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A quiet moment between trains at Brockford & Wetheringsett Station on the Mid Suffolk Light Railway.
St Mary, Friston, Suffolk
Friston is a medium-sized village out in the rolling fields beyond Saxmundham and Leiston which seems to have an air of quiet self-sufficiency about it. In 2010 I had been here on the hottest day of the year so far, nearing the end of a meandering bicycle tour of the north and east of Suffolk. The train at Saxmundham was an hour off, but I headed south again, from the Saxmundham to Leiston road, under the vast chain of power lines that links the Sizewell nuclear power station with the rest of the country. I recalled vividly coming this way back at the start of the century, on that occasion a darkening afternoon in late November. I had cut a swathe along roads which ran like streams. All around was water, after the wettest autumn for 250 years. The power lines sizzled and cracked as I threaded through the pylons and beneath them, the sound of 10,000 quintillion volts of nuclear-generated electricity urgently seeking the shortest possible path to the ground. This concentrated my mind somewhat, as you may imagine.
And now it was 2019 I was here in spring, the trees coming into leaf like something almost being said, and it took me a moment to recognise the lane up to the church, in its huddle of houses with the curiously urban hall opposite.
It must be said that the tower of St Mary is rather striking. The tower seems to be a Victorian rebuild, and quite a late one. Mortlock generously considers that it is an exact copy of what was there before. In all honestly, I would find this doubtful, if it were not for the fact that the architect was Edward Bishopp, a man not best remembered for his creative imagination. The most striking features are the niches, one in each buttress, and a possible rood group above the west window. This is a bit like the same at Parham and Cotton, and the buttresses like those at Wetheringsett, so they may be original, or perhaps just based on those other churches. The body of the church must be Norman originally, judging by the blocked north door, but there are so many late Perpendicular windows, I wonder if it wasn't entirely rebuilt retaining the doorway sometime in the early 16th century.
As with all the churches around here St Mary is open daily, an evocative and intimate space which you step down into to be confronted by the Parish of Friston's most famous possession. This is the massive James I coat of arms. It is fully eight feet wide and six feet high, carved from boards six inches thick. The story goes that it was found in pieces in the belfry by Munro Cautley during his trawl of Suffolk churches in the 1930s. In his capacity as Diocesan architect, he insisted that the churchwardens repair it, and restore it to its rightful place. However, since the chancel tympanum where it had hung had been removed by the Victorians, this presented the churchwardens with an interesting problem. So, they solved it by attaching the arms to the north wall of the nave, level with the tops of the pews, where it remains. it is not in great condition, but it is rather extraordinary to be able to see it at such close quarters.
The nave is long and narrow, under an arch-braced roof. The 19th century font stands on an upturned medieval one as its pedestal, with a rather good early 20th century font cover. At the other end of the church is something rather remarkable, an unspoiled late Victorian chancel. So many of these have been whitewashed in the last fifty years or so, but this is utterly charming, the walls painted and stencilled in pastel shades, and an ornate text running around the top of the walls. The finishing touch is Powell & Son's lush Risen Christ flanked by Mary and John in the east window. Another nice detail is the Mothers Union banner. Thousands of these were embroidered from kit form in the early 20th Century, but as at neighbouring Knodishall the one here has been customised with a hand-painted central image of the Blessed Virgin and child.
A memorial board reminds the parishioners of Friston that In the Year of Our Lord one thousand eight hundred and eleven, the Reverend John Lambert bequeathed to the parish the sum of two hundred pounds, to be placed in the 3£ per cent consols, and the interest thereof to be distributed by the churchwardens every Christmas ___ for ever: to poor Housekeepers who should not for twelve months preceding have received Pay of the Parish. The word Day or Eve has been eradicated at some point, perhaps for legal reasons, possibly because of the difficulty of getting to the bank in Saxmundham on a public holiday.
Two hundred pounds was a fairly large amount of money in 1811, roughly equivalent to forty thousand pounds today, and for ever must have seemed an enticing prospect. However, consols were effectively bonds, their value remaining the same but offering a guaranteed return (in this case three per cent) based on the perceived annual growth in the economy. Like endowment mortgages, they would turn out to be a fairly short-sighted enthusiasm. The safe return from consols came to an end as a result of the great depression of the 1870s and 1880s, and inflation thereafter reduced such holdings to almost nothing. The Reverend Lambert would have been better off investing in land or gold, but such is the gift of hindsight, of course.
