Edward Burgh - Marriage

Marriage

His first marriage, at the age of 13, was to the 9 year old heiress, Anne Cobham, daughter of Sir Thomas, de jure 5th Baron Cobham of Sterborough and Lady Anne Stafford (daughter of, who had been "affianced" to the recently deceased Edward Blount, 2nd Baron Mountjoy: she brought him ownership of Sterborough Castle. Anne Cobham succeeded to the title of 6th Baroness Cobham de jure in 1471. They had two known children: Thomas and Sir Henry Burgh.

It had been thought that the 2nd Baron married Catherine Parr, who went on to become the sixth wife of Henry VIII, in 1529, when she was age seventeen, but the 2nd Baron died in August 1528. It is now accepted through recent research of documents and the will of Catherine Parr's mother by biographers Susan James, Linda Porter, and David Starkey that she married the 2nd Baron's grandson, who shared his first name. Sir Edward Burgh was the eldest son of the 2nd Baron's eldest son, Sir Thomas Burgh, who would become the 1st Baron by a new creation in 1529. In her will, dated May 1529, Maud Parr, mentioned Sir Thomas, father of Edward, saying I am indebted to Sir Thomas Borough, knight, for the marriage of my daughter. At the time of his son's marriage, Thomas, was thirty-five which would have made Edward around Catherine's age. Edward was in his twenties and may have been in poor health. Sir Edward Burgh died in the spring of 1533, never fulfilling the title of Lord Burgh.

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