Coincidence

I've been trying to find out more about the unusual memorial stone that was spotted under the trees near the wall in Sudbury churchyard.  I showed Paul's photo of it on my last post - I turned it monochrome to make it clearer.

I had the idea to try ancestry and put in the name of Vernon, which was the name of the owners of Sudbury Hall.  I added the date 1709 and was taken to a reference to Dorothea Vernon who died in 1709.  This gave me access to the pages of the parish register for that date.  There were no references to any children.  I looked either side of 1709 and found several in both 1708 and 1710, assuming that 'son of' would indicate a child.  I took down all the names but had no hope of joining the dots.

This morning I was browsing face book, as you do, and a page came up for the Church Memorial Society.  I wondered if I could follow the group and see if I could find out more.  I clicked on the page and I couldn't believe the first thing on their page was the very memorial from Sudbury!  What a coincidence.

The person who had added the details had, unlike us, looked at the back of the stone - all the details were there.  We must go back sometime to take a photo as there is a carving on the back as well as the inscription which reads:-

 'Here lyeth the body of Henry Whitaker who departed this life on ye 21st day of October 1708 aged 25 years'

So, not a child but a young man.

Armed with his name and age I again went to Ancestry and there was a whole family tree.  Lots of information which looked well researched. I know you have to be careful with ancestry and check all details.  

Henry Whittaker married Elizabeth Wooley at Sudbury church in 1703, they lived in nearby Draycott-in-the-Clay and had three daughters Ann born 1704 and Catherine and Elizabeth born 1706, such young children to leave behind.  There was a will in which he left instructions for the education of his daughters and for each of them to receive the sum of £60 at the age of fourteen.  In the will Henry is described as a Yeoman definition of which is 'a free man who owned and farmed a small plot of land, ranking just below the gentry'

All for now.

Five on a Friday in August

 Five random things to ponder upon on a Friday.

The Marigolds in the jug were taken out of the greenhouse where they had been companion plants for the tomatoes.  I love their bright colour but I had a feeling that they weren't seen as joyful flowers so I looked them up in the language of flowers.  Apparently in Victorian England they were seen as flowers of grief or despair, oh dear - but in Hindu and Mexican cultures they represent the warmth of the sun (well we certainly have that) positive energy and creativity.  I'll go with that one.

On a recent visit to a stately home (of which more later) we found this unusual monument in the nearby churchyard.  I've tried to find out more about it but with little success.  It is covered in moss which was bright green in the sunlight.  It was under a tree near a wall and was quite small.  Is it a child's grave?  It also looks a bit like an 18th century clergyman's collar with his two preaching bands at the neck,  or am I dreaming? Does anyone have any ideas?  

I've been enjoying reading in the afternoons or late evenings.  The Museum of Second Chances by Jo Leevers I enjoyed very much.  I've taken another book out of the library written by her and hope it will be as good.  The Burning Tide by William Shaw is also from the library.  It's the second of his Eden Driscoll series set in Teignmouth in Devon and I've just started reading it. Memories of childhood holidays in Teignmouth and Shaldon drifting through my mind when the author mentions certain places. A Year on the Fosse by Rick Thompson has been on my list for ages and I decided to treat myself to a copy.  The Fosse Way is a Roman road, 230 miles long that runs between Lincoln and Exmouth in Devon. We recently watched a tv documentary by Tom Fort called A303: Highway to the Sun in which he mentions the Fosse Way, seeing this reminded me of the book.  It was a programme we'd seen before but we enjoyed it a second time.  The Hawk is Dead by Peter James is a DCI Roy Grace novel, the derailing of the royal train just outside Brighton takes the detective up to London and into the very highest echelons searching for clues. 

Two of our Heritage pottery attractions are closing or have been closed for filming.  The Gladstone Pottery Museum will be closing soon for filming of The Great Pottery Throwdown which I always enjoy watching.  

Middleport Pottery  was closed for a few days last month for the filming of a new series called The Cadburys.  I assume about the chocolate manufacturers.  I know that another Birmingham set series, Peaky Blinders, has done some filming there once or twice.

As well as reading I've been pottering with family history.  I recently found out that an ancestor was a Chelsea pensioner.  

Thomas Parker served with the 3rd regiment of foot guards from 1798 to 1820 before being discharged after suffering a head wound whilst in Holland.   As this was during the time of the Napoleonic Wars I'm intrigued to find out more.

All for now.

In the Garden

 The garden is bit of a mess, mainly because it has been too hot to work out there but also due to lack of rain.  The grass yellow and dry, shrubs with crisp brown leaves, flowers and most produce stunted.  Such a shame.   

The three water butts are empty, we try to save tap water into jugs, mostly from water run whilst waiting for it to turn warm enough for washing up also any water used for washing and rinsing fruit and vegetables.

The 'no mow' area at the top of the garden has now been cut down, you can see where it was from the very faded area around the seat.

Hardly any sweet peas, strawberries or gooseberries this summer.  The tomatoes in the greenhouse have taken ages to ripen but at last one of the varieties has started to reach the expected size and colour. 

These are Golden Sunrise.

Garden visitors still arrive for food and water.  

Vixen lazing in the garden around 6.30p.m. in the evening.

Badger hoping for worms but the soil is too dry.

Linnet on the bird feeders. We sometimes see up to four at a time.  

There's always one that escapes notice - a marrow sized courgette.