Shepperdine – The Tin Tabernacle

St Mary’s Church, a small missionary church adjacent to Manor Farm in Nupdown Road, is a rare example of a tin tabernacle.

Tin tabernacles were designed as temporary structures to be replaced by more permanent churches but St Mary’s has remained as part of its community and still hosts church services once a month.

Dating from 1914, it is an early example of this kind of prefabricated church and is particularly unusual for having retained so much of its original detailing with the only noticeable updates being the windows

Two and a half miles distance from St Arilda’s Church in Oldbury, but a million miles away from the minister’s ‘private’ parking space on the public road and the no dogs in churchyard (on or off the lead) signs. I am sure I was force fed something like “we are all equal in the eyes of….” somewhere in a past life.

It’s a nostalgic gem lovable by its simplicity, honesty accessibility. Open to all, there is a sense of trust, timelessness and peace when you walk into this building.

So pleased to see that the budding Barry Bucknell’s of this world did not get chance to lay their creative hands on this place.

It’s not been messed about with, it retains an archive of its own past. With it goes the essence of the people who have known this place and love it.

The stained and varnished match boarding, Bakelite switches and cotton wound cables with round pic plug tops, are almost convenient pegs to hang the past on.

Sound artist David Howell has been using ambient sounds he records on site in the landscape and excerpts from the oral histories and creating beautiful evocative sound postcards from A Forgotten Landscape

Listen to some of David Work here, including sounds from the Tin Tabernacle.

About Morturn

Historian – Photographer – Filmmaker Retired construction professional with a passion for public, social and industrial history. I believe in equality, dignity and integrity for all. Don’t like people who try to belittle the ambitions of others. I am of the opinion that my now life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live.
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