Tom
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In my youth, I rang the bell in the belfry at our local church before Sunday morning and evening services; That was an exercise in staying on the beat!
Separately, I manually 'pumped' the bellows that fed the large pipe organ. I was squeezed alongside the pipes and, when the service arrived at a prayer or sermon, I had to stop pumping (too much noise) and the bellows deflated. A few seconds before the next hymn, the organist would rap his knuckles on the side of the organ, and I'd pump hard and fast so he had sufficient air to hit the first note.
Regrettably, All Saints Church was later demolished because the parish couldn't afford two churches.
The organist, a wonderful guy, was 66 years old. 66 happened to be a bingo number with the call "clickety click". In our youth, we used to refer to the organist as "clickety click". Not sure what they'd call me nowadays.
Separately, I manually 'pumped' the bellows that fed the large pipe organ. I was squeezed alongside the pipes and, when the service arrived at a prayer or sermon, I had to stop pumping (too much noise) and the bellows deflated. A few seconds before the next hymn, the organist would rap his knuckles on the side of the organ, and I'd pump hard and fast so he had sufficient air to hit the first note.
Regrettably, All Saints Church was later demolished because the parish couldn't afford two churches.
The organist, a wonderful guy, was 66 years old. 66 happened to be a bingo number with the call "clickety click". In our youth, we used to refer to the organist as "clickety click". Not sure what they'd call me nowadays.