St Mary, Friston, Suffolk
Friston is a medium-sized village out in the rolling fields beyond Saxmundham and Leiston which seems to have an air of quiet self-sufficiency about it. In 2010 I had been here on the hottest day of the year so far, nearing the end of a meandering bicycle tour of the north and east of Suffolk. The train at Saxmundham was an hour off, but I headed south again, from the Saxmundham to Leiston road, under the vast chain of power lines that links the Sizewell nuclear power station with the rest of the country. I recalled vividly coming this way back at the start of the century, on that occasion a darkening afternoon in late November. I had cut a swathe along roads which ran like streams. All around was water, after the wettest autumn for 250 years. The power lines sizzled and cracked as I threaded through the pylons and beneath them, the sound of 10,000 quintillion volts of nuclear-generated electricity urgently seeking the shortest possible path to the ground. This concentrated my mind somewhat, as you may imagine.
And now it was 2019 I was here in spring, the trees coming into leaf like something almost being said, and it took me a moment to recognise the lane up to the church, in its huddle of houses with the curiously urban hall opposite.
It must be said that the tower of St Mary is rather striking. The tower seems to be a Victorian rebuild, and quite a late one. Mortlock generously considers that it is an exact copy of what was there before. In all honestly, I would find this doubtful, if it were not for the fact that the architect was Edward Bishopp, a man not best remembered for his creative imagination. The most striking features are the niches, one in each buttress, and a possible rood group above the west window. This is a bit like the same at Parham and Cotton, and the buttresses like those at Wetheringsett, so they may be original, or perhaps just based on those other churches. The body of the church must be Norman originally, judging by the blocked north door, but there are so many late Perpendicular windows, I wonder if it wasn't entirely rebuilt retaining the doorway sometime in the early 16th century.
As with all the churches around here St Mary is open daily, an evocative and intimate space which you step down into to be confronted by the Parish of Friston's most famous possession. This is the massive James I coat of arms. It is fully eight feet wide and six feet high, carved from boards six inches thick. The story goes that it was found in pieces in the belfry by Munro Cautley during his trawl of Suffolk churches in the 1930s. In his capacity as Diocesan architect, he insisted that the churchwardens repair it, and restore it to its rightful place. However, since the chancel tympanum where it had hung had been removed by the Victorians, this presented the churchwardens with an interesting problem. So, they solved it by attaching the arms to the north wall of the nave, level with the tops of the pews, where it remains. it is not in great condition, but it is rather extraordinary to be able to see it at such close quarters.
The nave is long and narrow, under an arch-braced roof. The 19th century font stands on an upturned medieval one as its pedestal, with a rather good early 20th century font cover. At the other end of the church is something rather remarkable, an unspoiled late Victorian chancel. So many of these have been whitewashed in the last fifty years or so, but this is utterly charming, the walls painted and stencilled in pastel shades, and an ornate text running around the top of the walls. The finishing touch is Powell & Son's lush Risen Christ flanked by Mary and John in the east window. Another nice detail is the Mothers Union banner. Thousands of these were embroidered from kit form in the early 20th Century, but as at neighbouring Knodishall the one here has been customised with a hand-painted central image of the Blessed Virgin and child.
A memorial board reminds the parishioners of Friston that In the Year of Our Lord one thousand eight hundred and eleven, the Reverend John Lambert bequeathed to the parish the sum of two hundred pounds, to be placed in the 3£ per cent consols, and the interest thereof to be distributed by the churchwardens every Christmas ___ for ever: to poor Housekeepers who should not for twelve months preceding have received Pay of the Parish. The word Day or Eve has been eradicated at some point, perhaps for legal reasons, possibly because of the difficulty of getting to the bank in Saxmundham on a public holiday.
Two hundred pounds was a fairly large amount of money in 1811, roughly equivalent to forty thousand pounds today, and for ever must have seemed an enticing prospect. However, consols were effectively bonds, their value remaining the same but offering a guaranteed return (in this case three per cent) based on the perceived annual growth in the economy. Like endowment mortgages, they would turn out to be a fairly short-sighted enthusiasm. The safe return from consols came to an end as a result of the great depression of the 1870s and 1880s, and inflation thereafter reduced such holdings to almost nothing. The Reverend Lambert would have been better off investing in land or gold, but such is the gift of hindsight, of course.
