Showing posts with label tomb. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tomb. Show all posts

Thursday, 21 July 2016

Ipstones pomp


James Cope must have been quite a figure in the tiny Moorlands village of Ipstones during his lifetime.

This grand tomb memorial was built for his two wives (who both died before him), and then he was interred at this spot too, when he died in 1910.

I guess his family (or was it on his own posthumous orders?) then had the bust of James himself stuck on top.

It doesn't quite work, does it? Bit too pompous for modern tastes.

Tuesday, 5 January 2016

Bearing nine children in eight years...

Sir John Giffard & Wives tomb at Brewood

Poor Lady(ies) Giffard.  Sir John Giffard, who was the big-man in Brewood in the sixteenth century, had two wives, and had fourteen children with them. 
His first wife Jane had nine children in eight years, which is... well... incredible.  It's perhaps not surprising that she died in the throes of giving birth to her last child.

Sadly, most of Jane's children died young. Here you can see, on the side of the tomb, tiny statues that memorialise some of Sir John's children - the ones depicted in their shrouds are the ones who died young. A quick count shows that, of the ten shown, NINE died young.  The kind of grief the parents must have experienced almost seems beyond belief.
One touching item about this tomb (which you can't see here) is that there are three effigies on its top - Sir John is there lying squeezed in between his two wives. (See the Wikipedia page for a view).

Sunday, 28 December 2014

Wonderful (if sentimental) tomb-sculpture

Tomb-sculpture by Francis Chantrey at Ilam

The week between Christmas and New Year is when many of us take a 'brisk walk' in the countryside.  Out in the Peak District Ilam (a National Trust site) is a favourite choice.
The whole area is of course beautiful and also contains some lovely sights.  The little estate church is nearly always open - and worth going into for many reasons, not least the wonderful (if sentimental) tomb-sculpture by Francis Chantrey - which shows a dying man with his children...

Sunday, 21 September 2014

Tombstone quip

Epitaph on the Littleton tomb at Penkridge Church

I'm not sure whether the writer of the epitaph on this tomb at Penkridge Church is being rather learnedly-clever or writing with tongue-in-cheek. 
Maybe the point is that each of the relatives could interpret it as they wanted...?    Or maybe I'm reading too much into a few simple lines?

Here's the modern version:   
Reader!  It was thought enough, upon the tomb of that great captain, the enemy of Rome, to write  no more but 'Here Lies Hannibal'. 
Let this [the two lines, below] suffice thee then, instead of all [that might be written]:   Here Lie Two Knights, Father & Son / Sir Edward and Sir Edward Littleton.


Now, is the writer being sarcastic with his comparison of regional land-owners to a major figure of history like Hannibal?  Or respectful?  Or, very subtly, both?!

Saturday, 13 September 2014

Codsall tomb of bright colours

Sir Walter Wrottesley tomb, Codsall

This astonishing monument at St Nicholas Church in Codsall dates back to the seventeenth century when nearly all such grand tombs were decorated in such bright colours.  The fashion for unpainted stone came later.
Sir Walter Wrottesley is the grand lord's name.

Thursday, 8 May 2014

Jacobeans do Elvis, almost

Tomb of Robert Meverell, Ilam

Yet another ancient hair-cut to astound!  Why the Jacobean gentry thought it was a good idea to sport a quiff, as does this gentleman (Robert Meverell, entombed in Ilam Church), is hard to guess.   But then - who ever understands the vagaries of fashion anyway?

This is not the only 'Burton Peak' hair-style (as this cut was known) that you will find on a tomb in Staffordshire.  There's a rather handsome one in Forton too.

(There's a rather nice set of reflections about Ilam Church in The Corners of My Mind blog)

This post appeared on the 'Surprise' page of the My Town Shoot-Out Photo-Blog

Monday, 28 April 2014

Skeletal effigy

Monument to Thomas Heywode in Lichfield Cathedral

This rather grim effigy is one of the oldest monuments in Lichfield Cathedral, dating back to the end of the 15th century.  The tomb-figure is that of Thomas Heywode, a dean of the cathedral, who seems to have been also responsible for maintaining its library.

Quite what the original figure looked like, I guess we may never know.  The monument, despite its great age, is not much talked about in the guides; and the actual piece itself is decayed, and almost tucked away, behind the North Door.  However, I can quite believe that the good Dean had no problem being represented in a skeletal way - they were not so squeamish about the processes of death in those days.

Sunday, 17 November 2013

Buried in Stone


This seventeenth-century tomb is rather weather-beaten - not surprisingly, as it has been out in the cold since 1749.  The old church that it was in then was taken down, and a new one built a few yards away, which still stands.  Quite why the pair did not move back into the new church is unclear.
The knight (probably Thomas Crompton, lying in his father's sepulchre) and his wife have lost bits of legs and arms etc down the years.

