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Somerset memories
My Great Great Grandmother
Hannah Pursey born November 23, 1828, Catcott was my great great grandmother. she married Robert Barnett on February 14, 1850 at Moorlinch, Somerset.
BIRTH PLACE
I was born on the 22nd of August 1968 in Cheese Cottage, 1 Steel Lane, Catcott, and spent the first 18 years of my life in the same house, in the same room, with my brother, and 3 sisters.
Evacuation to Woolavington
My family (name of Marsh) evacuated to Woolavington to escape the continual bombing of London. We lived in 2, Church Street and my aunt and her family lived in No 1. At the vicarage, which I believe was just over the road from our house, there were two young boys whom my parents spoke of as 'the evacuees' which seemed strange to me as they looked like ordinary boys - I was three years old at the time. The vicarage also had apple trees in its garden and my brother Ray would pinch as many apples as he could reach.
The photo of Woolavington, the village, looks like the stores at the crossroads where Church Street met another more important road. If I'm correct then this is where Ray, aged five was knocked down by a car and injured his ankle, the scar of which he still carries today.
Ray was enrolled at the village school until we returned home in 1943.
Memories of Stockland, Bristol
My mother's father and mother Mr & Mrs Tom Dibble lived in the Cooperage, Stockland. Thomas's parents Thomas snr and Jane (nee) Palmer had children
Sam, George from the Old Oak pub on the Cornhill, Mary + Mrs Hunt previous Larson, others I can't remember names.
I remember sleeping in the Cooperage in a four poster bed, when Mary lived there, going across the road to fetch water from a pump, her store of milk, cream, eggs, ham and pork, jams and pickles. Having to curtsey to Miss Daniels as she rode by.
All Thomas's brothers and sisters worked at the Manor House, which I loved to go and see, sitting in the kitcen while Mary prepared the food for the manor. My grandfather was the carpenter, Sam worked in the forge, Mary as the cook, another as the housemaid.
I remember the farm next to the Cooperage, Daniels.
Most of the family are buried in Stogursey church, Sam lived opposite with his daughter... Read more
Woolavington Post Office And Stores
In 1968 my Dad became the Post Master for Woolavington and with Mum ran the PO and the stores until 1973/4. I have so many memories... the school (Mrs Hardcastle and Mr Moncrief) and the village, the farms and our neighbour taking potshots at us as we 'borrowed' apples from his trees! I was 8 when we moved in and found it difficult to settle to 'country' life - coming from the bustling metro of Bridgwater as we did! :) Loved the house with its thick walls and the main roof beam, still with bark on it and a date from the 1600s (not sure if it was valid though!). Walking down the hill and right on the corner - up to the back gate to the school and down the gully to the old school house - what history!
Those Lovely Days
These days Greylake's claim to fame is the council tip where people get rid of their rubbish, but when I was a little girl it was one of the greatest places in the world to me. If you go a couple of fields past the tip and look through the gateways you will come to a gate where nothing grows properly in a strip down the field. This is where the drove led down to two houses that belonged to my Granny Frampton and her brother Jimmy Martin. By the time I was born my Grandad and Jimmy were dead so I didn't know too much about them, apart that Grandad lost a hand in a threshing machine. One thing that always struck me as outstandingly different about the houses was the fact that every little bit of water that they used had to be fetched down the lane from the standpipe at the top and of course there was no electric or indoor plumbing. My Gran lived with my Uncle and a grandson... Read more
Holidays
We used to park our caravan in the last field along the lane, near the River Brue. One holiday we arrived in the early morning and just parked up in the field. We were awakened by our caravan rocking and looked out to see the cows coming in for their milking. We had parked where they usually walked 'home' and couldn't understand why we were in the way. We had to go out and shoo them round the caravan. We had lovely fishing in the River Brue and some lovely holidays.
Another year we arrived to find the cows had been eating the fallen apples in the orchard and were a bit tipsy!