Here lies the body of Joan Braham widowe dedicated to God, late wife to John Braham armiger who died the 18th day of November AD 1519 on whose soul may God have mercy Amen"
Joan Reyden was the wife of John Braham of Wetheringsett and mother of Margaret d1561 www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/4M48ZE 2nd wife of Sir Thomas Blennerhassett 1531 www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/44z573
Heraldry - Braham / Braham impaling Reyden / Reyden
Detail - coat of arms - Spelman quartering with Narborough
"Here lyeth the body of John Spelman esquier, who fyrst had to wyfe Judyth one of the daughters of Syr Clement Higham knight, and after Katherine ye daughter of William Saunders esqyer .
John had at the day of his death 4 sons and one daughter lyving viz Clement and William of the body of the said Judyth. & Robert , Francys and Bridget of ye bodye of ye sayd Katherine. John deceased ye 27th day of Aprell Ao 1581 "
www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/qbE6ri
(John Spelman of Narburgh 1581 was the son of John Spelman 1545 www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/17Mv1W & Margaret 1558 daughter of Sir Thomas Blennerhassett of Frenze 1531 flic.kr/p/rp8dxz & Margaret d1561 flic.kr/p/qsrvxx daughter of John Braham of Wetheringsett and Joan Reyden 1519 www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/4M48ZE
He m1 Judith 1570 daughter of Sir Clement Higham of Barrow Suffolk flic.kr/p/ag3hJy by 2nd wife Anne Waldegrave Bures
- Church of All Saints, Narborough Norfolk
St Mary, Friston, Suffolk
Friston is a medium-sized village out in the rolling fields beyond Saxmundham and Leiston which seems to have an air of quiet self-sufficiency about it. In 2010 I had been here on the hottest day of the year so far, nearing the end of a meandering bicycle tour of the north and east of Suffolk. The train at Saxmundham was an hour off, but I headed south again, from the Saxmundham to Leiston road, under the vast chain of power lines that links the Sizewell nuclear power station with the rest of the country. I recalled vividly coming this way back at the start of the century, on that occasion a darkening afternoon in late November. I had cut a swathe along roads which ran like streams. All around was water, after the wettest autumn for 250 years. The power lines sizzled and cracked as I threaded through the pylons and beneath them, the sound of 10,000 quintillion volts of nuclear-generated electricity urgently seeking the shortest possible path to the ground. This concentrated my mind somewhat, as you may imagine.
And now it was 2019 I was here in spring, the trees coming into leaf like something almost being said, and it took me a moment to recognise the lane up to the church, in its huddle of houses with the curiously urban hall opposite.
It must be said that the tower of St Mary is rather striking. The tower seems to be a Victorian rebuild, and quite a late one. Mortlock generously considers that it is an exact copy of what was there before. In all honestly, I would find this doubtful, if it were not for the fact that the architect was Edward Bishopp, a man not best remembered for his creative imagination. The most striking features are the niches, one in each buttress, and a possible rood group above the west window. This is a bit like the same at Parham and Cotton, and the buttresses like those at Wetheringsett, so they may be original, or perhaps just based on those other churches. The body of the church must be Norman originally, judging by the blocked north door, but there are so many late Perpendicular windows, I wonder if it wasn't entirely rebuilt retaining the doorway sometime in the early 16th century.
As with all the churches around here St Mary is open daily, an evocative and intimate space which you step down into to be confronted by the Parish of Friston's most famous possession. This is the massive James I coat of arms. It is fully eight feet wide and six feet high, carved from boards six inches thick. The story goes that it was found in pieces in the belfry by Munro Cautley during his trawl of Suffolk churches in the 1930s. In his capacity as Diocesan architect, he insisted that the churchwardens repair it, and restore it to its rightful place. However, since the chancel tympanum where it had hung had been removed by the Victorians, this presented the churchwardens with an interesting problem. So, they solved it by attaching the arms to the north wall of the nave, level with the tops of the pews, where it remains. it is not in great condition, but it is rather extraordinary to be able to see it at such close quarters.
