Sitting here in the aftermath of Christmas Day, I have decided to share with you a photo I took on Christmas Eve of a very old church.
Very Old Church
St Laurence’s Church is medieval, mainly built between the 12th and 15th Centuries. The South aisle and Nave were rebuilt in the 15th Century.
My photo shows the church from the North Eastern side. The windows are stunning inside, beautiful stained glass that were placed between 1850 and 1912. The church feels very old and traditional and we loved to go to the Crib Service that was held on Christmas Even before Covid. It hasn’t been on these last two years and now I feel my children are too old.
I have another reason for visiting this old church on Christmas Eve though. My Family are here.
My Dad was buried here in 1975, He was place 12 foot down to make room for my Mom to join him.
In 1996 we got permission to have my Nan’s ashes to be interned here and she has her own plaque (which you can’t see because its covered with plants and flowers.) In 2008, Mom joined them but she had already not to be buried as that would have meant digging up Nan, so she has her own little place. My brother was put on the gravestone when he died a week after our Mom. It was his choice to leave this world and the whereabouts of his ashes are unknown to most.
They have their plot on the West side of the Church near the highest part of the wall which is 9ft tall. When my Dad was buried there we could access his grave by steps which broke up the wall, but they were deemed unsafe to use and blocked off many years ago.
It’s always a difficult time when people are missing at Christmas, they say time is a great healer, and it does help. The memories are all you have left.
A big hug from me to you if you are missing someone this Christmas, it’s always hard. x