All work and no play makes Jack and dull boy.
Amidst the rolling hills and occasional leafy glades of the Peak District, I came across Padley Hall, a once great Elizabethan manor house, now nothing more than the foundations of it’s stone walls, ruined and broken. jon rosling
But these stones have the history of Padley written into them – an altar stone hidden for three hundred and fifty years, the hearth stones of a great fireplace, the steps, the foundations.
The Minster’s west front and north porch.
Southwell Minster – The heavy walls, sharp corners and definitive rounded arches peered out from the pages of a book I was reading – or was it an on-line, social media post? – late last year, drawing me in with it’s grand, austere Norman architecture and emitting an aura of the medieval times in which it was conceived.
The plain simplicity of it’s Romanesque west front reflects the piety and devotion to a Higher Power of those who built it. But in it’s simplicity the building’s architecture serves another purpose – a projection of power and authority, a domineering fortress to protect against an oft anarchic age.
This January, I finally managed to get inside St Leonard’s Church at Thrybergh to take some photographs of the inside of the building and of some of the quite grand memorials and monuments that can be found in there. Most of these memorials are linked with the names of families from the local area throughout the long history of the place and include the Fullertons and Reresbys. jon rosling
The Reresby family came by the estate at Thrybergh in 1316 when it passed from it’s previous owners, the Normanvilles. They – the Reresby’s – held it in an unbroken line for around the next four hundred years, with Sir John Reresby (1611 – 1646) becoming the first Baronet of Thribergh in 16421.
However, it’s not that Sir John Reresby that this blog piece concerns itself but his son, who became the second Baronet in 1634 on his father’s death. Continue reading
Rosling is not an uncommon name where I find myself writing this blog and Lincolnshire is a place my own little Rosling clan visit as a family often. It’s also somewhere that my own family hails from in the dim and distant past. While I’ve been aware of this association in my family history since I first started researching it in 2001, it was only last year that I actually found myself with the time to spare and in the right place to be able to visit the church at Tallington, where the earliest record of my direct line comes from. jon rosling
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