World War One munitions factory deaths remembered

 Really impressed to see a booklet by local historian Chris Berry in Phillack Church, Hayle – with lots of information regarding the deaths of two young women in 1916, during World War One. May Stoneman and Cissie Rogers died in a huge explosion at the National Explosives Factory on Hayle sand dunes. The factory at […]

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Bridging Arts annual accounts

We operate on a shoestring and are far too small to post our accounts up on the charity commissioners website. But we do produce annual accounts and a report which should be of interest to supporters.  Click on the following link to read our latest annual accounts and report 2016-17. Very many thanks to all our supporters […]

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Easyfundraising – it really IS easy

Just an example: I recently bought a photo frame online from Selfridges.  It cost £29 – and…. thanks to the miracle of Easyfundraising, Selfridges  donated £1.05 to Bridging Arts. Easyfundraising really IS an easy way to raise money for a good cause. It is so easy to sign up. You can download an Easyfundraising link to your laptop […]

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Spotlight on Manik Miah’s embroidery – Bridging Arts Christmas cards

Manik Miah created the spectacular embroidered bird on our 2017 Christmas card.  He was a keen member of the embroidery workshops we’ve held over the past few months at the Masbro Centre, in Hammersmith, with the Elders’ Group there.  The Elders’ Group is a wonderful weekly gathering of older people who enjoy a range of […]

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The Light in the Passage: a poem by Carol Stephens

As part of Heart of Conflict, our work on World War One in Cornwall, we ran a poetry workshop at the Royal Cornwall Museum. This is a poem inspired by Emily Lidgey of Redruth, Cornwall,  and her son Percy Lidgey, who featured in our exhibition at the Museum. Percy fought in WW1 and it was ‘accepted’ by […]

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Lament: a poem by Carol Stephens

Lament.   Rugby and beer. We had such plans, me and the lads. But all was taken by war. Life snuffed out before it was a quarter spent.   Best that Mother never lost the light of hope. Wish we could have returned, me and the lads. To endless days of rugby and roast lamb. […]

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