Doris remembers her church,
in the 1920s:
"In those days,
the vicars lived in the Waldrons,
and that used to be closed.
They used to really think they breathed
a different air from the rest of society
and we of course lived down the hill.
I mean we were just the peasants.
There was a terrific class distinction."
"Then when I was about 16
we had a lovely, lovely vicar,
the Reverend Evans, a Welshman,
and instead of being really aloof
like these other vicars
he used to talk to us
as if we were ordinary people
and come and see us
and things like that.
He was a great man".