A bizarre juxtaposition of events happened yesterday.
Back at the very beginning of the history pages on chitterne.com I was contacted by Peter Ashley of Trowbridge who was researching, not his Ashley forbears, but his Feltham ones. He had done a lot of research and had a website of his own to put his findings on public display. It was through him that I started adding links to other researcher’s websites on the Chitterne history pages.
Peter also wrote articles about his interesting finds, such as Isaac Feltham’s Family Bible, which I was pleased to be able to add to my list of links on the Chitterne People page. It all helped get Chitterne History off the ground.
Yesterday his son turned up from Canada and told me Peter had died two weeks ago. It was a sharp reminder of time passing and the first time I have had a visit from a second generation history researcher, who was here investigating the Ashley side of his family.
I looked up Peter in my files to see exactly how long ago we met and exchanged emails, but it was so long ago that I hadn’t even started keeping a file. However, I do know he wrote Isaac Feltham’s Bible in 2002, as he added the date to his article, linked here in memory of Peter: http://www.chitterne.com/history/isaacsbible.html
All this happened before villager Alan Sprack’s funeral. Another good friend and history help gone, another sharp reminder of time passing.
Alan’s collection of old Chitterne postcards and memorabilia were crucial to me in the early days, and on until his death. He was always fascinating to talk to. He had such a wealth of knowledge about the old days in the village, not just farming, but the whole of life here. He will be missed.
We were not able to be in the church due to the current restrictions, but I’m almost glad in a way because we were able to witness Alan’s last ride to church on a trailer pulled by a tractor. He was taken at walking pace from Brook Cottage to the church in a willow casket topped by flag and flowers, led by a gentleman dressed smartly in black top hat, caped coat and toting a black cane. What a sight that was, and what a fitting end to such a prominent member of our little community.