Membury

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Reflections from childhood

I was born at Reeds Hill Farm in 1942. I started school at a two room school in Chardstock, we walked to school which for me was a long way and I usually got my older sisters who had to walk from the farm past my school to catch the bus to the senior school in Axminster.  I remember the school getting big cases of food from Canada which was shared out to us to take home.  There were all sorts of things we couldn't get because of rationing.  All that I can remember were the big bags of sweets!!!  We moved into Axminster when I was 7 or 8.  But I still like to go and visit Chardstock, when I ...read more here
A memory of Chardstock contributed by Gerald Russell

Freddie the Postman

Although born in Churchstanton in 1791 my gg grandfather James Doble moved to Upottery and I have had close relatives living in the village until my grandmother Beatrice Doble died in 1982.
My sister and myself were born, baptized and lived at Addington Cottages until the Sidmouth estate was sold in 1954 and we moved to Ilminster. My father, Maurice was a thatcher on the estate.
However, I spent all my school holidays at Upottery and one of my memories was of Freddie Smith the postman who did his rounds on a huge grey horse called Dandy. At 4 - 5 years old being on his back seemed like a long way from the ground.
I have so ...read more here
A memory of Upottery contributed by Sandra Barrett

Upottery

My family of Hurford all came from Upottery and later in 1860s setteld in Luppitt just down the track!
A memory of Upottery contributed by Petert Hurford

The post office

I grew up in Combpyne but I remember that we used to have a van that came up to the village from Musbury 2 or 3 times a week with everything any body might need from paraffin to bread.  I remember the man who owned the post office then was called John Fenner.  My Mum and Dad always had a friendly banter with him.  I recall my mum teasing him and calling him butter fingers because he was always dropping things.  Nobody was more distressed than Mum when he came and said he was giving up the round because he had M.S. But they remained friends until John and his family moved.     
A memory of Musbury contributed by anne symons