kerrensimmonds wrote:I remember being a Reader - and again my fuzzy memory thinks it was for longer than two years. DR teaching me to project my voice (without shouting) has stood me in great stead over the years, including when I used to visit her and everyone else complained that she was stone deaf and would not wear her hearing aid. She always heard what I had to say!
I was a School Reader!

One of the few positions of responsibility I ever held. I based my interpretation of the Graces on the laconic and elegant style of the first Grace Reading I ever heard - that of Head Girl Kathleen Dale (who clasped her hands under her GA as she read). Oh, she was stylish.
I think there were about eight approved Readers. I never had coaching from DR though. We had a reading-in-Chapel trial. DR sat at the back. We each read, and she gave a brusque nod at the end of each girl's effort. Oh, the thrill of seeing my name on the list of Readers in the Cloisters at the beginning of the next term!
(Caroline)"did a bit of googling and came up with a CD that includes The Hertford Grace, an organ work composed by (I read) Jean Taverner, but when I googled it again later found that it was composed by John Taverner"
No, it was Miss T, I'm sure - we sang it at the DR Memorial Service! It must have been composed after I left CH. Sorry to say... imho... it was a very dull unoriginal effort. A John Taverner Grace would have been
superb!
Did the Graces teach me kindness and sharing with others? No! It was my generous father; who always supplied me with masses of tuck and fruit and reminded me that I must share them when anybody else didn't have enough - or just for the pleasure of sharing. It was he that sent me Lindt Chocolate Bunnies to slip under the pillows of Sixes Juniors. What a lovely man he was.
"Baldrick, you wouldn't recognise a cunning plan if it painted itself purple, and danced naked on top of a harpsichord singing "Cunning plans are here again.""