I went to church on Sunday via zoom.
The congregation was appalled to learn
that Wales has not a single statue to
a woman, but relieved to hear that there
will now be five to make up for the loss.
The first is to Cranogwen the poet,
eighteen thirty nine to nineteen sixteen.
Sarah to her sailor dad John Rees,
she learned from him to navigate a ship
along the Cardiganshire coast. At school
astronomy and Latin, stars and books,
absorbed her agile, smart, receptive mind.
She set up her own navigation school
at Llangrannog her place of birth. She won
a prize in eighteen sixty five at the
Eisteddfod for her poem Y Fodrwy
Briodasal or The Wedding Ring
and publication of her Caniadau
Cranogwen, her debut collection,
followed on. She edited the monthly
Y Frythones women's mag promoting
independent thought on God and family.
Cranogwen shared her life with women
not with men and visited the Welsh
communities in North America
to talk about her life and poetry.
She advocated temperance and worshipped
as a methodist and when she died
a women's shelter Lletty Cranogwen
was established in the Rhondda Valley to
perpetuate her name.
The second statue
is Eliz'beth Andrews, eighteen eighty
two to nineteen sixty, who was from
the coal black mining town of Hirwaun
within the Rhondda Valley. She became
a suffragette, she joined the Labour party
and she strove throughout her life to better
miners' health, pay and conditions. In
the nineteen twenties she campaigned to make
the mining companies build pithead baths.
A decade later, she created the first
nursery school in Wales. She was a Justice
of the Peace, awarded O.B.E.
in nineteen forty eight. To Educate,
to Agitate, to Organise was her
three-pointed slogan and at seventy
she wrote A Woman's Work is Never Done,
her memoirs. Never spoke a truer word.
Number three is Lady Rhondda, eighteen
eighty three to nineteen fifty eight,
the daughter of First Viscount Rhondda and
his heir not only to his title but
his business interests as well. She grew up
as a suffragette intent on damage
and in nineteen thirteen she blew up
a letter box for which she was imprisoned.
She went on hunger strike and was
released before completing her ful stretch.
In the First World War she joined her father
whom Lloyd George had sent to Washington
to buy munitions. On the journey back
their ship the Lusitania was struck
by a torpedo and her ladyship
was pitched into the ocean where she clung
to driftwood until she was rescued. Hundreds
drowned. In nineteen eighteen she became
the viscountess when daddy died but was
excluded from the House of Lords on grounds
of sex. She fought to change this and she won
but only after she had died. There hangs
a portrait of her in the House today
in recognition of her lifelong fight.
The fourth's the T.V. playwright Elaine Morgan
who was still contributing a column
to the Western Mail each week in twenty
thirteen when she died aged ninety three.
Her big success was How Green was My Valley
starring Sian Phillips, Sue Jones-Davies,
Stanley Baker in the seventies.
Ms Davies gave an interview, recorded,
where she spoke of Morgan's intellect
and presence on the set to reassure
the awestruck younger actors like herself.
We saw her in a clip from Morgan's play
about Lloyd George in which she played the daughter
of the P.M. trying to persuade
her mother not to be so understanding
of her husband's infidelities.
Morgan empathised with young and old.
She also was an anthropologist
who wrote about and backed the curious
hypothesis of the 'aquatic ape',
which held that humankind diverted from
the other apes by adaptation to
marine environments. We shed our hair
for streamlining in water when we swam
and walked bipedally or rather waded
to protect our head from splashing feet.
The fifth is Betty Campbell who became
the first BAME head in Wales. She was born
in Tiger Bay in nineteen thirty four
and died in Cardiff twenty seventeen.
She got pregnant when she was at school
aged seventeen and took A levels as
a teenage mum. She married fitter's mate
Rupert Campbell two years later. They
had had three children when in nineteen sixty
she enrolled at teacher training college, Cardiff.
In Tiger Bay she got a job at Mount
Stuart Primary and stayed for thirty
years, eventually becoming head.
The school shone as a beacon in the world
of multiculturalism and once
the Prince of Wales enjoyed St David's Day
as Mrs Campbell's guest and when the great
man Nelson Mandela came by, she met
him as a member of the C.R.E.
the race equality commission and
advised her students there was no one more
appropriate to follow than this former
prisoner who danced and sang and thanked
the Welsh and preached forgiveness not revenge.
As much as this was sermon for the day.
The five of them be hallowed, let us pray.