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Somerset memories
Porlock Hill
I remember coming down the hill in my dad's car and it was quite a worry, especially as dad said "Because it's a very steep hill they've put escape routes into the side of the hill in case your brakes failed". Me and my three bothers were very scared when he told us that. Also we saw the stag hunt hounds up on the very top.
Tom & Lizzie Cook
1948 - onwards. My Mother and her two cousins were brought up by their Aunt and Uncle as above and I spent all my childhood holidays with them. Great Aunt Liz was well known for her teas for visitors and ramblers from CHA Porlock. On such an occasion all the kettles we could find would be filled and put on the range, every tea cup & saucer, milk jug and sugar bowl would be washed and placed on as many trays (with tray cloths) as were available. She had difficulty understanding decimal coinage and everyone was still only charged 2s.0d. Uncle Tom was a good horseman working at Porlock Riding Stables, Porlock Weir, and a knowledgeable countryman. He could tell a good yarn and played at many dances with his squeeze box. They are both buried in the Churchyard along with my great grandparents and great great uncle Nath who retired to Worthy Lodge from Parsonage Farm collecting tolls at the... Read more
Allerford Pack Horse Bridge
When I was younger, my mum, nan and grandad used to take us to Somerset for our summer holidays and we always visited my nan's (Ethel Sedman) old house where she grew up. The house I'm relating to is the cottage always pictured with the pack horse bridge. I have many fond memories and can't wait to take my own kids there to show them where their roots are.
Summer Holidays
My grandparents lived in Porch Cottage in Luccombe.
I would often be taken to visit my grandparents but it was during the summer holidays I had the most fun.
Luccombe village is a magical place for a child and even more so in the summer months, it truly is one of the most beautiful places and the times I spent there are my happiest memories.
Karen Johnson granddaughter of Roy and Gladys Johnson.
Nan And Grandad's House
My Nan and grandad lived in the house on the left hand side of the street where the grey car is parked outside. It was a great place to play when I was a child. I loved this place. It was beautifully old fashioned both inside and out. Lots of happy memories spent here. Rachael Mead
The Timberscombe I Knew (1957-1965)
We moved to Oaktrow in January 1957 and until the house was habitable, we stayed at The Lion (prominently displayed in one of the photos). The village then had four shops, these being the Post Office towards Minehead, Mrs Yeandle's, the Coombe Stores (very successful under Basil Hewlett and his wife) and Loveridge's which was on the way to Stowey. Mrs Yeandle, a large woman, sang in the choir, Sid Loveridge was in and out of the Lion all and every evening. Barley wine and whisky was his tipple. The barley wine took the sting out of the whisky.
The Huxtable family had two filling stations, the forge was run by Sammy and Ken Grabham. Tommy Heard had Kiln Farm and Harry Bishop had Great House Farm. The school was run by Mrs Willis. There was an agricultural engineer called Les Delbridge. Other farmers living nearby were James Henderson at Allercot, Bill Edwards-Heathcote at Beasley, Mr Watts at Stowey, Major Enderby at Old Stowey and the Dru family at Bickham.
Kings Langley
The first 8 plus years of my life were spent here at Merrow Down, off the Common. The only time we were away was for a few months in 1939-40 during the Phoney War. I had various nannies, the best being Flora. She came about autumn 1940 and stayed until autumn 1942 when 'called up ' for work of national importance (day nurseries) and my mother had to cope with both my sister and I. It was a shock to her. I went to Mrs Hazlewood's school a few doors down for a year and then to The Priory. I didn't like it there and was going to London weekly for psychiatric treatment. In the spring I was sent to a sort of boarding school in Berkhamsted, with visits to psychiatrists weekly. My gullible mother swallowed everything they told her, which were a pack of lies. It was staffed by weird females and exercise consisted of walks. One of the women was called Anita and she was a blonde. She... Read more
