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Serf on the Manor
My name is Henry and I am a serf on a medieval manor. Being a serf means that I am
owned by my lord. I have to farm his land for him and I must ask his permission to do
most things, like getting married. I must work his land for 3 days as have all
generations of my family. Some of my neighbours are Freemen. This means that they
own the land that they farm and that they are free to move around as they want. If
they want to stay in a place they have to pay the lord a tax and they must also give
10% of their crop to the local priest. This is known as a tithe.
My lord lives in a castle that is well defended with high walls and a drawbridge. My
home is very different. It has only one room which all my family stay in. The walls are
made of wattle and daub and the roof is thatched. It is very dark as it had only a few
windows so as not to let the heat out. There is also no chimney as the smoke has to
escape through the roof. In winter we often bring the animals inside for heat and to
keep them safe.
My diet is not made up of much and just like my home it is very different to my lords.
I mostly eat bread, cheese and pottage. Pottage is a thick mixture of soup and
porridge. The only times I have meat is at Christmas or when we are invited to the
lords castle. Sometimes I make my own ale to drink. My clothes like my food are very
basic. I wear a short tunic with woollen leggings. My wife wears a long woollen tunic
and a wimple. This is a type of headdress. My wife makes our clothes.
My life is revolved mostly around work but I like to try and have fun sometimes. I do
this by playing draughts and cards. I also like dancing and taking part in wrestling
matches. The best fun we have all year though is when the fair comes to town. It
brings with it exotic goods.
The lord has a bailiff who makes sure the manor is run well and that crimes are not
committed. My friend recently got caught poaching in the lords forest. As a
punishment one of his hands was cut off. I think it was harsh as he was only
attempting to feed his family. Other people are put in stocks and chains in the middle
of the village. Women who gossip are also put onto the ducking stool.
My only way of escaping this life is to escape for a year and a day. If I do this I
become a freeman and can do as I please. I must go now the bailiff is calling me.

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  • 1. Serf on the Manor My name is Henry and I am a serf on a medieval manor. Being a serf means that I am owned by my lord. I have to farm his land for him and I must ask his permission to do most things, like getting married. I must work his land for 3 days as have all generations of my family. Some of my neighbours are Freemen. This means that they own the land that they farm and that they are free to move around as they want. If they want to stay in a place they have to pay the lord a tax and they must also give 10% of their crop to the local priest. This is known as a tithe. My lord lives in a castle that is well defended with high walls and a drawbridge. My home is very different. It has only one room which all my family stay in. The walls are made of wattle and daub and the roof is thatched. It is very dark as it had only a few windows so as not to let the heat out. There is also no chimney as the smoke has to escape through the roof. In winter we often bring the animals inside for heat and to keep them safe. My diet is not made up of much and just like my home it is very different to my lords. I mostly eat bread, cheese and pottage. Pottage is a thick mixture of soup and porridge. The only times I have meat is at Christmas or when we are invited to the lords castle. Sometimes I make my own ale to drink. My clothes like my food are very basic. I wear a short tunic with woollen leggings. My wife wears a long woollen tunic and a wimple. This is a type of headdress. My wife makes our clothes. My life is revolved mostly around work but I like to try and have fun sometimes. I do this by playing draughts and cards. I also like dancing and taking part in wrestling matches. The best fun we have all year though is when the fair comes to town. It brings with it exotic goods. The lord has a bailiff who makes sure the manor is run well and that crimes are not committed. My friend recently got caught poaching in the lords forest. As a punishment one of his hands was cut off. I think it was harsh as he was only attempting to feed his family. Other people are put in stocks and chains in the middle of the village. Women who gossip are also put onto the ducking stool. My only way of escaping this life is to escape for a year and a day. If I do this I become a freeman and can do as I please. I must go now the bailiff is calling me.