The nave is long and narrow, under an arch-braced roof. The 19th century font stands on an upturned medieval one as its pedestal, with a rather good early 20th century font cover. At the other end of the church is something rather remarkable, an unspoiled late Victorian chancel. So many of these have been whitewashed in the last fifty years or so, but this is utterly charming, the walls painted and stencilled in pastel shades, and an ornate text running around the top of the walls. The finishing touch is Powell & Son's lush Risen Christ flanked by Mary and John in the east window. Another nice detail is the Mothers Union banner. Thousands of these were embroidered from kit form in the early 20th Century, but as at neighbouring Knodishall the one here has been customised with a hand-painted central image of the Blessed Virgin and child.
A memorial board reminds the parishioners of Friston that In the Year of Our Lord one thousand eight hundred and eleven, the Reverend John Lambert bequeathed to the parish the sum of two hundred pounds, to be placed in the 3£ per cent consols, and the interest thereof to be distributed by the churchwardens every Christmas ___ for ever: to poor Housekeepers who should not for twelve months preceding have received Pay of the Parish. The word Day or Eve has been eradicated at some point, perhaps for legal reasons, possibly because of the difficulty of getting to the bank in Saxmundham on a public holiday.
Two hundred pounds was a fairly large amount of money in 1811, roughly equivalent to forty thousand pounds today, and for ever must have seemed an enticing prospect. However, consols were effectively bonds, their value remaining the same but offering a guaranteed return (in this case three per cent) based on the perceived annual growth in the economy. Like endowment mortgages, they would turn out to be a fairly short-sighted enthusiasm. The safe return from consols came to an end as a result of the great depression of the 1870s and 1880s, and inflation thereafter reduced such holdings to almost nothing. The Reverend Lambert would have been better off investing in land or gold, but such is the gift of hindsight, of course.
St Mary, Friston, Suffolk
Friston is a medium-sized village out in the rolling fields beyond Saxmundham and Leiston which seems to have an air of quiet self-sufficiency about it. In 2010 I had been here on the hottest day of the year so far, nearing the end of a meandering bicycle tour of the north and east of Suffolk. The train at Saxmundham was an hour off, but I headed south again, from the Saxmundham to Leiston road, under the vast chain of power lines that links the Sizewell nuclear power station with the rest of the country. I recalled vividly coming this way back at the start of the century, on that occasion a darkening afternoon in late November. I had cut a swathe along roads which ran like streams. All around was water, after the wettest autumn for 250 years. The power lines sizzled and cracked as I threaded through the pylons and beneath them, the sound of 10,000 quintillion volts of nuclear-generated electricity urgently seeking the shortest possible path to the ground. This concentrated my mind somewhat, as you may imagine.
And now it was 2019 I was here in spring, the trees coming into leaf like something almost being said, and it took me a moment to recognise the lane up to the church, in its huddle of houses with the curiously urban hall opposite.
It must be said that the tower of St Mary is rather striking. The tower seems to be a Victorian rebuild, and quite a late one. Mortlock generously considers that it is an exact copy of what was there before. In all honestly, I would find this doubtful, if it were not for the fact that the architect was Edward Bishopp, a man not best remembered for his creative imagination. The most striking features are the niches, one in each buttress, and a possible rood group above the west window. This is a bit like the same at Parham and Cotton, and the buttresses like those at Wetheringsett, so they may be original, or perhaps just based on those other churches. The body of the church must be Norman originally, judging by the blocked north door, but there are so many late Perpendicular windows, I wonder if it wasn't entirely rebuilt retaining the doorway sometime in the early 16th century.
As with all the churches around here St Mary is open daily, an evocative and intimate space which you step down into to be confronted by the Parish of Friston's most famous possession. This is the massive James I coat of arms. It is fully eight feet wide and six feet high, carved from boards six inches thick. The story goes that it was found in pieces in the belfry by Munro Cautley during his trawl of Suffolk churches in the 1930s. In his capacity as Diocesan architect, he insisted that the churchwardens repair it, and restore it to its rightful place. However, since the chancel tympanum where it had hung had been removed by the Victorians, this presented the churchwardens with an interesting problem. So, they solved it by attaching the arms to the north wall of the nave, level with the tops of the pews, where it remains. it is not in great condition, but it is rather extraordinary to be able to see it at such close quarters.
