Middle Street 1900, Yeovil
Middle Street 1900, Yeovil Ref: 45309
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Memories of Middle Street 1900, Yeovil
Shop Names.
No 23 Middle Street, Yeovil was a chemist's, name Francis.
FATHER CHRISTMAS
Dear Francis, As Christmas is looming, memories roll back to when Father Christmas arrived at Town Station on the train. One boy and one girl would be picked out of the crowd to recieve a present, and the present was a story book. How very lucky I was. Jenny Savage (Dungey)
Seeking my Family
My name is Vivienne. I was born in Yeovil in December 1953. My father was Graham Stanley George Adams born March 1926. He had four brothers: Stewart Roland Adams (Married Phyllis), Maurice Escort Adams (Married Jean Hallett, children Susan and Dawn), Norman Adams (Married Sheila, child Kim) and Cyril Adams (Married Betty, children Judith and another daughter name unknown).
My father died in 1963. Stewart had died previously and Norman died a couple of years after my father. All five brothers had polycystic kidney disease and were not expected to live long lives. They were tradesmen in Yeovil and some of the brothers were in the Navy for some years. Their father was Roland Adams and their mother was Sylvia Eileen Wiltshire known as "Marsie". She married again after Roland's death to a man named Christopher.
My mother June, father and I lived in a commission flat in St Anne's Garden's, Yoevil until 1957 when we migrated... Read more
1944 EVACUATION TO YEOVIL
My sister, brother and l were all evacuated to Yeovil from Caterham/Warlingham areas of Surrey from June to December 1944. I was billeted in St Andrews Road and my brother close-by in Summerleaze School.Intend to return to the town this April and would be interested to hear from anyone of the 1944 era living there. I have been married for almost 57 years and still living in a Surrey village. Then l was Jill Reeve, with sister Cathy and stayed with Mr and Mrs Norris - Peter, my brother stayed with Mrs Rosscally(?). This year l have recently met a guy called Patrick Lee who was there too, from Upper Caterham School and now living in Adelaide. Does anyone remember him or others named, please? Many thanks, Jill (now Turk).
Yeovil & local memories
Read and share memories of Yeovil and Somerset inspired by Frith photos.
Book Shop
My mothers family moved to Yeovil in about 1926 from Beaminster in Dorset. My grandfather heard there was a job going for a gardener, he got the job so the family moved to a tide cottage in Ilchester Road. They had 5 childen then, my mum was born in 1930. One of them, my Auntie worked for Whitby Book Store. In the photo it is the shop on the right. She stayed there until war came in 1939, then left to work for Westlands. It was there she met her husband.
Army Days
I started my conscription service training In Yeovil, if I remember correctly the
camp I trained at was called Houndstone Camp. I have very fond memories
of the camp, and the friends I made in the RASC company we were in. I also
have enjoyable memories of Yeovil village, we had some great times there. Being a northen lad living in a smoky industrial town, moving down to Yeovil was like moving into another world. I went back 50yrs later with my
wife, what a change. But I still have my memories.
Regards, George Jones.
The Old Cottage at Nine Springs
I can remember playing at Nine Springs every Sunday with my two brothers. We would always stop at the old cottage there where you could buy a glass of home made lemonade for an old halfpenny, and sometimes two biscuits as well if you had a penny. The old couple were very friendly and we would sit on their small veranda, and pet their old black dog, and listen to the noise of the springs as we chatted and had our rest break. I went inside the cottage many times to use their small bathroom, and it was very old with little steep stairs, and I used to find it a bit dark and scary inside. Sadly this was demolished many years later, and I would often see the old couple and their dog wandering the streets of Yeovil town. I once went up to them and thanked them for the lovely memories they gave me, and their hospitality. Nine Springs was our 'back garden' and we used to have... Read more
Yeovil, Princess Street c1950
I well remember Yeovil as a boy in the 1940s and this lovely view of Princess Street brings back many memories. The road was actually the A30 road from London to Exeter running through the town and would often be clogged with traffic in the summer. The street had lovely shops including Genges on the left which became Redwoods toy shop. This was always more of a classier street than the nearby Middle Street. Soyers fishmongers shop was further up on the right hand side selling lovely fresh fish. Derek Phillips
Pedestrian Shopping
I was born on Yeovil in 1945, and my memories are of growing up in a pleasant market town. The George was a wonderful timber framed building that I remember being demolished because, apparently, it hindered traffic flow. Shortly after it was knocked down the whole area was pedestrianised ! Such a short-sighted attitude from the Planners is staggering!
My Grandmother
My grandmother had to work in the flaxworks during the First World War and caught her arm in a machine and severed it! I was told she was taken to Yeovil and spent many weeks in this hospital. In 1964 I spent two weeks in here but for a much nicer reason, my first son was born.
Wyndham Hill And Penn Mill
My house backed onto Wyndham Hill and I spent my childhood playing over there.
My cousin and I loved to watch the steam trains passing by and sometimes (if our parents weren't nearby) would run onto the bridge at Penn Mill station and hang over to get lost in the smoke! (The things kids do!!)
There was also another smaller field beside Wyndham which had three horses, Penny (a chestnut), Dusty (a dark grey) and Joey (a brown). The lady who owned them gave riding lessons which I went to every Saturday (after coming back from the Saturday morning pictures at the Odeon). My horse was Joey, a lovely little horse, and I always remember cantering at the bottom of Wyndham (the station end) when for some reason Joey decided to 'put the brakes on' so to speak and I went flying over his head. I kept hold of the reins though and wasn't hurt but when I stood up the smell was dreadful. Dear little Joey had unseated me... Read more
