November 2016 News

 SAWTRY HISTORY SOCIETY 40th Anniversary 1976 -2016

Sawtry History Society is 40 years old this year. It was formed in 1976 as Sawtry and District Archaeological Society after a successful dig in Sawtry Fen in 1974 when several Roman burial urns were found. The original meeting place was Sawtry Village College now Sawtry Academy and other projects such as field walks and digs took place in the years that followed noteably a dig in the fields at Archers Wood called Sawtry Judith Manor site in 1979, however it is believed that it was a Grange belonging to Sawtry Cistercian Abbey of St Mary. Sawtry Judith Manor site is believed to closer to the Abbey as there was a village settlement around the Church near the Abbey also named St Marys that stood there when the Domesday book was written in 1086. Many artefacts were found at the Archers Wood site and at other digs which we still have in the SHS Village Archive and can be seen at History Society Archaeological events or viewed at the Archive upon request.

  

Armistice Day November 11th 2016

Lest We Forget      

 

WW1 Poems

The Soldier by Rupert Brooke

IF I should die, think only this of me:

That there's some corner of a foreign field

That is forever England.There shall be

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,

A body of England's, breathing English air,

Washed by the rivers, blest by the suns of home.

And think, this heart,all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,

In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

In Flanders Field by Major JohnMcCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.