The nave is long and narrow, under an arch-braced roof. The 19th century font stands on an upturned medieval one as its pedestal, with a rather good early 20th century font cover. At the other end of the church is something rather remarkable, an unspoiled late Victorian chancel. So many of these have been whitewashed in the last fifty years or so, but this is utterly charming, the walls painted and stencilled in pastel shades, and an ornate text running around the top of the walls. The finishing touch is Powell & Son's lush Risen Christ flanked by Mary and John in the east window. Another nice detail is the Mothers Union banner. Thousands of these were embroidered from kit form in the early 20th Century, but as at neighbouring Knodishall the one here has been customised with a hand-painted central image of the Blessed Virgin and child.
A memorial board reminds the parishioners of Friston that In the Year of Our Lord one thousand eight hundred and eleven, the Reverend John Lambert bequeathed to the parish the sum of two hundred pounds, to be placed in the 3£ per cent consols, and the interest thereof to be distributed by the churchwardens every Christmas ___ for ever: to poor Housekeepers who should not for twelve months preceding have received Pay of the Parish. The word Day or Eve has been eradicated at some point, perhaps for legal reasons, possibly because of the difficulty of getting to the bank in Saxmundham on a public holiday.
Two hundred pounds was a fairly large amount of money in 1811, roughly equivalent to forty thousand pounds today, and for ever must have seemed an enticing prospect. However, consols were effectively bonds, their value remaining the same but offering a guaranteed return (in this case three per cent) based on the perceived annual growth in the economy. Like endowment mortgages, they would turn out to be a fairly short-sighted enthusiasm. The safe return from consols came to an end as a result of the great depression of the 1870s and 1880s, and inflation thereafter reduced such holdings to almost nothing. The Reverend Lambert would have been better off investing in land or gold, but such is the gift of hindsight, of course.
Acknowledgement of Deeds by Commissioners of the Common Pleas of Sarah Rush wife of John Rush, Elizabeth Rush wife of Henry Rush, Diana Barker wife of Joseph Barker, Susanna Groom wife of Robert Groom, Eleanor Crack wife of George Crack. Suffolk, 10th April 1839.
Property they had an interest in: Eye, Suffolk. The two Commissioners were: Thomas French, Edward Syer of Eye Suffolk. Others mentioned: Thomas Barkham, Edgar Rush, Diana Rush, Henry Rush the Elder, Simon Barrett Gooch, Edgar Chenery.
John Rush, a Farmer and his wife Sarah, nee, Roper Rush on 12th February 1823 at Eye, Suffolk. In 1841 are living at Castle Street, Eye.
Henry Rush a Tailor and his wife Elizabeth Cutting married 1st August 1821 at- Walsham. In 1841 they were living at High Street, Ixworth.
Diana, nee Rush, Barker married Joseph Barker, a Miller, on 17th August 1824 at St Peter, Sudbury, Suffolk. In 1841 they were living at Old Market Place, Sudbury, Suffolk.
Susanna, nee Rush, Groom was married to Robert Groom, a Maltster and then Farmer on 22nd October 1834 at Mendleshaw, Suffolk.. In 1841 they were living at Wetheringsett, Suffolk.
Eleanor Rush married George Crack 30th September 1834 at Eye, Suffolk. In 1841 they were living at Redgrave, Suffolk.
Sorry to disappoint all you perves... I now have renamed this picture with more contemporary spelling as it was attracting a disproportionate amount of interest from people who I suspect weren't interested in historic buildings!
