I grew up the daughter of a local vicar and the granddaughter of a regimental sergeant major.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I am a vicar's daughter and still a practising member of the Church of England.
You don't think about it at the time, but there are certain responsibilities that come with being the vicar's daughter. You're supposed to behave in a particular way. I shouldn't say it, but I probably was Goody Two Shoes.
I was the angriest daughter on earth, and also, one of the most devoted.
My parents were terrific - mother was a church organist and my father was probably the most respected person in our church outside of the minister and sometimes maybe that much. The neighbors all called him - a gentleman.
Yes, I was a parish priest for five years. I was a curate in a large working class parish in Bristol and the Vicar of a village in Kent.
Stories about vicars are always being told because they're at the heart of our society. Vicars touch all parts of the community and see life in all its extremity.
My dad was a big admirer of Sergeant York stories from the First World War.
My mother was a Northern woman, daughter of Hon. John Sergeant, a distinguished lawyer, and for many years representative in Congress from Philadelphia.
My father was a sergeant with the Connecticut state police. My mother was a hairstylist.
I was a child, and in 1942, I was evacuated to the Cotswolds with my mother, who was a teacher - she went with her school. I lived in one house in the village, and my mother was in the vicarage.