You can see it in the town of Stone, by St Michael's Church.

This post was featured on the Cemetery Sunday website

Tuesday, 13 August 2013

Shakespeare in Staffs


Shakespeare and Staffordshire... are there any connections?  Erm, not really.  Write-ups about Stafford point out that the actors company that Shakespeare was a member of came to the town, but that's about it.

Howver, it's claimed that the two inscriptions on this massive tomb in Tong Church (which is on the Staffordshire-Shropshire border) might have been written by the Man. One of them reads:
Ask who lyes heare but do not weep,
He is not dead he dooth but sleep
This stoney register, is for his bones
His fame is more perpetual than theise stones
And his own goodness with himself being gon
Shall lyve when earthlie monument is none

...whose rhythm sounds a little trite for Shakespeare, but then, after all, this is a dedication, not a piece of thoughtful poetry.  However nothing is proven. 
For an interesting refelection on this debate, see The Shakespeare Blog

Monday, 1 July 2013

Wombourne's tomb-face mystery


This grotesque carving is on the tower of Wombourne's St Benedict Biscop Church and overlooks the main part of the graveyard.
It’s odd to see a carving in the centre of the wall; and not attached either to a water-pipe or a decorative part of the structure.

The other odd thing about it is that it might – or might not - be connected to the grandest tomb in the graveyard.
The family tomb to the Allens (see below) includes, as you can see, this inscription-tribute to Daphne Allen:  'Look Up And See Her Face'.
However… there is nothing on the top of the tomb, and apart from the trees, you see nothing except the sky by looking up … unless you look round at the tower.  Where the only face is that of the grotesque.
The two can’t be connected, can they?  I can’t find out anything more…


Thursday, 3 January 2013

Sapphic Anna grieves in Lichfield


This magnificent tomb is one of the first monuments you notice on walking into Lichfield Cathedral. It celebrates the father of the poet Anna Seward, and was erected in the last eighteenth century.
Anna, known as the Swan of Lichfield for her poetry, had nursed her ailing father for ten years before he died, and then commissioned this memorial; so the female figure in the sculpture represents daughterly grief, and maybe even can be said to symbolic of Anna herself.

Curiously, Anna has now been picked up by literary historians as a possible ‘Sapphic’ writer. She never married, and many of her poems express a longing for her close friend, and adopted sister, Honora, who died young.
She also made friends with the “Ladies of Llangollen Vale” two reclusive women writers of the time, who were known to wear semi-masculine attire.   In Stapleton Martin's monograph, she expresses support for women's rights, and a disdain for the type of marriage she saw around her.
I guess it’s possible – why not? – though no one has yet suggested she was a practising lesbian.

One other thing about the tomb is that it shows a bare-breasted maiden (representing Grief, or Daughterly Duty).
We nowadays find it odd to see bare-breasts on such a solemn piece, and in church too – but it’s possible that the bare chest is trying to show us that the figure of Grief is so distraught that she has let her clothes fall into disarray.

Related link:
Seward Tomb (in Public Sculpture of Staffordshire And the Black Country)

Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Ghost story for Xmas


A ghost story for you – seeing as it’s Christmas Day!

In North Staffordshire, the most famous ghost story is that of Molly Leigh (or Lee). 
She was a real person, and most likely was simply just a secretive woman – but she lived alone too, and that was enough to give any credulous eighteenth-century man his suspicions that she was a witch.
Sure enough after her death, she was ‘seen’, as if in life, sitting in her cottage with her pet bird.

And here the real story starts. The local parson, horrified at what had been seen, ordered her tomb to be turned sideways. Unlike all god-fearing folk, who are laid to rest east-west, Molly’s tomb, in the graveyard at St John's Church in Burslem, was now laid on a north-south axis - as you can see in the photo above. Molly's tomb is the big one on the right of the photo.
In fact, this was a very rare occurrence, so the tomb is quite an historical oddity.

Even until recently, local kids would dance around the grave singing “Molly Leigh, Molly Leigh, You can’t catch me” - but… it’s not advised… you never know what might happen...

Related link:
The story of Molly Leigh 

This post was featured on the Cemetery Sunday website

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Haircuts - then and now

Seventeenth century coiffure may not be the first thing you look for when going into All Saints Church at Forton - which is one of Staffordshire’s most significant historic buildings. 
However, Sir Thomas Skrymsher of Aqualate, depicted here, has a special haircut.

I’m told that Sir Thomas’s cut was known as a ‘Burton Peak’. (I don’t have actual evidence of this; it was just what I was told by a very knowledgeable man in the church itself, so I hope that's right!).

What is totally bizarre is that the current prime minister, David Cameron, seems to be exhibiting a similar quiff.  Look right - and check it out.
I know Conservatives look to preserve what is best of the past (Sir Thomas died in 1633), but reviving seventeenth century haircuts seems to be going a bit far…erm, doesn't it?

