The Francis Frith Collection.
You are here:

Tintinhull

Tintinhull photos

Displaying the first of 15 old photos of Tintinhull.   View all Tintinhull photos

15
View all 15 photos of Tintinhull

Tintinhull maps

Historic maps of Tintinhull and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis.   View all Tintinhull maps

Tintinhull area books

Displaying 1 of 11 books about Tintinhull and the local area.   View all books for this area

Memories of Tintinhull

Tintinhull memories
Read and share Tintinhull memories

Displaying a selection of personal memories of Tintinhull.
Add your memory of Tintinhull or of a photo of Tintinhull.

 

Elm Tree

I remember well the village green ,the stocks and the enormous elm tree, we had to walk from school beside St Margarets church, over the green, past the tree and the stocks to the village hall where we had our lunch(ugh school dinners) do you remember Mrs Kensington? Sorry to say the tree was lost to dutch elm disease, the stocks were moved to side of the main walkway into the churchyard.
Great memories of the village I left in 2000
Wendy Leach

Rollerskates

Just like to say I have many happy memories of rollerskating down past the green and went to school just by the church in the photograph and remember the stocks on the green. Are they still there by the big oak tree?

Happy Days!

My young years from the age of 5 to 19 were spent in Tintinhull. I had a very happy time there going to a very good school (I remember Mrs Bradbury). I used to have great fun with our village carnival which was always a great success. When I was older I belonged to the village drama group which was most enjoyable and which I was so proud to be a part of. In 1967 I came back to Tintinhull to live with my 2 children Sean and Debbie who also went to the village school and enjoyed many happy years in the village and who also took part in the carnivals. So many happy memories, too many to mention.

War Time Memories

I was evacuated to Tintinhull during the war years, and remember getting off the train at Pen Mill Station with my gas mask case, and waiting for someone to look after us. I was lucky, there was a Mr and Mrs Lye took me to their home in Montacute Road facing what used to be an allotment where Mr Lye used to garden.
I spent many years with them, a few little thing stick in my mind. Going to the glove factory to pick up the parts for Mrs Lye to sew together and then we would take them back, also on a Sunday morning the fire brigade would set up a target in the square to do their practice, and the large fish pond at Tintinhull House.
The old school where we used to go sadly burnt down years ago.
Many happy days.
I think this is what brought me back to Somerset thirty eight years ago and loving every minute.

Somerset memories

Drayton Family of Montacute

My family the Draytons lived in Montacute for most of the 1800's. The lived quite a lot of their life in Bishopstone St. If anyone has any more information about what Montacute was like in those times, or about Townsend Poor House Cottages, I'd love to hear from you.

Elissa

Wartime Memories

I have some very fond memories of Montacute when my sister and I were sent to stay with some very distant relatives during the war. We were living in Kent at the time and my mother was very worried for our safety when the blitz of London started and we were sent down to Montacute and stayed with 'Aunt Em' and 'Uncle Will', no other details known but their house overlooked a farm which I seem to remember being "Shere Farm" and a lovely lady - Mrs Shere - made our stay very welcoming. I'm in my seventies now so my memory is not what it used to be but there were two sons on the farm who took me under their wing and looked after me. If anyone can throw any light on this farm I would be most grateful - its probably been built over by now though. The house we stayed in was directly alongside the railway line and overlooked the farm, we were... Read more

:)

I love this place, I grew up around here and all my family are littered all over the place.

I used to get my old dead dog macky to drag me up to the top and then I'd drag him back up. I'd always get stuck in the mud and i'd fall out of my wellies. Oh I miss being a child and running round here and watching all my uncles and grandads getting drunk in the club.

:)

x

© Copyright 1998-2012 Frith Content Inc. All rights reserved.