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Dr Mary Berry, CBE

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Workshop in Askrigg, Upper Wensleydale

The third Gregorian Chant Workshop will take place on April 25th, 2015, from 10.00am to 4.00pm culminating with the service of Vespers. The workshop will take place, as usual, in the 15th century church of St Oswald's & be directed by Philip Duffy.

The two previous workshops have been a great success and, once again, I have been requested to run another to take place in 2015.

At the moment the fee is £10 to cover tuition, music & the donation to the church which means I am looking for about 40 participants as we have had in previous years.

We are fortunate that a number of associates have once again said they will come which makes it much easier for any newcomers.

If anyone is interested they should contact the Schola via The Administrator.

Mary Berry by John Rowlands-Pritchard

John Rowlands-Pritchard has just posted a personal memory of Mary on his Opus Anglicanum blog. Anybody here who has not already seen it might like to follow that link to read the full article!

Also many people will be interested in his reason for posting now: his new edition of Mary's little book "Plainchant for Everyone" is in the final stages of preparation for the RSCM. Please see the same post for more details.

From the New Director

There are rare moments in life when we are privileged to see the world not merely as it is, but as it could be.

One such was a rainy Sunday morning a few months ago, when I was able to attend Mass in a parish I hadn’t visited before. By the time Mass began the church was packed full, with close to three hundred people present, including many families with children (fifty of the younger ones went out to the Sunday School during the Liturgy of the Word). A team of about eight boys processed with the priest to the altar, carrying candles and incense.

During the Introit, as at the Offertory and Communion, the small choir chanted the Proper texts of the day in English using Adam Bartlett’s Simple English Propers with light organ accompaniment. The music for the antiphon was provided to the congregation so that they could join in, but there was also time at each of these points to sing good, time-honoured hymns. As Mass continued, the priest sang his words to the tunes in the Roman Missal, and the congregation responded confidently. The Ordinary of the Mass was sung in Latin chant: Mass XI (Orbis factor) rather than the more widely-known Missa de Angelis. The strength of the congregational singing suggested deep familiarity with the Gregorian melodies, and this was demonstrated in stunning fashion at the Alleluia, where the whole congregation joined the choir in singing one of the authentic Gregorian Alleluia tones, complete with its melismatic jubilus.

Considered from an artistic point of view, the Mass demonstrated a pleasing aesthetic unity: a happy marriage of English and Latin chants and with some familiar hymns interspersed. In other words, the music served the liturgy, and was for the most part an integral part of it, so that the aesthetic experience was also a liturgical experience. The essential key to achieving this was the priest singing of his parts: the sung dialogue between priest and congregation impressing silently upon us that music was the medium by which the words of the liturgy became the praise of Almighty God.

Where, you might wonder, was this remarkable parish, this model of good liturgical praxis? This was a typical Sunday at St Mary and St Ethelburga, Barking.

At first sight Barking might seem like an unlikely venue for the scene I have described. The church is a modest brick building constructed in the 1970’s, with pews on three sides of the altar and a leaky roof. The congregation I saw was as diverse as any in the country; people who might be described as ‘White, British’ were certainly a minority, and the parish could hardly be described as wealthy. The choir consisted of a handful of faithful volunteers, led by an organist who helps out playing sacred music on Sunday mornings even though his real métier is jazz piano on Saturday nights. Perhaps the only indisputably excellent feature of the church is its small pipe organ, a chamber instrument with a lovely tone which was donated to the church some years ago.

If you are familiar with English parish life you will already realise—it could hardly be otherwise—that the liturgical achievements of the parish are largely due to the tireless work over many years of the parish priest, Fr William Young. Possessed of few resources and largely self-taught, he has nevertheless achieved a genuine realisation of the spirit of the liturgy in his parish; a celebration that is at once genuinely inclusive, culturally rooted and faithful to the practice of the Church.

If this can be achieved in Barking, it is hard to see why it cannot be achieved everywhere. Many of this country’s parishes have considerably greater material resources and the potential to achieve very much more. Yet in practice too many liturgical celebrations are marred by uninteresting music of secular inspiration with little relation to the liturgy. Good music can lift up souls to God, but a bad aesthetic experience tends to reinforce an atmosphere in which prayer and reverence seem out of place.

Barking has been able to achieve something better—something with aesthetic integrity—because its liturgical music makes clear reference to the authentic structure of the rite. This structure is most clearly defined by the repertoire of Gregorian chant. Resources do not at present permit fine renditions of the Gregorian propers and so simpler solutions have had to be found; yet since these make reference to the Gregorian tradition they participate to some extent in its spirit and are therefore satisfactory substitutes.

