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Historic maps of Salperton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Salperton maps
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Northleach| Upper Slaughter| Bourton-On-The-Water| Sudeley Castle| Lower Slaughter| Chedworth| Winchcombe| Sherborne| Lower Swell| Colesbourne| Upper Swell| Cleeve Hill
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Northleach
My father's family was from Northleach going back to at least 1795. In 2006 I finally was able to visit the town.
My Great Grandfather, Herbert Charles Earle was organist and choirmaster at St. Peter and St. Paul for fifty years until his death in 1949. He was, like his father and grandfather, a carpenter. His wife Annie Dance was schoolmistress at Hampnett nearby. Their son William Herbert Earle died at Arras, France in May 8, 1917 and is remembered on memorials in the church and in the town square.
My Great Great Great Grandfather John Earle is buried just inside the gate to the churchyard, the first gravestone to the right of the footpath. Other relatives buried there include my grandparents Frederic and Lily Earle and several Enoch's and Day's.
The Earles lived at East End for a time, and then at 3 College Row, where my father was born. Following the death of my great Grandfather, his wife Lily moved into Sunnyside Cottage near the Market Place.... Read more
Reference to Northleach.
I have no personal memories but my family history shows me that the HART familiy lived and worked in the nearby villages and some were born in North and East Leach.
I am curious as to life in a bygone English village. Also about the 'wool' industry, which eventually declined - Arlington Mill - would have been the place of work for many of our forebears - and one address I have is of Manor Cottages, most likely tied cottages. Generations later and the Harts moved to Birmingham, as did many country families, with the wool trade declining in the area and farming becoming more mechanical, there is a whole lot of social history about this which includes education and poor living conditions in the towns and cities. I would suspect that country folk were healthier and more robust than town folk, it must have been hard to accept the change.
Christobel Knight[ nee Salmon] 19/7/09.
Thomas The Vicar
My great-great-great grandad was vicar of Northleach church in the late 1700s until 1816. His name was Thomas wilkinson. I visited Northleach earlier this year and I love it. It was interesting chatting to the owners of the Red Lion which one of Thomas's sons was landlord of for a time in the 1800s.
Auntie's Tea Gardens
My mother's family once lived at the vicarage in Upper Slaughter, when my grandfather, Rev Arthur Parr, was vicar. My mother married and moved away to Yorkshire, where we grew up, but as children, my sisters and I stayed once with our auntie and cousins in their pretty Cotswold stone cottage while our parents attended a wedding. It was our first time away from our home, and it was so lovely. The garden was full of vegetables and flowers, with a greenhouse, I think - so well tended. It was no surprise when later my auntie made a tea garden there. When I was expecting my first baby I visited again, this time with my husband, and we sat in that lovely garden with a traditional Cotswold tea and cakes made by local village ladies. I can almost smell the sweet peas.
It's Worth Having A Closer Look
It is worth looking closely at the people in the pictures within the Frith Collection, as you never know who you might recognise.
Within this photograph you can see a couple of ladies sat on a bench, and in the distance a man with two children, a boy and a girl. The lady sat on the bench on the left is my mother Molly, sat next to my grandmother. The man in the distance is my father Fred, with my brother and sister probably badgering him for some money for sweets.
I couldn't believe it when I came across this photograph, I am so in awe and hope that many others find photos of lost friends and relatives.
A Game of Soccer in The River
Every year there would be a game played in the river in the village using the bridges as goal posts and is, as far as I am aware still played today. It would be around 1955 that my late father, Frederick Tarte, was a referee at local football matches. My father attended over a number of years at the games in the river, as he was stationed at RAF Rissington. Fred arrived one year in a bowler hat and holding a briefcase, upon his arrival he open the briefcase and pulled out his referee's whisle, rolled up his trousers and entered the water ready for the match. The referees in subsequent years then also arrived in fancy dress to the amusment of all. This summed up my dad, he was certainly a joker at times.
I am proud to be one of his children.
Trips to Bourton-On-The-Water
I used to walk along muddy tracks and climb over stiles, cross fields and even a busy dual carriageway to get to Bourton from Lower Slaughter. The first time we visited Bourton we went to the museum which houses vintage cars and many more curios. I believe it started as hobby and grew from that. I can't remember the name but it was a charming olde worlde place with an atmosphere to match, there was something to interest everyone. Apart from the outstanding beauty of Bourton, (it was buzzing with tourists at certain times of the year), it also had its own community, people working in everyday situations who happen to live in an idyllic setting. Another attraction in Bourton-On-The-Water was the cream cake cafe, which didn't sell the average cream cakes, the cakes were giant sized from massive chocolate eclairs to huge scones - absolutely fabulous! I am sure that I saw the village on an episode of "Inspector Morse" at one time. I look forward to the day... Read more
