“I remember my first time at All Saints’ very well. It was Armistice Day 1947. We attended the cenotaph service and then all the veterans and everyone walked up to All Saints for a worship service. My mother-in-law was a very religious woman. When they [Clarence (W.C.) Town and Georgina with 5 children] moved to Whitby from Brockville, the church would have been the first place she visited. And of course, she expected that anyone joining the family would be Anglican. And conservative. I was neither of those things when I met George!
On Sundays George and I would often walk over to his family home on Perry Street. His brothers and sisters and their spouses would be there for Sunday dinner. In church we’d often sit together, but for many years George and his brothers and sisters were in the choir. He had been since he was a young fellow. In later years, Lynda and George [Irene’s children] would go to church in the old parish hall or in the downstairs under the nave. Being in church together was a lovely time. It still is.” ~Irene Town