The piece was sculpted by Garrat Hollemans.

Monday, 22 October 2012

No body - no tomb

Less than a month after being 'adopted' by the people of Stafford during World war Two, the submarine Perseus was sunk off Cephalonia (later famous as the site of the book Captain Corelli's Mandolin). Only one man survived - the rest perished with the vessel, which was not re-discovered until divers found it in 1997.

This tribute to the crew can be found in the churchyard of St Mary, Stafford's parish church. Though it looks like a flat tombstone, and is placed alongside tombstones, it is better described as a memorial - because no one is interred there.

This post has been featured on Taphophile Tragics (the cemetery-enthusiasts' website)   

Monday, 24 September 2012

Lady of the roses

This entombed lady, and the chaplet / wreath of roses about her head, is nearly always the first item to draw the attention of the visitor coming to St Bartholomew Church in Tong. Tong is on the Staffordshire-Shropshire border. 

The story behind the roses is charming.
In medieval times, a local family had to place roses on the statue of the Blessed Virgin in the Lady Chapel at Tong Church once a year (on Midsummer Day). This act was part of a solemn agreement.
When, however, statues to the saints were removed from churches during the Reformation, the locals were not to be thwarted.  Instead they placed the roses on this tomb - which was next to the former Lady Chapel.

In a very English way, the tradition lasts to this day, though the roses are now more likely to be artificial (which is why they last so long, and can be seen on most days!).

By the way, the lady who lies in this tomb is Lady Isabel Pembrugge, who died in the mid 15th century.

This post has been featured on Taphophile Tragics (the cemetery-enthusiasts' website)   

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Devil thwarted - by pyramid

Pyramid-style mausolea aren't unusual, but this one (in Rodney Street, Liverpool) carries a tale.

It is said that William MacKenzie gambled, and one night promised that the Devil could have his soul - once he was "six-feet under" of course - if only he won a big hand. He did.
But MacKenzie had the last laugh. It's said that ordered the pyramid tomb so his corpse could sit in it, and that thus... he would never be "six feet under". Clever.

The graveyard beongs to St Andrew's Church, which has now been decomissioned, and is being turned into luxury flats.
The tomb is being saved I believe - so the new tenants there will always have the salutary warning of MacKenzie's caution in full view.

This post has been featured on Taphophile Tragics (the cemetery-enthusiasts' website)  

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Carved and trapped in stone

This carved face seems to me to be trapped in the very stone from which it emerges. The closed eyes and the strands of now dried-up vegetation make the image even the more intriguing.


Fradswell Church, which is where this memorial is sited, is a strange one, being very isolated and quite remote from the village itself.

This post has been featured on Taphophile Tragics (the cemetery-enthusiasts' website)  

Tuesday, 14 August 2012

Bored in graveyard

Forever she will sit in this graveyard - in the village of Dilhorne.

When I have a drink at the pub over the road  (The White Lion - which has fantastic sunset views), I like to wander over and pay my respects to her.
I guess her expression is meant to be one of grief, but it always looks to me to be one of utter boredom - and who wouldn't be bored, stuck forever in a graveyard?
Actually, her expression makes me laugh more than be melancholy...

This post has been featured on Taphophile Tragics (the cemetery-enthusiasts' website)  

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

The criminal Ladies In Linen

This curious tomb at Rugeley – in the graveyard of the old, ruined church of St Augustine – is known as 'The Ladies In Linen'. It shows two sisters side by side in their burial shrouds, which are knotted at both ends.

I can’t say I’ve ever come across a tomb like it before.
Looking up the story, it seems that the law at the time (17th century) insisted that people be buried in shrouds made of wool.  Yet these shrouds are depicted as being clearly of linen.
So, not only did these two indomitable ladies defy the law – but they made sure everyone knew they had! They must have been quite formidable...

Link: St Augustine, Rugeley / This post has been featured on Taphophile Tragics the cemetery-enthusiasts' website

Monday, 25 June 2012

Killed by a tennis ball

Anyone who thinks tennis is a soft sport should consider the case of the poor youngster John Stanley, who was killed by a tennis ball.
As you can see in this photo of his tomb, he is depicted holding the offending ball in his left hand, and, with his right, cupping his head, where the fatal missile struck.
The idea would be funny if it weren’t so sad.

Of course, the year of poor John’s death was 1460, and the balls then were made of wood (true), and medicine isn’t what it is now… but still.
I thought it best to mention this fact on the day that the Wimbledon tournament gets under way.

The Stanley memorial is in St Peter's Church at Elford, which you should visit if you get the chance. It’s a large and amazing church with many more monuments.


Link: St Peter's Church / This post has been featured on Taphophile Tragics the cemtery-enthusiasts' website