Ditcheat, Church Of St Mary Magdalene c.1960
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A Selection of Memories from Ditcheat

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My grandparents lived in Ditcheat; Sarah and Hubert Burrows. They had three daughters, Elisabeth (Bessie), Gertrude (Gertie), Pamela and also a son Mettford (Mett) Burrows. My mother Pamela, like her siblings, was born in Ditcheat (she was born in 1920). She went into 'service' as a young child and when the war came she volunteered to travel to a town named Corsham in Wiltshire where she met and ...see more
I spent a year living in the Abbey House from Sept 1967 to July 1968 with my dad, mum, and younger sister. My grandfather, Hugh Leir, owned the house and lived in the older/original part of it for that year too. I was 11 years old at the time and it was a magic year. My sister and I had a wonderful time exploring the old house and grounds, especially when Grandpa wasn't around, and we were Robin Hood and Maid ...see more