It is therefore clear that the Gregorian tradition is ultimately the key to the aesthetic, cultural and religious success of the liturgy in this parish, and if other parishes do not match this standard the most obvious reason is lack of knowledge of that tradition. Here of course the importance of the ongoing work of the Schola Gregoriana of Cambridge becomes clear. The gap between the ordinary realities of parish life and the kind of ideal celebration of the liturgy, in Latin and with chant, that is so familiar to us from Schola weekends, might seem immense to the casual observer. Yet in fact there is no contradiction: the one serves as a model to guide the other; the demands made of the participants differ only in degree, not in kind. In promoting the Gregorian tradition in all its richness, we are helping to make possible its ordinary, even unremarkable presence in parish life, where its liturgical function is every bit as important as in the great monasteries where popular imagination typically locates it.

When Mary Berry founded the Schola in 1975 her primary motivation was the preservation of a great cultural treasure that seemed about to be entirely lost. Since then, and in no small part due to her efforts, much has been preserved, and in many places there are signs of revival. Yet the work of Schola is far from over. Today there is increasing receptivity to the chant, but more than one generation has grown up with little experience of it in its proper liturgical context; a far cry from those who remember being drilled in chant by nuns in their pre-conciliar schooldays. Our great challenge is to pass on this great tradition from generation to generation. This cannot be done quickly; results will be achieved person by person, parish by parish. But there is every reason to believe that if we persevere our efforts will be richly rewarded.

The Schola’s vision for the promotion of the chant has always been a holistic one. Education and training remains one of the Schola’s key priorities, and is an area which I am keen to develop; our recent weekend at Downside saw some developments in this regard with more study sessions, and we have also held two day in London this year which combined a liturgy with an extended rehearsal.

Recordings and concert performances are also important as a way to bring the chant to new audiences. At the start of September our team of professional cantors will give a concert at Quarr Abbey, and in November we will field a choir to sing Dupré’s Vespers, which the Schola recorded many years ago. The worsening economics of recording may prevent us from undertaking a major project for some time, but in this area too we must look for new opportunities. The Schola also takes a close interest in promoting and disseminating scholarship and in providing resources for singers and choir directors, and I hope that the coming years will see some significant developments in this regard.

I am becoming ever more aware as I begin my time as Director that there is very much more to be done than I can possibly do myself, and that the talents, resources, contacts and experiences of all the associates are essential to our mission. If there is any way in which you can help, please do not wait to be asked! Our most pressing task is to recruit a new generation of associates: this is essential to our mission, if we are to pass on the tradition with which we have been entrusted, and something with which everyone can help. In order to achieve this we will need to overhaul our website and our internet presence, for which skills in media and graphic design are especially needed. We also need to increase our fundraising efforts, not merely to ensure our long-term financial viability but also so as to be able to offer a greater number of bursaries to students and clergy, and to undertake major projects such as publications and recordings.

Jeremy speaks movingly in his letter of the responsibility which Mary entrusted him, to carry on the work which she had begun. He has indeed made an outstanding contribution in recent years, with a tremendous commitment of his time and talents. But in truth the responsibility to carry on the Schola’s work is one which belongs to all of us who at various times over the years were privileged to study, sing and pray with Mary. She has surely gone to her reward; we must still try to merit ours. Please pray for me as I take up my turn at this task.

Christopher Hodkinson

SIGNING OFF – a message from your recently retired ex-Director

It is hard to believe, looking back, that my association with Schola goes back nearly 33 years – I don’t even feel that old inside (though progressively more so on the outside!), let alone find it credible that my memories can extend that far – to 1981, when I first received an invitation from Mary to join a project she had in hand to give an afternoon concert in Ghent of chant and associated pieces for the feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross, 14th September, the day of the concert itself.

For the rehearsal period (‘Have you all got your Schola pencils?’) of some three days we were lodged in collegiate luxury at Newnham, dining with such fellows as were about and taking tea in Mary’s rooms; it was all utterly and delightfully traditional. On the day of travel we set off in a minibus at some ungodly hour to catch the red-eye ferry from Lowestoft to Zeebrugge, a party of two or three cantors, a number of under- and recent graduates forming the choir, the late, dear Dom Alan Rees OSB from Belmont (who described himself as Mary’s ‘tame Benedictine’), and Ann Bond, who was to play some chant-based pieces on a chamber organ. We arrived in rather good time (a feature, I was soon to realise, of all Mary’s travel arrangements) and so had the opportunity to fortify ourselves with a mug of tea in the rough and ready caff among all the hairy-armed long-distance lorry drivers while we waited for our boat to be called. At what must have been about 5am boarding was duly announced; and Mary, nothing abashed, leapt to her feet and intoned ‘Procedamus in pace’, to which the keener and less bashful lustily responded ‘In nomine Christi. Amen’. The lorry-drivers looked completely incredulous, and I seem to remember even Fr Alan staring at the floor with an air of ‘I’m not with these people’ about him; but we were away from the starting blocks of my first, unique, slightly mad and utterly uplifting Schola trip.

