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This website is dedicated to the men from Morland and the surrounding area who lost their lives in the service of their Country

There are sixteen names on the memorial of those who lost their lives during WW1 and one name from the Boer war

If you have any information about the men and women from Morland and the surrounding villages who took part in WW1 that you would like to share please contact Jean Scott or Dean Langhorn.

The Memorial can be found in the graveyard of St. Lawrence Church, Morland at the top of of the village just before the entrance to the church. (NY598236). It is in the form of a tall Celtic cross made from red sandstone on a red sandstone square plinth, with a four stepped base. 

There are sixteen names on the memorial for the 1914-1918 war.

 

The memorial was unveiled on Sunday 24th October 1920 by The Dean of Carlisle

Inside the Church on the north wall is a handsome framed mural tablet in bronze dedicated to the fallen with the names of the men of the village who died during the First World War.

The inscription on the memorial states:

                                        

Research Carried Out by Jean Scott, Brenda Larkin, Barbara Hayhurst and Dean Langhorn.

Thanks also to Martin Edwards Webmaster - www.roll-of-honour.com

Many thanks to all the contributors to this site.

Commonwealth War Graves Commission

A Bugler’s Remembrance by Ian Butterworth 

13 November 2016

‘Sergeant Robert Bellas, Private John Briggs, Private John Brown 

The vicar’s voice punctuates the still morning air.

Dark figures surround the war memorial on frosted ground.

Awaiting Bell’s toll and my bugle to sound.

‘Private Frederick Dent, Corporal Cornelius Hayhurst, Sergeant Stephen Hayhurst’

I grasp the tubing tightly,

Enclose the freezing mouthpiece between my lips and gently push warm air into the bugle,

Knowing the time is near.

‘Private William James, Seaman John James, Private Lowther L Kitching’

Such a long list from a small rural community,

Each name a family’s grief, an empty chair at each celebration, dark shadow over a generation.

‘Major Ronald A Markham, Private Thomas Ostle, Second Lieutenant Joseph Powley, Corporal John P Regan’

The trees are bare,

Stark against the blue sky,

Their covering fallen on the cold ground.

‘Private Matthew Shaw, Private John Threlkeld, Private Tom Wilkinson.’

A crow caws, a dog barks and I ready.

Stood to attention, bugle poised,

Waiting the familiar words.

‘They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.’

Deep breath in,

Cold metal on warm lips.

Concentrate, no slips.

‘We will remember them’ 

Silence.

The world is still,

Last Post emerges into the frosty air,

A haunting reminder of those who aren’t there.

                                                 Ian Butterworth