THE PETERITE No. 390
MAY, 1974
Vol. LXV Edited by
D. G. Cummin,
3.P., M.A.
EDITORIAL On April Fool's Day 1974 old Yorkshire died quietly, and the Ridings and the County Borough of York passed into limbo to join the Kingdom of Elmete and the Wapentake of Ainsty. Aldermen will no longer take their splendid precedence, save in the City of London, and most of the things that we were wont to decide within our own city will now be decided for us in the new county. Our county, North Yorkshire, at least keeps the familiar name, and Her Majesty has graciously granted York the right to remain a city and to retain the title of Lord Mayor for our first citizen, a privilege held since 1389. Unhappily the new county is a different shape; and this may raise important problems. What will be the future boundaries of Yorkshire Pudding? And where will the lines be drawn for a birth qualification to play cricket for Yorkshire? These matters will have to be solved within a new structure which is said to be necessary for us. The Royal Commission which recommended radical change told us that "local government areas do not fit the pattern of life and work in modern England"; the government that started to legislate for change said "unless local government is organised to meet the needs of the future, and in particular is organised in units large enough to match the technical and administrative requirements of the services which it administers, its power must diminish, and with it the power of local democracy"; and finally the government which at last put the new changes into law said "the areas of many existing authorities are out-dated and no longer reflect the pattern of life and work in modern society". Although it was never made clear what is meant by the "pattern of life and work", it was firmly .stated that "an overwhelming body of opinion" wanted fundamental changes and we were reminded that "all three major parties" were committed to it. Now it has happened; and there is certainly some apprehension and understandably some sadness. The sadness was felt in the Minster on March 31st, when the old City Council attended a service together for the last time. The music and forms of worship at this service were those used each year in the Minster on Passion Sunday, but there were moments when some felt that they were peculiarly fitted to the civic occasion, as in the glorious singing of Bairstow's setting of The Lamentation of Jeremiah: "How doth the city sit solitary . how is she become tributary!" But the Chancellor, the Reverend Canon R. Cant, who thanked the City Council for their long services to the city put the occasion in perspective as he and said: "Let us have done with regrets and look back with pride let us look to the future". .
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