14 households
received the JOHN WILLIAM FOSTER Christmas Dole at Advent 2024 — small parcels, hand-delivered across the parish by a trustee or a volunteer who knew them.
We are not a national charity. We are a small parish dole. Every year we sit at the back table of the village hall and write names by hand on a small stack of kraft envelopes — for the widows and widowers, and for any neighbour the trustees know to be having a thin winter.
14 households
received the JOHN WILLIAM FOSTER Christmas Dole at Advent 2024 — small parcels, hand-delivered across the parish by a trustee or a volunteer who knew them.
We do one thing — distribute the income of an old parish bequest, quietly, in our own valley, to our own neighbours, by hand.
These are not values copied from a leaflet. They are the small instructions our trustees keep in front of them when they sit down to discuss the dole at the back of the parish vestry, four times a year.
The original bequest names Horton‑in‑Ribblesdale and we have not strayed from it. We do not grant in Settle, we do not grant in Ingleborough's far side, we do not advertise our work to people who do not live here. The parish, and only the parish.
Envelopes are written with a fountain pen, addressed to one neighbour at a time, and walked to the door by someone who knows the way. No application forms. No proof of need. A trustee will have heard. The names are revisited together each year.
We are a tiny charity. Total income last year was £1,038. We say so. We file annually with the Charity Commission, we keep clean accounts, and we publish a short dispatch once a year so the parish knows what was done in its name.
A parish trust at our scale should not run six initiatives, and we do not. The three small distributions below are how our income reaches our neighbours each year.
The main annual distribution. Envelopes posted or walked to every qualifying widow, widower and neighbour the trustees have agreed on, in the week before Advent. Small. Quiet. The size of an envelope, not the size of a campaign.
Read about the dole
A second, smaller distribution in February — the worst of the Dales winter — sent only to those households the trustees know to be heating their homes with solid fuel or finding the cold months hardest. Often paid direct to the coal merchant.
Read about Winter Fuel
Not a grant at all. A small rota of trustees and helpers who, between them, drop in on the parish's older recipients across the year — not to assess them, but to know them. The doles are written from what is heard at these kitchen tables.
Read about VisitingNames and ages used with permission. We do not photograph the dole envelope as it is handed over. These short pieces were written down later by the trustee who visited.
Margaret is 81. Her husband farmed the upper field for fifty‑one years. The first winter he was not there, the envelope came as it had always come — and she sat with it on the kitchen table for a long while before opening it.
She has now visited three of the other recipients herself, with cake.
Read the dispatch
Arthur is 84. He worked Horton Quarry until 1996 and lost his wife in 2019. He keeps the envelope's outer kraft on the dresser. The trustees write his name on it the same way each year — with the long curl on the A.
He started bringing coffee out to the carol service stewards two winters ago.
Read the dispatch
Eileen is 76. She taught at the parish primary school for thirty‑four years. The trustees called on her in October 2024. She remembered the kraft envelope from her father's mantelpiece in the 1960s.
She now reads the bidding prayer at the JOHN WILLIAM FOSTER carol service.
Read the dispatchOur income comes mostly from the invested capital of the original bequest and from a small handful of donations. These bars are how the money reached neighbours' hands, in pounds, in each of the past seven years.
Nothing ticketed. Nothing crowded. Three modest dates in the parish calendar where neighbours pour tea for each other and the trustees of JOHN WILLIAM FOSTER are usually around the back of the room.
Tea, sponge, and a quiet word with whoever is on the trustees' rota. No agenda. Bring nothing.
The JOHN WILLIAM FOSTER carol service. Eileen reads the bidding. Mulled apple after.
Once a year the trustees keep the back door of the hall open for anyone who wants to ask.