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St Mary, Aldham
| You travel along the busy Hadleigh to Whatfield road, with
its fearsome 90 degree bends. Just beyond a cluster of
houses, you take a sudden turn to the right, on to a
pretty track to Aldham Hall. Down through fruit trees you
descend, until the walls become older, and there at the
end are the farm buildings. Beyond them, is this pretty
church.
St Mary on its ancient hilltop - although much of what you see is actually 19th century. If the church is pretty, the view from it is doubly so - to the south, the land drops away alarmingly, into a valley full of sheep. This is lovely, and splendidly English. Nothing could be more peaceful. But beyond, the land rises to a dark sea of trees, the mysteriously named Wolves Wood, now an RSPB reserve. Looking along to the right, the other hilltop is where the Protestant preacher Roland Taylor was burned at the stake in the 1550s, a site of pilgrimage for his many American descendants - and, more unhappily, for extremist protestants. Ian Paisley, leader of the Democratic Ulster Unionists, was a recent visitor. One imagines the villagers gathered outside this church, watching the flames and smoke rise.
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| This church was derelict by the mid
19th century, and underwent a fairly late restoration, in
1883. The tower was rebuilt, as was the south wall of the
nave. The roofs were replaced, giving an overwhelmingly
Victorian appearance - although Mortlock detected the Norman, and possibly Saxon,
ancestor. The hill itself suggests a very early
foundation, perhaps on a site of pagan worship. The architect was W. M. Fawcett, and there was another restoration of the inside in the early 20th century. The resulting interior is one of those neat and shiny jobs that is certainly grand, and pleasant enough, but rather dated now. Our late 20th/early 21st Century spirituality seems to respond more to dusty, ancient interiors than to these Victorian ritualisations. But I had a sense of a church that is much loved, well-cared for, and used regularly.
And it is not without its medieval survivals, a couple of which are fascinating. For a start, there is the chancel, with its original roof, some fine windows, and a piscina in the sanctuary. But best of all are two bench ends. These are unlike anything else I've seen in Suffolk, and their primitive quality suggests a local origin. The one to the west apparently shows a bear, or possibly a lion. My first impulse was that it was some kind of heraldic device, but on reflection I think differently. Note the shaved off object it holds in its mouth. And is the pattern emerging from beneath the head really fur? My son took one look at it and decided that the creature isn't eating the bird, but the bird is flying out of its mouth. Could it be a dove? And could the three objects issuing from beneath the head actually be tongues of fire? In which case, could this be some strange composition representing Pentecost, and the descent of the Holy Spirit? In the spandrel above the bear, or whatever it is, there is a lily, the symbol of the Annunciation. But it is also a symbol of the crucifixion. It calls to mind the rare lily crucifixes, of which just two are known to survive in Suffolk, at Long Melford and Great Glemham. Could this be an unrecorded third?
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| To see early 20th century Anglican
triumphalism in all its hideous glory, step up into the
chancel, and examine the reredos and flanking niches. It
looks like something out of a French cathedral. I suppose
that it is really quite good, with the kind of neatness
one associates with 1930s stonework used here to
highlight medievalist detail. On the other hand, one
wonders what they can have been thinking of, to impose it
on this pretty little country church. Fortunately, the contemporary glass in the east window is very good, or else this confection would be rather embarassing. The wooden cross is not, presumably, what was intended by the designer. The stonework must have cost a fortune, and it is rather hard to imagine the same thing happening today, even if Stephen Dykes Bowers was coughing up for it.
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The rood either hung on the wall, or
was supported by a beam. However, there was always a beam
that ran below it for candles to be lit on. This was
called the candlebeam, or rood beam. The candles were
placed on it by individuals or gilds as part of the process of prayer - particularly
prayer for the souls of the dead. A rood loft ran beside
it for access, and the space beneath was infilled with a
rood screen. To make the rood even more glorious,
the roof above was panelled, and the panels were painted
blue, with gold stars, and perhaps Marian monograms. This
was called the canopy of honour, or more simply, the
coving (rendered delightfully in Suffolk dialect as Korvyn
above.)
The Catholic liturgy formalised prayers for the dead in the form of obit masses.These were said on the anniversary of someone's death in perpetuity. The proceeds of the sale of the six cows (kine) would be invested, probably in land to be rented, to pay a priest to say these masses - as long as the world shall stand; that is, for ever. Unfortunately, 'for ever' didn't last very long. Prayers for the dead were declared illegal by the protestant reformers in the late 1530s. By 1547, every single rood in the land had been toppled and burned. The rood lofts were hacked down, along with many of the candle beams (although about ten beams survive in Suffolk) and most of the rood screens were also destroyed (about 50 survive in Suffolk). Nothing of Robert Clifford's gifts survive at Aldham. All the gilt would have been stripped, the brass candlesticks melted down, and the proceeds sequestered by the King's commissioners. The collected glory of all the churches of England was squandered by Henry VIII on high living, and on the expensive and pointless siege of Boulogne. A sad thought. We stepped outside, and I wished my genealogist acquaintance all the best, as he headed on for Whatfield. I looked out across the gentle valley, the sheep cropping their way slowly westward. I looked beyond to Wolves Wood, and the site of Roland Taylor's martyrdom. I was hoping to get away with Naughton and Nedging before we reached Bildeston, so I descended the hillside to gather my family. The undergrowth was fragrant as I cut a swathe through it. I stopped to find out why, and discovered that it consisted largely of wild sorrel and wild thyme; in fact, the graveyard was full of the stuff. We gathered a few handfuls of sorrel, and ate them later that day, with fresh salmon and new potatoes. St Mary, Aldham, is just to the north of the A1071 Ipswich to Sudbury road. Take the turnoff to Aldham at Whatfield near Hadleigh. The memorial to Roland Taylor is visible from the A1071 near here. I found the church open and welcoming. |