Memories Of Stockland, Bristol

A Memory of Woolavington.

My mother's father and mother Mr & Mrs Tom Dibble lived in the Cooperage, Stockland. Thomas's parents Thomas snr and Jane (nee) Palmer had children
Sam, George from the Old Oak pub on the Cornhill, Mary + Mrs Hunt previous Larson, others I can't remember names.
 
I remember sleeping in the Cooperage in a four poster bed, when Mary lived there, going across the road to fetch water from a pump, her store of milk, cream, eggs, ham and pork, jams and pickles. Having to curtsey to Miss Daniels as she rode by.

All Thomas's brothers and sisters worked at the Manor House, which I loved to go and see, sitting in the kitcen while Mary prepared the food for the manor. My grandfather was the carpenter, Sam worked in the forge, Mary as the cook, another as the housemaid.
 
I remember the farm next to the Cooperage, Daniels.

Most of the family are buried in Stogursey church, Sam lived opposite with his daughter Audrey.

My mother spoke of an aunt. Mrs Watts, who went to Wales to live. I was bridesmaid to their son. Mother and her parents and siblings moved to  Bridgwater, Gordon Terrace. Norman Sellick Dibble, Violet and Victoria (my mother). Their mother was a tailoress with a brass plate over the door, she was a Hole from Williton, her father was the station master in Williton. Her sister was the headmistress at St Audries School.

There was only one bus a week into Bridgwater, we caught it by the side of the river. Always went back to Stockland on Fair days but on Carnival Day we sat in the Old Oak with George and his wife. Many a time we missed the bus and mother made us walk to Stockland.

The Dibble boys went to South Africa I was told, for the gold rush, came home with parrots, and with cash bought pubs in Glastonbury and Bridgwater.

I have photos of weddings taken out side the Cooperage. Mother always told of the Christmases spent at the Cooperage when Thomas snr and his wife lived there. Her father hired a pony and trap, the pony was called Dolly, and in the freezing weather the family sat with blankets around their knees to go from Bridgwater to Stockland. She often talked how Dolly would go home quicker than she came.

Norman once fell in the River Parrett and was saved by a friend, Baker, to whom he was forever appreciative.

Bridgwater Fair to us children was so exciting, all the stalls were lit by oil lamps, and the smell of chips cooked in dripping will stay with me for many a year to come. I loved to see them make rock, how it was pulled and twisted then cut up and sold. The crockery men calling their wares, mother always chose the tea service and would stand there waiting for the guy to decide to auction it, she always got her way eventually. Then after that long walk we arrived at the fair ground, oh the excitment. We paid a penny to see the two headed pig, the smallest lady that sat there knitting while we gazed at her size with admiration, the boxing booths we were forbidden to enter, the magical roundabouts, the prancing horses and so many wonderful exicting things to spend our pennies on.