Thirty years ago….
Some reflections on the history of the Institute
- taken with permisison, from a letter written by Dorothy
Metcalfe in June 2004.
Dorothy is a former member of the
Parochial Church Council and the SMI Management Committee.
We must have come to the Institute
in about 1976. At that time the congregation of St Margaret's
Church was very small indeed. The Church was expected to be
closed and there was a Priest-in-charge. Aged around 40, my
husband and I were considered 'babes-in-arms' and therefore
perfect for the Institute.
The building itself was very different from what it is today.
There was one room across the front, a tiny kitchen behind with a
single toilet by the door, a small room on the left, and then a quite
large, well-equipped stage taking up the rest of the original ground
floor space. I
think the Hall had been added in about 1920 with, as the story went,
money donated by a member of the congregation, who was in love with the
curate.
The first floor was very much as it is today. The flat on the top
floor was very basic indeed, with no bathroom. The whole building
was in a horrific state of repair. There was no money and the
lease, with its attendant dilapidations bill, was up in six or seven
years' time. We used to think that anything we did couldn't make
the situation worse! Amazingly, the ground floor was well
used. The playgroups were in the front room and the hall was used
most weekday evenings by a variety of clubs. The Balkan Dancers
were already dancing across the centuries, of course. My favourite was Civil
Defence, who practiced measures to protect us from nuclear attack, by
abseiling down from the balcony, and trundling stretchers around.
There was also a delightful church-sponsored knitting and sewing group,
that met one afternoon a week and had delicious teas….
The Church held
special meetings there, but as we were so few in number the choir
vestry was usually adequate. Yes, the Church had a real problem
keeping the Institute running. The Churchwardens were very
attached to it. Fred Coates, who had been a warden for very many
years, had a very long memory of the Institute's use (as it had
originally been intended) as a working man's club. There had been
a library, billiard table and of course the famous baths. Fred's
father had been Chairman and he was very proud of this
association. Anne Locke was often there, and I suspect that she
carried out many of the repairs. She was a very practical
person. She once caught me in an unguarded moment, and we spent
an afternoon sawing up a spare bier to salvage timber. Both she
and Fred were the salt of the earth.
There was a resident
caretaker, who lived in the top floor flat rent free, and who had half
the income from the room bookings. The other half was used for
minor repairs and to pay for [utility] services. This didn't seem
to us to be a particularly advantageous arrangement for the
Institute. In addition the first floor was rented by a tutorial
college [not D'Overbroeks] who seldom used the rooms, and kept them
unheated and locked. Getting them out was exceedingly difficult
and unpleasant. We were greatly helped in this and other matters
by Jennifer Morgan of the Diocesan Solicitor's office, who never
charged for anything she did for us. Soon after this the
caretaker decided to leave. I remember a discussion with him
about stage scenery being left in the Hall for a friend, which
precluded the Hall from being let!
We were then able to start making changes. D'Overbroeks came on
the scene, and from the very beginning they were so easy to deal
with. It was obviously to our mutual advantage that they should
have the first floor, and we should have a more realistic rent.
We were then able to build up a small fund for dilapidations and carry
out a few much-needed repairs. We engaged a resident caretaker,
put in a basic heating system, did something to the roof and so on.
We moved the playgroup to the
main Hall, put in children's toilets and tried to make a small play
area outside. It was at this time too that we put up a dividing
wall in the front room…. We went into calmer waters when John
Gawne-Cain [the Vicar of St Giles, who became also responsible for St
Margaret's] arrived. But there were disagreements about the
letting of rooms, and in the end I gave up my involvement.
It was certainly a steep learning curve, meeting and working with some
lovely people, and some quite difficult situations….