Michael T Allen vicar 13/12/1965 - 31/12/1991
Michael Allen was Harston’s longest serving twentieth century vicars and would have served longer had it not been for a series of strokes which forced him to retire in 1991.
The Rev Michael T Allen was inducted as vicar of Harston last week 20 December 1965 (WI Scrapbook).
Harston residents Chris & Catey Bates memories of Michael:
‘Michael Allen was married to Marion and they had 2 school-age children, Frances and John. We became friendly with them because they were our near neighbours, and also from church-related activities. Michael was rather shy with strangers and was a proficient mathematician; he preferred the high-church ritual and offered the healing power of ‘laying on hands’, thus helping many sick people of the parish, during his pastoral work. He fostered joint services with the Roman Catholics, and Hauxton Church had a joint service with the Catholics for many years.
He was a keen home-made wine maker and the Harston vicarage (now Rhee House)’s cellar had an amazing cornucopia of home-made wines – dandelion, blackberry, banana, tea – you name it! (He regularly attributed the success of the vicarage garden blackberry crop to its proximity to the vicarage’s cesspit – these being the days before piped drainage in Harston!) One of his favourite stories was of an elderly (and rather deaf) parishioner who had replied to his enquiry ‘How is your husband today?’ with the response: ‘Very Windy – nearly blew me out of bed this morning’!
Harston resident Richard Spendlove. MBE memories of Rev Michael Allen
…. I remember chiefly of him, that his arrival was ALWAYS unannounced, always a delight and always welcomed. As I look back, I can still seem to see him at the front door; his long cassock and the old bicycle, despite the fact that we have never been, what one might call ‘staunch church-goers’ At that time, I was doing an interview programme called ‘Reflections’ and he directed me towards, Stewart Jordan, a veteran of ‘the Somme’ It became easily, one of the best interviews I ever presented. I was most grateful him for the introduction. What always made us grateful to him was the fact, that he seemed to think he didn’t need to arrange to come, and he truly didn’t. He arrived. melded in with whatever we were doing and over a cup of tea ‘contributed’ as he felt appropriate. If we were in the middle of some domestic or other crisis, it seemed to become easier by his presence. I recall, after we lost those lovely visits, thinking of some of the words of the hymn, “Dear Lord and Father of Mankind” The final verse, I am sure you will all know, as well as me, reads, “Breathe through the heats of our desire your coolness and your balm; let sense be dumb, let flesh retire, speak through the earthquake, wind and fire, O still small voice of calm, O still small voice of calm.” Oh, how we have missed that ‘still small voice of calm’ over the years. Thank you Sir.