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                I always get a frisson out
                of visiting Gislingham, because it is one of the
                few East Anglian churches with Knotts lying in
                the churchyard. Here, the large, deeply incised
                headstones to the west of the tower speak of
                solid mid-Victorian respectability, and although
                none of these Knotts have any connections to me,
                I find this strangely comforting. When my son was
                a teenager he especially liked the one which
                begins James Knott fell asleep, because
                that is his name, and he had a large photographic
                reproduction of that headstone up above his bed. 
                 
                One of my favourite sights of the red brick tower
                of St Mary is that from the walks on the Thornham
                Estate of the Hennikers. One can imagine the 18th
                Century squires treating it as a 'view' and
                planting their copses accordingly. Closer to, the
                tower dominates the local countryside, grand, yet
                mellow, one of the best red brick towers in
                Suffolk. Within the village itself the church is
                set rather tightly against the northern side of
                its churchyard, but the tower is a pleasing
                counterpoint to the surrounding houses. 
                 
                And the tower is unusual, because it was built as
                a replacement for a medieval tower in the years
                after the Reformation. The neglect that set in
                the Church of England in the later part of the
                16th Century would cause more than a few Suffolk
                church towers to collapse during the course of
                the next two hundred and fifty years, before the
                Victorians stepped in to rescue them.
                Gislingham's was one of the first to fall,
                hitting the ground in the winter of 1598. Robert
                Petto paid for the replacement in 1639, so it was
                probably an act of Laudian piety, and one that
                would have seemed heartily pointless through the
                twenty years of the Commonwealth period that
                followed. Come the Restoration, however, and John
                Darbye of Ipswich would cast two bells for the
                tower - he may be the same John Darbie who had
                given £100 for its construction thirty years
                earlier. Because of the early date, there are
                ecclesiological features which would be lost to
                brick towers for the next couple of centuries. 
                 
                Unusually, St Mary presents its north face to the
                village street, with the grand porch and busy
                graveyard belying any popular modern notion that
                the north side of graveyards were in some way
                unconsecrated. The tower was rebuilt flush with
                this side, not centrally as before. St Mary is a
                big church, and looks all of its forty metres
                long. You enter through the long north porch and
                the church you step into feels wide and open,
                with a sense of age not scoured by the 19th
                Century restoration. There is a fine
                double-hammerbeam roof which allows the great
                width of the church without any need for arcades.
                Sam Mortlock spotted pulleys on several beams,
                which were probably used for pulling up candle
                lights. 
                 
                St Mary has a good collection of fragments of
                medieval glass. The most significant scene is a
                Coronation of the Blessed Virgin, which is more
                commonly found in Norfolk. More beautiful are the
                fragmentary collections set below it, including
                one composite figure carrying the wheel symbol of
                St Catherine, and elsewhere a face, a foot,
                flowers and foliage and an exquisite roundel of
                the eagle symbol of St John the Evangelist.        
                        
                          
                        
                The church has undergone a
                lot of repairs in recent years, and for anyone
                who has visited it over that time it has looked
                increasingly fine. The font has suffered the
                knocks and indignities of the centuries, but
                bears a dedicatory inscription to the Chapman
                family, who also gave the porch outside. The
                sanctuary, with its dark wood rails and
                panelling, is beautiful in this ancient space.
                There are some box pews retaining their numbers,
                and the position of the three-decker pulpit
                halfway down the nave reminds us of the
                importance of preaching of the time. It is a
                reminder that, for a couple of centuries, it was
                the pulpit rather than the altar which was the
                focus of worship in an Anglican church. Of
                course, the Oxford Movement put a stop to that,
                and in any case I think the pulpit part of the
                structure is a modern replacement. 
                 
                Gloomy skulls peep from beneath drapery on the
                wall monuments. Elaborate tracery from the
                medieval rood screen is set on the north chancel
                wall. Sam Mortlock bemoaned its absence in 1987,
                when he described the condition of the inside of
                the church as being one of filth and decay.
                How very different things are today! 
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