"Heraldry" on monument to John Simson d1697
www.flickr.com/photos/52219527@N00/13822753573/ erected by Rev John Sheppard of Wetheringsett to his dearly beloved friend "amici sui peramantissimi”
John Simson an apothecary had no claim to bear arms unlike John Sheppard. The carving on the black basalt lid of the tomb-chest includes a helmet above a shield that shows a cross, a crown of thorns and two reeds. Below them is written, “Haec Cuique Christiano Insignia” (the badges for any Christian). Simson’s arms are the shield of faith and the helmet of salvation (Ephesians 6, 16-17). An accompanying poem composed, presumably, by Sheppard himself, explains that the emblems evident on the shield lay no claim to a noble genealogy for Simson, instead, they symbolise Christ’s Passion: www.flickr.com/photos/52219527@N00/13849294544/
"We boast not here (kind reader) a descent from Brittish, Saxon or the Norman race;
Nor have we sought an Herauld to invent Some Hierogliphick draughts this stone to grace:
The figure of Christ's Cross we choose to wear the Crown which did his sacred temples tear
Badges that his disciples all may bear. No mantlings of rich metals, furs or dye
Th' Escocheon owns, (but plaine) to please the eye;
Such let this unclaim'd bearings mantle be, As best may shew our vests of Charitie.
No force, or wreath, the Helmet to adorn We claime, we give the Chaplet made of thorn;
The Sceptre reed presented him in scorn.
Thus here those instruments of shame and paine Which our Dear Lord for man did not disdaine
Of honourable arms we in the room Display, true ensigns for a Christians tomb.
Such Heraldry as this let none dispise Free from the Censure of the good and wise"
John Sheppard however added his arms to the monument www.flickr.com/photos/52219527@N00/13849295634/
John Sheppard seams to have also laid a slab in the chancel to another "amicus sunis"
Decoration on the entrance to the church at Wetheringsett in Suffolk.
Seen on our recent weekend away to Suffolk.
Wilby railway station, Mid–Suffolk Light Railway. Date unknown
Photograph: Ian 10B. Friday 24 August 2012
Camera: Canon EOS 550D
The Mid-Suffolk Light Railway opened in 1904 branching east from Haughley with the intention of crossing Suffolk to Halesworth. It was never fully completed and ended up with the line ending in the middle of a field east of Laxfield. It was bankrupt from almost the very start and closed in July 1952. Stations along the line included Gipping Siding, Mendlesham, Brockford, Aspall & Thorndon, Kenton, Monksoham, Worlingworth, Horham, Stradbroke and Wilby.
A railway museum has now opened at Brockford / Wetheringsett and the railway operates along a short stretch of track, it is hoped that the line will be extended in due course.
"Here lyeth the body of John Spelman esquier, who fyrst had to wyfe Judyth one of the daughters of Syr Clement Higham knight, and after Katherine ye daughter of William Saunders esqyer .
John had at the day of his death 4 sons and one daughter lyving viz Clement and William of the body of the said Judyth. & Robert , Francys and Bridget of ye bodye of ye sayd Katherine. John deceased ye 27th day of Aprell Ao 1581 "
(John Spelman of Narburgh 1581 was the son of John Spelman 1545 www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/17Mv1W & Margaret 1558 daughter of Sir Thomas Blennerhassett of Frenze 1531 flic.kr/p/rp8dxz & Margaret d1561 flic.kr/p/qsrvxx daughter of John Braham of Wetheringsett and Joan Reyden 1519 www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/4M48ZE
He m1 Judith 1570 daughter of Sir Clement Higham of Barrow Suffolk flic.kr/p/ag3hJy by 2nd wife Anne Waldegrave Bures
Children
1. Clement 1607 www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/fXKuk7 m1 1602 Anna dsp only daughter and heiress of Edmund Carvill / Kervyll of Wiggenhall ; m2 Ursula 1647 daughter of Sir John Willoughby of Risley 1602 by Frances daughter of Henry Hun
2. William dsp
He m2 Catherine 1608 daughter of William Saunders 1570 & Joan Marston Mynne Widow of Edmund Kervylle / Carvil of Sandringham & Calthorpes 1570 who m3 Sir Miles Corbet 1607 of Sprowston www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/57594Z
Children
1. Robert
2. Francis
3. Bridget m Anthony Drury of Besthorpe 1628 - Church of All Saints, Narborough Norfolk
Ledger stone on monument to John Simson
www.flickr.com/photos/52219527@N00/13822753573/ erected by Rev John Sheppard of Wetheringsett to his dearly beloved friend "amici sui peramantissimi”
John Simson an apothecary had no claim to bear arms unlike John Sheppard. The carving on the black basalt lid of the tomb-chest includes a helmet above a shield that shows a cross, a crown of thorns and two reeds. Below them is written, “Haec Cuique Christiano Insignia” (the badges for any Christian). Simson’s arms are the shield of faith and the helmet of salvation (Ephesians 6, 16-17). An accompanying poem composed, presumably, by Sheppard himself, explains that the emblems evident on the shield lay no claim to a noble genealogy for Simson, instead, they symbolise Christ’s Passion: www.flickr.com/photos/52219527@N00/13849294544/
"We boast not here (kind reader) a descent from Brittish, Saxon or the Norman race;
Nor have we sought an Herauld to invent Some Hierogliphick draughts this stone to grace:
The figure of Christ's Cross we choose to wear the Crown which did his sacred temples tear
Badges that his disciples all may bear. No mantlings of rich metals, furs or dye
Th' Escocheon owns, (but plaine) to please the eye;
Such let this unclaim'd bearings mantle be, As best may shew our vests of Charitie.
