A brief history of St Colm’s Missionary College, Edinburgh

Chapel at St Colm’s College, Edinburgh

In 1963 my mother Rosalie Jean Brydon attended St Colm’s Missionary College, Church of Scotland in Edinburgh ahead of working for four years as a midwife in India. (You can read about her Indian adventues in her book Rosalie: In her own words.)

St Colm’s was a hugely important and spiritually forming experience for Mum. She often spoke fondly of her time at Colm’s and throughout her life would attend reunions and keep up with the other missionaries she met there.

Mum was delighted when I started my studies at the Theological Institute of the Scottish Episcopal Church (TISEC) in 1997 which for the first few months was housed at St Colm’s, before it moved to Old Coates House next to St Mary’s Cathedral on Palmerston Place. I got to worship in the same wee chapel that Mum did 34 years before me.

While sorting through some of Mum’s papers recently, I found a booklet written by Jean Fraser, printed in February 1962 giving the reader a brief history of St Colm’s as well as a practical tour through the building.

I thought this information would be better in the public domain for any interested in the history of this predominantly women’s missionary college.

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My song is perfume

Today, I finished editing and designing my late Mum’s second book called My song is perfume.

This book of poetry is the second volume of writings that I have compiled and edited from the nine-hundred or more (A5) pages of writings that I found on Mum’s laptop after her death in August 2020. The first volume was her autobiography Rosalie: In her own words (2022), the next volume will be a collection of the very many short stories and other creative writings that she penned. Nestled between is this short book of poetry.

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Rosalie Jean Saunders (4 August 1939–6 August 2020)

Mum on her 81st birthday

On Thursday 6 August, two days after her 81st birthday my beautiful Mum, Rosalie Jean Saunders was found dead at home.

She had had an amazing birthday, she felt so blessed by people’s love and kindness. She had her hair dyed pink in celebration. Two days later, it appears that her heart gave out, but oh! what a heart she had.

The last two weeks have been a roller coaster of emotion. Most days when folks have asked me how I am, I’ve said that I’ve been like a typical day of Scottish weather: I’ve had a bit of everything.

Today, restricted by Covid-19 guidelines, a few family and friends gathered in the church grounds at St John the Evangelist, Selkirk (Mum’s spiritual home since 1974) and then in the Auld Kirk Yard to give thanks for the life of Mum and commit her to God’s keeping.

Mum was buried in a family grave, alongside my father.

My sister, brother and I worked collaboratively on her eulogy (below) using notes that she had left herself (thanks Mum, they were really helpful!). Mum left a lot of papers and writings and photographs which we will go through over the next few weeks, months, years and I’d like to compile them into a book to remember Mum by. But that is for another day.

Today we rejoiced for her life, her love, her faith in the God she adored.

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