Steeple Ashton, St Mary's Church 1900
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Yet another clothier's church, St Mary's at Steeple Ashton had a steeple, as the village name implies, but it was blown down in 1670. Stone vaulting in the nave has been replaced with wood. The large impressive Perpendicular church has a four-stage powerful tower; the steeple gave the church an overall height of 186ft. The whole building has castle-like battlements and pinnacles. The chancel was rebuilt longer and higher than the original in 1853. Lavish porches set off the entrances to the church. The interior is just as spectacular as the exterior and is full of architectural and design surprises. There are many Georgian tablets, including one of coloured marbles to John Smith, 1775.

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A Selection of Memories from Steeple Ashton

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Mary unfortunately died after an incident; she will be highly missed by family and friends. She was only a teenager... it's a very difficult for everyone. I will truly miss her so much...
If it was Tuesday and school holiday my sister Carolyn and I would go with Grampy Smith the village blacksmith to Trowbridge market. Having helped harness the pony, Peggy, to the old milk float, we'd climb in to Grampy's command "Jumpy up, then". A quick stop to check with Granny that the shopping list was correct, then as the church clock struck nine we'd set off. There was always a ...see more
I remember as a young boy sitting on the war memorial with my grandparents Elwin (Jim) Andrews and Mable (Olive) Andrews, watching the gliders from Keevil and talking to passersby on long sunny evenings. People would stop and talk for ages and it was fascinating to hear the village gossip. I remember in particular Mrs Scarborough would often stop for a chat.