Good Day "51"

Well, our incoming rain supposedly ended up spotty showers and going down the Columbia Gorge and up in the hills making them snow white with ice..in short, we didn't get any rain here that I'm aware of....we have to die from the "sands of the middle Eas"t thanks to our ties to  religion...angers me in ways. For it's counter productive of an "living earth" as God oringinally gave us.

I'm having problem sfinding an "Swifton Priory" south of Chippeham,

it was on an old map found in reference to the area by the site British

Hisotry on line...aboout towns in the area of soffolk County. I eve so far as tried to find information about the dissloution of the monestaries in the area also, so far no word...but I have some paperwork on it I think...it was an priory they were hiding George Planegent in before he fled to FRance and/or came to colonial America as an Lawson perhaps. Otherwords there could be an uncle and son or nephew relationship also. So I am looking at all these old churches that an person is going through and taking pictures of, and for the most part they sit out in an field...most of them have been ransacked in the past, and letting this author of his book tell us what he knows about the church and show us some pictures, trying in his own way to preserve what little is left of them and thier history.

It reminds me of this book I read one year...where this young woman and her father have become estranged because of his marriage recently to another woman, wiith an daughter would like to separate her and her father who raised her after her mother died.  She's in an car going across England, when she gets caught in an blindily storm and pulls over to the side of the road, near this quaint relic of an church to wait tout the storm.  An flash of ligthening, she begins to hear soemone stirring about...scared, she looks around to come heat to head with this fella in weird clothing..looking like he came out of the past...and so it is he did. After an rather bumpy start to the relationship..she finds herself helping him, as he's in an time warp of some kind.  He eventually finds out he was sent back there to strighten out the record of what's been said about him. But of course, he has to be in the meantime helped to be part of the today world that he is living in...in the end of the book...they have to enter an castle that's guarded for " tours" so he can retrieve some documents out of an secret box hidden in the wall....which will clear his name. Up until that time you have followed them in an relationship throughout the book. Finding what he needed, they don' tknow quite what will happen when he "goes back"...and they make passionate love fo rthe first time that night in thier room.  She relaizes she loves him but has no answers as to ever seeing him again possibly. Hehas helped her become an stronger woman, an done without this new family of her father's constantly setting her for an fall.  WEll,  he steps through the veil of time and more or less dissappears. She's on th eairplane headed back to the states, silenty crying her heart out, when an man asks her to move over please....she does so...and finds out it's this lover of hers returned in the world of today permanently apparently...and an good ending.. By then your feeling so miserable for her, your half crying with her. So reading about Suffolk churches out in the middle of the fields near nothing, because everythign around has crumbled back into the earth is oneof memories in something. The rest I get from my document sI've found and paperwork. Book would of made an good film with the right people in it. The historians seem to agree with what this doucment I found on this priory says...being that the war of Roses started from an murder in the area of Humphrey, Duke of Glouchestire whom was murdered there...touching the War of roses off....George say's the problem was the "red rose"..not the white one.

But anyway....I have upteen number of wills and business papers..by the British Hisoty on line web site that I'm going through right now also. maybe I can find something that will help me...if this priory still exists, it probably does under and different name possibly. My best guess at this time would be Clare Priory...because Lionel of antwerp is buried there and so are the Howard whom married Elizabeth Lawson. Thsi family became of branch of the Planegent's that were 1641)...he briefly sat an term in

Parliament, three times elected as an mayor of the town, he has an young son named William at his death whom at majority inheites an house in the area...and in the care of the Duke of Northcumberland until then..he has an sister named Elizabeth also..I don' tknow it this is the early William Larcom I have records on over here, with an wife "elizabeth" listed, but nothing known about her or not...or if he could be the one at Oxford college under Cardinal Woolsey. It's about that time era element for them. Robert Lawson of this area would later be beheaded by Queen Elizabeth I. The Magma Carta was signed by King John in this area, and I've always felt that his surname being called "Lackland" or the youngest could of been changed to Larkin also.  Another reference to them is one RichardDe Clare invovement also. I guess I'll find the answers in all good time perhaps. Have an good day everyone. We are all talking about the possibilty if we don't get back to winter we will lose our Spring flowers..and defineately the summer ones from drought. Pray thngs go back to "normal" for the seasons. 

Yes, I got some help in the posting I see...we are talking about an

Robert Larcum family in the area after the date of 1641 ..his time areawas 1569 to 1641. He was a Mayor in this area of Isleham I would guess three times, foregoing the third term due to his health and old age. 

Yes, how is everyone coping with your weather over there...we have the pres. "State of the union" address on TV right now...I'll read it and see it for several days I guess you know... as they pick it to peices..lol.

Our rain finally came in at 3:30 pm this afternoon...and it's been an slow kind of normal winter rain with no wind so far, kind I use to sit in my chair an read an book...  by the fireplace.  So it's welcomed. We have it turning back to sunshine again in an couple of days. 

I found an town called Swindon not to far from Reading, England..but not the Priory as of yet. It says that "Swin" stands for pig...and "dun"for hill..I guess there were an lot of pigs being raised in the area, but I got another thought on that...being it might mean...since there are evidences of iron works in the history meaning.."Pig Iron" Hill  Place they use to do smelting of Iron Ore No doubt the mention of finding evidence of early Roman's in the area and perhaps black smithiing. Hum, there's an history about that also, as it was greatly needed during the times of wagon making, door handles, caste iron wood  stoves, farm tools, guns and rifles...and of course in England...probably weapon and battle armor. Not to say that they may of had pigs there also. They also mention the old kings wrre there in history or near by. Makes me think of his army perhaps also.

Interesting posts again Shirley. Swindon is just 30 miles from us here in Wheatley...

Hi to all POEsters, have a good day dear friends.