Sunday school was held in the church on Sunday afternoons. Several children walked together, and we were eager to get there early to “play” the organ but few wanted to go into the little cubby hole to blow the organ by pressing up and down on the long wooden shaft. Someone was left to keep watch for the teachers and the rector so that we could rush to our seats and look as innocent as angels. We rang the church bell, swinging on the rope in turns, never thinking we were in any danger. We chose our hymns, enjoyed our lessons but most of all on summer days we loved to be taken around the rectory garden when we were told to choose a rose which would be cut for us.