St. Swithin Church

In the beautifully kept churchyard, these are the first two Muxlow stones you will see,

belonging to the Robert and Florence Mucklow family.

Robert Cecil Mucklow, beloved husband of Florence,
and Father of Honor, born July 1890 died May 1956

Audley Clement, Dearly beloved son of Robert and Florence Mucklow, born November 14th, 1924, died October 31st, 1949

Also his wife, Florence Mabel Mucklow,
born Oct 1888, died Sept 1961

To the left of the church near the large pine tree, is this monument, surrounded by an iron picket fence. Doug Muxlow pulled the vines aside so as to see the name.

Audley Mucklow, who died Oct (1805 or 1855 or 1865) aged 69 yrs

Continuing around, this is the other side of St. Swithin, still in its winter "garb."
We were told that it is not mowed nor groomed due to the black plague victims that are buried here.

Doug and Whitney looking for more Muxlow stones.

Whitney headed towards the street side of the churchyard.

Along the wall (arrow pointing to it) is one of the Muxlow stones.

Audley and Sarah Muxlow

Audley Muxlow and Sarah his wife

He died the 17th of May 1816 Aged 73 years,
She died 24 of April 1816 Aged 78 years

To the memory of Thomas, son of Thos. and Elizh.
who died 1st July 1834 Aged 42 years.

Whitney discovered this monument to Robert Mucklow.

In memory of Robert Mucklow, who died 19th of Feby 1876 aged 78 years

The other side of the monument is to his wife, Ann.

In memory of Ann, wife of Robert Mucklow, died Feby 28th, 1879, Aged 78 years

This monument had a lot of moss growing on it.

In memory of John Mucklow, who died Feb 23, 1905, aged 76 years

In affectionate remembrance of Alice, wife of John Mucklow, who died February 8th 1880, aged 43 years

The two Mucklow monuments next to each other.

Closer to the church are these six stones, back to back.

They are so weather-worn that you almost think there is nothing written on them.

But on several of the stones we were able to just make out some of the lettering.

In Memory of Audley Mucklow, who died ....

Whitney and I returned later after buying a small fingernail
brush to clean some of the lettering and a graphite stick to
make a rubbing.

It was late but not as dark as it appears in the pictures
as we tried our hand at making a rubbing.

Before we left we took one last look

at the ancestral resting place of so many of the Muxlows.