No force, or wreath, the Helmet to adorn We claime, we give the Chaplet made of thorn;
The Sceptre reed presented him in scorn.
Thus here those instruments of shame and paine Which our Dear Lord for man did not disdaine
Of honourable arms we in the room Display, true ensigns for a Christians tomb.
Such Heraldry as this let none dispise Free from the Censure of the good and wise"
John Sheppard however added his arms to the monument www.flickr.com/photos/52219527@N00/13849295634/
John Sheppard seams to have also laid a slab in the chancel to another "amicus sunis"
Wetheringsett Post Office around 1930. The post office was run by Herbert Palfrey (right) and his wife Lillie. They are with their children Herbert and Myrtle. With them is local customer Charlie Betts.
Original combined booking office and waiting shelter typical of those on the Mid Suffolk Light Railway, since relocated to Mangapps Railway Museum.
Three identical structures were provided on the MSLR at Horham, Laxfield and Worlingworth, with a larger variant used at Stradbroke, Kenton, Medlesham and as a variant at Aspall & Thorndon. Both Wilby and Brockford & Wetheringsett had smaller, even more basic sheds. Despite having closed in 1952, Laxfield, Horham and Mendlesham all survive although each have been moved from their original locations.
A guard's van and other rolling stock at Brockford & Wetheringsett Station.
Last night (20th February) the Mid Suffolk Light Railway opened Brockford and Wetheringsett Station for a Middy by Lamplight event. The original station building was lit only by oil and parafin lamps. A diesel shunter provided brake van rides.
Walk through Mendlesham and Wetheringsett, then past the "Middy". Hoping to see spring flowers as well
157787 a 20 ton goods brake van is seen at Brockford and Wetheringsett Station, home of the Mid Suffolk Light Railway. This was built for the LNER at Doncaster in 1929.
Walk through Mendlesham and Wetheringsett, then past the "Middy". Hoping to see spring flowers as well
Fowler 20337-1934 is seen preserved at Brockford and Wetheringsett Station, home of the Mid Suffolk Light Railway.
Original combined booking office and waiting shelter typical of those on the Mid Suffolk Light Railway, since relocated to Mangapps Railway Museum. Three identical structures were provided on the MSLR at Horham, Laxfield and Worlingworth, with a larger variant used at Stradbroke, Kenton, Medlesham and as a variant at Aspall & Thorndon. Both Wilby and Brockford & Wetheringsett had smaller, even more basic sheds. Despite having closed in 1952, Laxfield, Horham and Mendlesham all survive although each have been moved from their original locations.
Hello Dennis, I’m Dennis!
In this shot, having just arrived at Brockford & Wetheringsett Station to take part in the Mid Suffolk Light Railway's 2023 Bus Day, Nick Webster’s unique former Hutchings & Cornelius Harrington bodied Dennis Lancet UF type YYB 118 is seen parked up next to the MSLR's resident Dennis flatbed lorry. During the day YYB did two trips on the road run around the lanes, with full loads on both.
Having first entered service in August 1957, YYB was celebrating her 66th Birthday and along with the other seven buses/coaches in attendance - there isn’t much room for more than that - their combined age was just over 480 years, an average of 60 years per vehicle, all of them different, the oldest 84 and the youngest a mere 40 year old.
The second time I had visited the welcoming “Middy” and once again a good day was had by all, despite the occasional shower, with the chance to meet friends, both old and new.