Taken to the Tab

Joyce’s Story

I was born almost a stone throw from the Tab, the youngest of 4 girls.  My mother owned and worked in a corner shop.  My father, because of injuries sustained in France in the first world was, was not in the best of health.

At the age of 4 I was taken to the Tab afternoon Sunday School.  Miss Dobie was in charge.  Mr Galbraith was the Pastor; he had a lovely Scottish accent.  Later, as a junior, I was taken by my eldest sister (she was 10 years older than me) to the children’s evening service, held in the basement.  I was proud of my sister Hilda; she was the pianist.  It was while I was young, I asked Jesus to become my Saviour.  It was in the children’s evening service I heard of children in other lands who didn’t know that Jesus loved them too.

The second world war was just over, and I was in my teens when the “Christian Band” started again; this was a training ground for young people and for fellowship.  We all took part - quizzes, giving reports, etc.  I was given a paper to write.  My sister Maud had previously given one on Mary Slessor, who was a missionary in Africa.  I cheated by reading what she had written!  I felt guilty, Maud forgave me.