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Halsway Manor
I discovered this amazing place in 2006 and only wish I had known of it 50 years ago as it is an oasis of rural bliss where folk musicians and dancers meet like-minded people to practise and learn from one another. I first went there to meet some folk musicians one Sunday evening so I took along my piano accordian to join in the session in the Halsway Manor bar. It was really wonderful to be able to play in such a grand atmosphere. Since then I have returned a dozen times for similar music groups and on one occasion I went along on a summer afternoon to see the maypole dancing on the Halsway Manor front lawn.
Childhood
My father came to Townsend Farm as the tenant in Sept 1940. The farmhouse is shown on the left in the picture titled Townsend. At that time I was only 15 months. My earliest memories are of the later war years. We had evacuees from Bristol living in part of the house. I also remember sitting on the garden wall which was alongside the main road and being thrown chewing gum by the American soldiers billeted at the nearby camp at Alfoxden. My brother and the boy in the other half of the house, Vernon, were green with envy when they got home from school.
My father had milking cows, milked by hand in the war years. He supplied milk to the villagers which had to be collected from the farm by the village children and delivered to their neighbours before going to school. I well recollect ladeling out a pint or half-pint measure into an enamel jug or can with lid and well schooled... Read more
How Things Change
This is my house where I was brought up since the age of 10. How things change over the years - it is no longer a post office, it changed to a cafe and now is a two-bed bungalow attched to the house behind.
Working Life Memories.
As a boy of 11 or 12 I left school everyday at 3.30pm. I then drove the cows to Mr Goodings Mill about 30 or 40 yards away from Mr Shepherd's shop. After being milked I drove them back again. In wintertime I'd grind up mangolds. I was paid 1/6 for this. Then I worked at Mr Shepherd's shop running errands and did odd jobs etc. I remember very well he had fowl houses under the Bridge road but the Council made a hole in the road and horse-drawn lorries drove to the top and tipped everything down the hole until it filled up. That part of the road is called The Ramp. Opposite my old home lived Mr Taylor who did odd jobs with his horse and cart. His home caught fire and burnt down as there was no water. After this the Council dug up the road in several places to find where the water pipe was. I am over... Read more
Albert Terrace
This is a picture of Albert Terrace where my mother lived at no 3. THe Bates family. I'd be interested in anyone who has any information.
Halscombe.house.washford .1942
I lived at Washford from 1942 to 1958. The house I lived in was Halscombe and I went to school in Minehead
and was in the sea scouts at Watchet. If anyone can remember me from that time, please get in touch. we went to school on the train in the good old days
Yours, Keith Duckworth
Grandmother And Grandfather, Also Aunts & Uncles Lived in The Village
My grandmother and grandfather had the general store and post office. Their name was Cridland. One of my aunties and uncle Charles had a house down by the church, their name was Hunt. The other auntie, Edie, and uncle Bert lived in the house in the photo, their name was Cannon, Pat and Gwen. My name is Beryl. We came to the village when the was was on. I was eight. My mother was Chris Mitchell and my father was Rowland. Chris was the daughter of gran and grandad Cridland.
