BRYAN MCCAHEY'S BOOK
The blitzed shell of St. Luke’s Church, Liverpool, is so fully embedded in our collective consciousness, that it seems impossible to imagine it as anything other than a papery gothic ruin. Its empty window tracery and roofless nave might have been built that way. Yet less than seventy years ago, it was an active parish church with coke in its boiler room, wind in its organ bellows and a full ring of eight bells in its splendid tower.
Built as a Corporation “show-piece” to serve the refined gentlefolk of the Rodney Street area, the foundation stone of St. Luke’s Church was laid as early as 1811 although the church did not open its doors until 1829.