Five Edwardian maids, two seated, three standing, wearing white pinafores over their dresses. An ivy-covered wall in the background.

Life in service

Jo Kay’s instinct for service finds a natural home in Sacred Harp, a community of individuals who serve one another in countless ways – singing, taking minutes, finding new venues, holding singing schools, organising conventions, and being rewarded by receiving service from others in return.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the ways in which we, as communities and individuals, serve each other.

My Mum’s grandmother worked in service. Somewhere in the North East, ‘up at the big house’. Middleton Lodge it was called, and at 21 years old Florence was the scullery maid there. The second lowest-ranking female servant.

A sepia view of Middleton Lodge, a grand two-storey house with a pediment. There are five windows visible on the upper floor, and four either side of the front door on the lower floor, whose walls are covered in ivy. Two dogs are standing in front of the door. Postcard from about 1900, public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
Middleton Lodge, around 1900, a few years before Florence arrived as a scullery maid.

115 years later, connected only by a string of DNA, here I am, training as a death doula. ‘Doula’ is originally a Greek word, and I’ve seen it politely interpreted as meaning ‘a woman who serves’ or ‘a servant’. It’s basically a non-medical support role, in service to a dying person.

The words ‘servant’ and ‘service’ – so close, but such contrary implications. I imagine Florence’s life as a servant might have been less charming than Downton would have us believe.

But to be ‘in service’ to someone… to ‘serve your community’. That sounds beautiful, full of heart.

In a BBC Radio programme, Our Sacred Harp, a phrase Tim Eriksen said really struck me: “…I think we’re looking oftentimes for an opportunity to work for each other. To work together to do something good.” 

Oh, I thought. Yes, I see now. That’s what I’m doing. I am looking for opportunities to serve my community.

A page of the Sacred Harp 2025 edition, with assorted black and white blobs. To the right, an arm with a delicate leaf tattoo emerging from under a white sleeve.
Singing 38b Windham in the pub – after day one of death doula training.

When I began singing, the notes were black blobs all over the page, so I could sing only what I could hear and copy. About eight years on, the notes mean a bit more now – I know which line I’m looking at, I know the names of the shapes and that the white ones are longer than the black ones. So you know, leaps and bounds. But unless I’ve got a strong alto in my ear I flounder. It makes me feel annoyingly needy.

A singer with her back to the camera as she leads a song, with the tenors facing her. Above their heads, visitors to Manchester Art Gallery watch from a glass balcony.
Singing at a unique venue – Manchester Art Gallery in April 2024.

From early on, I instinctively looked to compensate – to become an asset in other areas, if not as a singer. I looked for ways to serve. I took the minutes, I found channels to share our dates more consistently, I organised singings in unique venues just for the lark. Nowt special. Like everyone else, I just applied the skills I had to where I could be useful. Because without Matthew or Tom or Lucy to key, without Sophie or Leilai singing in my ear, without John booking the room and lugging boxes of books, without everyone who turns up each week to lend their voice and create that incredible oxytocin & serotonin cocktail we’re all addicted to, I cannot sing.

We’re drawing closer to this year’s UK Sacred Harp Convention. Manchester are organising it. We are all people who serve. At each planning meeting, people bring their skills to the table, offering them up: “Can this be of service?”

Three reddish-brown booksleeves with gold studs, one already holding a book, on a desk covered with tools, plus a mug and the score of The Cleansing Stream
Leather book sleeves as made by Hal.
Lucy lino-printing tote bags with a roller. A finished version of the bag, with a green design showing a weary dove, is lying on the table to her right.
Lucy lino-printing tote bags.

The discovery of what we’re each good at has been glorious. Sharing our not so much ‘hidden’ as ‘not previously discussed’ talents. My fellow singers are creative. Film-makers, painters, leatherworkers, embroiderers, photographers, writers, content creators. They are organisers. Some are strong on the big picture, some have exquisite attention to detail. We have team players and self starters. Those good with words, those good with numbers. Those only too happy to lend expensive equipment or tap their contacts for what we need help with.

A large number of singers attending a singing school during the Manchester Folk Festival, with the arches of the former church of St Peter's in the background
Matthew Parkinson leads a singing school at Halle St Peter’s in March 2026.

Of course it’s not just my Manchester pals. Throughout my Sacred Harp community, I see people giving of themselves, finding ways to serve each other. Welcoming anxious newcomers at the door. Printing bookmarks to help learners. Teaching singing schools. Making incredible food to share. Washing up.

Stretford's coat of arms - on a white background, a flail and scythe between two Lancashire roses, above a golden lion passant on a red stripe, above a galley ship. The motto below reads SERVICE EFFICIENCY
Service and Efficiency – the motto below Stretford’s coat of arms, at the venue of this year’s convention.

[A slight aside, I mentally wander off and ponder – are people in general kinder than I tend to assume? Or is there a higher than average proportion of kind people in Sacred Harp? Which comes first? Do kind people find kinship in the Sacred Harp community and stay, or does the kindness within the community bring out the best in people?]

I adore how we each bring what we have to the table (often literally – that fudge doesn’t make itself). We serve each other, and in return we receive abundantly – kindness, fun, solace, meaning, togetherness.

If you come to the Convention this September, I hope you will feel the love that has been poured into pulling it together. Bask in the warmth of this beautiful community of mutual service that we call home. Then fold thy wings and stay.

Jo stands in the square in Barley Mow Village Hall, smiling, with her arm raised, as she leads 114 Saint's Delight.
Jo leading 114 Saint’s Delight at the UK Sacred Harp Convention in Barley Mow, September 2025. Thanks to Werner Ullah and James Harvey for the video!

Jo Kay is the chair of the 29th UK Sacred Harp Convention, to be held at Stretford Public Hall, Greater Manchester, on 19-20 September 2026


Comments

One response to “Life in service”

  1. So very well said! And it can be so easy in this world to see the problems and the negatives, of which there are many… So it’s vital that we keep on seeking out the wondrousness and the kindness in the world, and to be reminded that people are so kind and have so much to offer.

    > are people in general kinder than I tend to assume? Or is there a higher than average proportion of kind people in Sacred Harp? Which comes first?

    I love this. I think community draws the goodness out from us.
    Your piece also reminded me of this wonderful post about the unseen things that go on to make a singing happen: https://www.greyledger.org/the-architecture-of-the-hollow-square/ – I love that phrase “The paradox of infrastructure”.

    Like

Leave a comment