There was no church or chapel in the village. Park Independent Chapel was about a mile away, but some trouble occurred there, and one section separated from the other. The minister, Rev.Bery, [sic] Nightingale, left them and opened a room in Bank-Lane. My father attended his services, and Mr. Nightingale often came to our house with Old John Jackson. I liked to hear them telling their stories and singing their old tunes, but I went with my companions to Edenfield Church and Sunday School, which I enjoyed very much.