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My name is Marilyn Allen I was brought up in Somerton with my dear Grandmother Mrs Phear whose husband was killed at Somerton Milk Factory which was called Cow and Gate he had been transfered from Wincanton to work there. On the morning of September 29th 1942 a bomb was dropped on the factory. My Grandfather's name (...Read full memory)
My name is Ken Pickles, I have been in the Western Gazette may times over the years. Stories on my life that I had in Kingsdon and Somerton in 1963 to 1966. Visited Somerton every year since I left in 1966. I want to move into Somerton when I retire in 4 years time when I will ave sold my business up here in north (...Read full memory)
I lived in Somerton from 1942 to 64, and my parents long after that. I do remember the cafe at Lazenby's. Their shop was a bit of a competitor to ours, both being grocers! My mum did a lot of dressmaking, and I think we bought materials in Harris's. I went to Monteclefe school, and the teachers were then Miss (...Read full memory)
I used to go to Montecleffe girls school from 1956 untill 1959. It was an all girls school then with the toilets outside and they were wooden seats! Mr. Davey was the care taker. My teacher in class one and two was Miss. Swain and in clases 3 & 4 it was Miss. Bibby. She was a strict old woman. Her house adjoined the school.
I lived opposite the Catholic church from 1949 untill 1970 when I joined the army. I was friends then with Bridget Cox and Eileen White. We went to Sunday school at the Congregational church for years. Somehow I fell out with Bridget and Eileen and her family moved away. I remember Martins (...Read full memory)
Whilst serving in the Fleet Air Arm at RNAS Yeovilton the squadron I was serving on had an organised function in the Red Lion and I well remember standing outside and saying to my brother, who was also on the same squadron, that one day I would like to live in Somerton. That day came in 1975 when together with (...Read full memory)
Our cottage in West Street used to almost back on to the railway line. We lived next door to Mr and Mrs Dummet (Aunty Mable and Uncle Ern) next door again was the telephone exchange (I think a boy called Michael Elliot lived there) then there was Station Lane then the Alms Houses. I remember when we moved up to the Old Brewery (...Read full memory)