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- Take (a woman who has recently given birth) to church for a service of thanksgiving
- one of the groups of Christians who have their own beliefs and forms of worship
- perform a special church rite or service for; "church a woman after childbirth"
- a place for public (especially Christian) worship; "the church was empty"
- (of a plant) Produce flowers; bloom
- bloom: produce or yield flowers; "The cherry tree bloomed"
- Be in or reach an optimum stage of development; develop fully and richly
- Induce (a plant) to produce flowers
- a plant cultivated for its blooms or blossoms
- reproductive organ of angiosperm plants especially one having showy or colorful parts
- Plot (a course) on a chart
- make a chart of; "chart the territory"
- Record on a chart
- a visual display of information
- a map designed to assist navigation by air or sea
- Make a map of (an area)
St John the Baptist, Felixstowe, Suffolk With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash and the next wave mingle, A mounting arch of water weedy-brown Against the tide the off-shore breezes blow. Oh wind and water, this is Felixstowe. In winter when the sea winds chill and shriller Than those of summer, all their cold unload Full on the gimcrack attic of the villa Where I am lodging off the Orwell Road, I put my final shilling in the meter And only make my loneliness completer. In eighteen ninety-four when we were founded, Counting our Reverend Mother we were six, How full of hope we were and prayer-surrounded "The Little Sisters of the Hanging Pyx". We built our orphanage. We built our school. Now only I am left to keep the rule. Here in the gardens of the Spa Pavillion Warm in the whisper of the summer sea, The cushioned scabious, a deep vermillion, With white pins stuck in it, looks up at me A sun-lit kingdom touched by butterflies And so my memory of the winter dies. Across the grass the poplar shades grow longer And louder clang the waves along the coast. The band packs up. The evening breeze is stronger And all the world goes home to tea and toast. I hurry past a cakeshop's tempting scones Bound for the red brick twilight of St.John's. "Thou knowest my down sitting and mine uprising" Here where the white light burns with steady glow Safe from the vain world's silly sympathising, Safe with the love I was born to know, Safe from the surging of the lonely sea My heart finds rest, my heart finds rest in Thee. John Betjeman - Felixstowe, or The Last of Her Order Much as we go to Long Melford to find out about the 15th century, so future historians will come to St John the Baptist to chart the course of the century just ended. For this church is the definitive statement in Suffolk of the liturgy and practice of 20th century High Church Anglicanism. Neither as eclectic as Spooner's Ipswich St Bartholomew, or as provincial as Phipson's Ipswich St Mary le Tower, this mighty church, the last work of the great Sir Arthur Blomfield, is the nearest thing Suffolk has to the grand and uncompromising High Church temples of west London. It has an unparalleled collection of 20th century stained glass; the best of this consists of a range of saints, spanning the century, from St Etheldreda in her high Victorian camp, to the modern Sts Hilda and Bede, both illustrative of the current Celtic revival in Anglican spirituality. Also worthy of note among them are the Arts and Crafts influenced James, Peter and John, the Lady Chapel glass east window of the Suffolk triumverate of Edmund, Felix and Fursey, and, as recently as 1982, St Thomas More, who exists elsewhere in a Suffolk Anglican Church at the extremis of Kettlebaston. Father James Mather informs me that More is at last recognised in the Anglican calendar in the new Common Worship lectionary, but this was not the case in 1982. As the foundations of Anglicanism were bought at the cost of More's life, it is bold indeed that this window commemorates More's martyrdom. Much of the glass is by Powell and co., and forms a document of that studio's work as well. But I am getting ahead of myself. Felixstowe is the nearest thing Suffolk has got to a traditional seaside town, albeit not as brash as Walton-on-the-Naze and Clacton across the river in Essex, or Yarmouth over the Norfolk border. The town separates naturally into a number of areas, each with its own main churches: Felixstowe Ferry, Old Felixstowe, Felixstowe Town, Felixstowe West End, and Felixstowe Docks. Suburbs include the medieval parishes (and medieval churches) of Walton and the two Trimleys, but only Old Felixstowe has a medieval parish church in the town itself. As the town expanded westwards at the turn of the century, the West End grew as an area of substantial red-brick town houses, some of them hotels and guesthouses, some sanitoriums, but the whole piece grander than anything else in urban Suffolk outside of Southwold or the Christchurch Park area of Ipswich. Nestled into this very comfortable area, St John the Baptist on Orwell Road is a beacon, the town's tallest building, a landmark from land and sea alike. It was also the only Suffolk church enshrined in verse by John Betjeman, in his poem Felixstowe, or the last of her order; not surprisingly, since it would be quite at home among the London churches he loved. Edwardian Felixstowe lost its holiday industry long ago. It is now but the favourite destination for daytrippers from Ipswich, the urban sprawl of which lies a bare six miles from the edge of Felixstowe's. But this area still has a holiday town atmosphere. There is a steep descent down the wonderfully named Convalescent Hill to the beach below, with crowds thronging the shingle and the leisure centre; but up here, it is another age, with the comfortable spring sun
Binham Priory Church, Norfolk
I have probably visited Binham Priory, near Wells Next The Sea, more than a dozen times in the last 40 years and I see something new or different every time I am there. Either this says something about my poor powers of observation or it says something about this wonderful building.
The Priory Church of St.Mary and Holy Cross was a Benedictine foundation and was a 'cell' of St.Albans Abbey founded in 1091 by Peter De Valoines, a nephew of King William the Conqueror. The priory was later endowed by King Henry I. King Edward I visited here and stayed for several days in 1285.
Being remote and away from the centre of English life it was inevitable that corruption might set in and Binham suffered from a number of unscrupulous or eccentric priors who quarrelled with the Abbot at St.Albans, sold the priory silver and indulged in lawsuits.
In 1212 the priory actually suffered a siege from Robert Fitzwalter. The Abbot had removed the prior so Fitzwalter produced a forged deed of patronage and said the prior could not be removed without his consent. The monks were reduced to eating bran and drinking water from the drain pipes before King John heard about their plight and swore: "By God's feet, either I or Fitzwalter must be King of England". The king sent an armed force to their relief and Fitzwalter fled.
In 1433 the prior and monks resisted a visit by the Bishop of Norwich but the villagers were on bad terms with the priory at the time - so the villagers made the Bishop welcome instead.
The end for the priory came in 1539 when King Henry VIII dissolved the monasteries and Binham was confiscated from the church and sold to the Paston family. The huge priory church was cut in half with the forepart retained as the parish church [it had always been so] and the afterpart including the transept and tower being much demolished and used for building stone elsewhere. The transept remains as gaunt ruins today but demonstrate it was once a major building.
An appeal in The Times newspaper in 1900 raised ?2,300 which paid for a new roof on the parish church and saved that half from utter ruin. It now receives funding from English Heritage [who also look after the adjacent priory ruins], The Historic Churches Preservation Trust and the Norfolk Churches Trust.
Architecturally Binham is very unusual. If correctly dated to 1226 to 1244, the bar tracery of the bricked up west window could be the earliest in Britain. This style had first been used at Rheims in 1211 and did not appear at Westminster Abbey until sometime after 1245.
Internally the nave arcades were started in 1130 in Norman style but - as building work was slow - the arcades are finished in the distinctive Early English style. In places this change is diagonal showing that the lower arcades were built first in the earlier style.
Another striking feature inside is the remains of a former rood screen of 1500 showing Christ as the Man of Sorrows. This only survived because a Biblical text was painted over it later. The later paint has slowly flaked off over the years revealing the rich medieval illustrations between the letters.