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Wedmore| Mark| Clewer| Bason Bridge| Meare| Lower Weare| Chilton Polden| East Brent| Cossington| Woolavington| Brent Knoll| Axbridge| Shapwick| Highbridge| Compton Bishop| Cheddar| Rodney Stoke| West Huntspill| Loxton| Puriton| Westbury Sub Mendip| Burnham-On-Sea| Ashcott| Sharpham| Chedzoy| Glastonbury
Westham area books
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When I Was Eight
Our family, living in India at the time, decided to travel to England for the Queens Coronation in 1953. We stayed in Wedmore for two months, in what was known as The Elmset Hall Hotel. It was a fun time for a small boy, me. I went to a school in Wedmore run by an elderly lady, whose name I have now forgotten. She told my mother I would never amount to anything. I made Captain in a major airline just to prove her wrong.
Childhood Holiday And Later Holiday in my Teens
My first visit was with my parents. From memory, they had booked to stay somewhere, but for some reason we were directed to stay with a Mr & Mrs Salter who owned a farmhouse near the church. We were made very welcome.
Around 1949, I decided to cycle to Somerset from Dagenham Essex at the age of 16 against my parents wishes, I was only earning £2.10.0 (£2.50 today) each week. I had to borrow a decent cycle from a good friend, and set off on a Saturday morning not knowing where I was going to stay or even knowing if I would make it all the way.
Heavy rain made me do B&B in Marlborouigh for 10/- (50p). Sunday was brilliant sunshine, and I made it to the village of Mark at around 6pm in the evening.
I happened to stop outside this house with railings around the front that I recalled, and a voice from a window above asked if they could help me. I looked up,... Read more
Family Tree
Since my parents died within a few weeks of each other a few years ago I have been looking into my father's family tree, and it seems all his relatives came from Mark in Somerset so I hope to visit there soon to trace my family tree further as I have hit a brick wall at the moment. I have got as far as a "Thomas Urch" who was born around 1737 and married to Sarah? If anyone could help I would be very grateful.
Grandad's Chickens
My Grandparents lived in Crickham, they were George and Lily Evans and they lived in one of the little houses next to a white church. I remember if you went down a long hill there was a Post Office and the other road led to a pub where my Aunt Sally and Uncle Alex had their wedding reception after they married at the church. I now live in the USA but have fond memories as a child riding the bus from Weston-super-Mare through Eastertown and then on to Crickham. We would take one of Grandad's chickens home for Sunday dinner, I could never watch him kill it but my brother did!
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!
Happy Holidays
My husband and I had many a happy day fishing in Merry Lane. Well, he fished and I read a book! We stayed in a caravan in the field at the last farm down the end of Merry Lane. One holiday we arrived early and parked our caravan and had a sleep. We awoke to the caravan wobbling about. On looking outside we saw a herd of cows pushing the caravan. We had parked on their accustomed route to be milked. They didn't know they could walk round the caravan until the farmer shouted at them. Another time we parked in the apple orchard and through the week we watched cows eating fallen apples. Wonder what the milk tasted like?
We also had the experience of being parked in the field and there was a thunder storm. The panels of the caravan banged with the wind and we decided not to go back on the motorway until the winds died down. When we first went to... Read more
''The Grapevine'' And Others!
My uncle, the late William John Wilcox, was the proprietor of the 'Grapevine' from the mid 1930s through to the early 1960s. I remember it as a truly old fashioned 'pub' complete with a 'games room' with darts, shove ha'penny board and bar skittles. A game with the skittles placed on dots on the board, a wooden ball was suspended by a cord on a vertical pole. The player had to swing the ball in an arc to knock the skittles over. Painted on the Transom over the front door was the 'Legend' W. J. Wilcox, for the most part easy letters to paint, even from the inside, as they were, the J however was reversed - must have been a good brew! My eldest sister was sent to my uncle's to help recuperation from an appendix operation. She met the man who was to become her husband there. He was living with his widowed mother in one of a pair of cottages named 'Porter's Hatch' directly opposite the old Fish House.... Read more