The concert itself was a revelation. We were to perform robed, with lots of Catholic processions and bits of ceremonial, in one of those big brick-built mediaeval churches you get in the Low Countries that first of all get turned sideways in the early 17th century so that the central focus is on the pulpit erected on a side wall (the sermon being the main event in the particularly dour species of post-Reformation religion in that part of the world), and then become museums to all intents and purposes. Mary managed to make it a veritable basilica. But the most astonishing thing was the size and composition of the audience; standing room only in this large church, mothers with toddlers in pushchairs, young and old, all virtually swinging from the rafters. And this for a concert of chant? You simply would not have got this response in England at that time, or, I sadly have to admit, at any time since.

With the wild applause still ringing in our ears we made our way back to the ferry (I think it was that very evening) to take the night boat back to Lowestoft, crammed into basic sleeping berths 4 to a small room (a bit like I imagine being in an overcrowded prison cell feels). Unwinding with a beer in the bar before bed, the conversation became rather heated, and one of the choir, evidently a student of the chant, shrilled in a high-pitched Welsh accent ‘But you don’t seem to realise that the quilisma had disappeared from the manuscripts by the 12th century’ at just the moment that the whole room (more lorry-drivers) fell silent. More incredulity from the assembled company, but the speaker won my eternal admiration for adding, in the awkward silence that ensued, ‘There, that shocked you, didn’t it?’

Well, I could retail any number of such tales from the ensuing decades, when several times a year the call would come to take part in Mary’s projects, and always the same delightful mix of the weird and wonderful, exquisite music and frantic travel arrangements, astonishing venues and completely liberated companionship, often a sense of triumph against the odds; and always in an atmosphere of innocent joy unlike anything else I encountered in my professional life where status-anxiety, competitiveness and haughty grandeur tended to make for a rather uncomfortable experience. Of course Mary was strict ; ‘It’s a Schola rule – no alcohol to be taken on the day of a performance’ was honoured as much in the breach as in the observance, and ‘If you do that in the concert, I will throttle you’ said in such a way that you really believed she might! But she also invested a lot of trust in her singers, letting them off the leash when it was productive, and, in a very understated way, a lot of love in both them and the whole undertaking; and you felt it. I suppose she was one of the last of those firm and formal but loving teachers there seem to be so few of nowadays.

Over the years Mary took me more and more into her confidence, and I was glad to be able to help her from time to time, organising a recording session for a demo disc at 24 hours notice on one occasion, or recruiting a large local choir for a one-off event here in St Albans on another and suchlike. She in return very graciously consented to become a patron of Spode Music Week, an annual residential course of which I am chairman, and several times came to give us a talk or rehearse a Vespers, all for love alone. That course was held at that time at Hengrave Hall, and it was at our Associates’ weekend there in early 2004 that, having co-opted me as Assistant Director in I think 1999, she took me aside and solemnly laid her hand on my shoulder and said ‘You must keep all this going when I’m gone’. Of course we knew her health had been declining, and I suppose we sensed dimly what she perhaps knew more clearly, that she wouldn’t go on for ever. She went on to explain what her hopes had always been for the Schola, not just its public face but its inner ethos and atmosphere too, and I promised that I would do what I could, which in all humility was all that I could promise. Being only an amateur of the chant, only fairly-well informed about it, I couldn’t hope to bring her personal authority to the work; but as a singer and musician I might be able to contribute something relevant, and certainly as the chairman of my Music Week I understood what she wanted to carry forward as the social ethos of the Schola.

A little over four years later I found myself held to my promise, and over the ensuing five I have done my best to keep it. I started by completing the last project Mary had in hand, the Templars, and then settled down to the routine of our twice yearly Associates’ weekends, with two other major projects to follow, Fontevraud/Las Huelgas and Charlemagne/Antichrist (the latter sounds rather alarming when you put it like that!). I also tried to get a continuous buzz of day workshops going, and if that hasn’t quite come true for us, it is not least because many others are also undertaking the same work, and tha main thing is that the chant gets sung. I have indeed invested a lot of time and energy that I don’t really have in these projects, but I have little doubt that it is some sort of intervention from upstairs that has made a little go, I hope you will agree, a long way. And above all, I’ve received the unstinting support and affirmation from all of you without which I could never have kept going. In particular the Trustees, and among them especially Bernard, Grey, John and Patrick, my academic face-saver Dr David Hiley, my indulgent and untiring mentor and Associate Philip and all the Assistants, and all our dear and indispensible friends from CJ at St Benedict’s have put in at least as much as I have (how on earth did Mary, with only Sr Alicia at her side, manage to get so much done?) and for that I thank them with all my heart. My retirement was marked, as those of you who were there will remember, with a most heartwarming and humbling celebration dinner at Whitby. I was a little too overcome to thank you properly for that honour, but I do so now, and assure you that every time my Le Creuset tatin dish comes out (often please, Julia!), I will remember not only my years as Director of the Schola and what an honour it was to have been able to be of service, but all the delightful individuals who carried me along.

But this is not a farewell, just a change of hats from Director to Trustee and I’ll be seeing as many of you in the coming years as often as I can, just like old times. It only remains to join in the unanimous
chant of Ad multos annos/Feliciter to our new Director, Christopher.

Jeremy White