.
If good men do nothing, evil is able to flourish.
Go to Sunderland Museum this Saturday, at 2pm to hear a talk about Sunderland’s fascinating Geological Heritage.
Football lines up for season awards
NOW that the football season is coming to a close there are several issues to be decided, namely who wins the stupid haircut prize, the most spectacular dive cup, the most rolls in agony championship, and let us never forget the yukkiest spitting award. Finally, the blue riband event, having an opponent sent off.
The Premiership should claim most of these as it has superior training facilities and can afford the best coaches, but no doubt will face strong challenges from the lower divisions.
Thank you for all your kindness
LAKESIDE Neighbourhood Watch and Sunderland prostate oncology group would like to thank East End community, Marge Turner and all the members for all their kindness.
It is most welcome.
Politicians are all bottom of the class
WATCHING all those politicians trying to get elected on TV, reminded me of a conversation I had with my brother-in-law some 30 years ago about our respective schools.
He was from down south and gained a scholarship to a prestigious school down there.
I started with how I left school at 15 and was encouraged to apply to the shipyards, pits, or try for an apprenticeship on the buildings, and even all those years ago was lucky enough to get one.
No one mentioned university, and as far as my memory serves me no one from my class went to
university. My brother-in law-found this hard to believe. He then went on to tell me that in his school the bright ones went on to be doctors, lawyers and in his case journalism.
No one left without a job he said. When I said what about the thick ones at the bottom of
the class, laughingly he said all the ones at the bottom of the
class went either into the city or into politics.
I never gave it a great deal of thought until now.