I believe it was a group of unaffiliated churches which catered to the millworkers.

Life was pretty hard then the WC was a hole with a wooden seat cover at the back end of the small brick yard.The 'nightsoil' men used to come down the alley between the rows of houses with a horse buggy to clean them out. The houses were back to back for this reason. The smell was not too nice.

My father's maiden aunt Sarah [a retired weaver] lived in just such a place and I remember the fear of falling in...I was so young. She kept a big (to me) aspidistra palm in a swan vase on top of the peddle sewing machine and the place was lit by a gas lamp in the ceiling
My Aunt Mary on my mother's side belonged to the Pentecostal and, as a small child, she would take my older brother me to a service - usually without my mother's permission as we were Church of England.

The preacher used to 'talk in tongues' which always scared me as it usually was accompanied by a lot of rolling around.

That is what my 5 year-old memory is of 1945.

When I was six I was in the hospital 'Infirmary' with a fractured skull and she brought him to 'heal' me - but they couldn't get me out from under the covers, grin.

My father was raised in the Baptist faith.