Broad Street Wrington Website:
Schmoose Page 2001

The Schmoose page has run since the website began. See on Page 1 how the idea came about. Let us know where you are,  what you're doing, what you remember of your time in Wrington, and so on. Just e-mail copy to
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Gordon Bridges - Nottingham - 25th December

I wish all my many friends in the village a very happy Christmas and every good wish for the coming year 2002.

Yvonne Spratt (née Chard)- Mauku, Pukekohe, Auckland, New Zealand (24.12.01)
Just to wish all our friends and relations and all who remember us !! a Very Happy Christmas and best wishes for 2002.

Regards Les and Ruth Chard, Yvonne and Robert Spratt and family

Yvonne Spratt (née Chard)- Mauku, Pukekohe, Auckland, New Zealand (17.12.01)
Have a great Christmas and we look forward to another good year reading all about Wrington. Still trying to get Dad to write some stories. Regards to you all that remember us!


Barbara Redman Carroll- Exeter, Rhode Island, USA (14th December, 2001)

I thought that you might like to know that I have been in touch with John and Rosemary Grogono-Thomas, who live at Round House now. They have shared some fascinating bits of the history of the place with me. The information is just priceless to my family here.

I also got a lovely reply from Ann Parsons, the Churchwarden at St. Katharine's, Felton, and she has sent me a lot of information about Redman family members.

I have had enquiries from several residents about the Census of 1851, and while I haven't been able to find what they were looking for, I certainly enjoyed the contact with such lovely and interesting people. I am enjoying learning more and more about the area.

Peggy M.Bradbury - Capistrano Beach, California, USA - 5th December, 2001

My newfound cousin Josephine Smedley and I descend from the Woolf family [see Personal Quest pages - Ed]. She told me about the website.

I've never been to Wrington, but it looks the real English place I miss most and would love to see it. Love the All Saints' Church pages. Love the whole website. The Woolfs lived there apparently in the earlier 1800s. All very exciting and I thank Josephine Smedley for her generous sharing of family news.

Denise Dixon - Rome, Italy - 28th November

My parents used to live in Wrington and I lived there as a baby. Through this wonderful website I was able to trace my mother's grave. I then visited Wrington and was touched by the friendliness and warmth of the community. I was also able to talk to some local people who could remember my family. It was lovely to see such a picturesque village and beautiful countryside.

Joe Frappell - Bruton (12th November)

Bruton: Thinking Back.

So nice to read George Crook's letter from Auckland, New Zealand. In answer to his question of whether I remember him when he was a boarder at "Sexey's School" Bruton, yes I do, as a matter of fact he introduced himself and yes he was a little bit homesick.

Myself also a "Wringtonian in Bruton" was soon made to feel among friends. For instance, in Wrington there was a shop belonging to A.J.Amor; also there was a family business of
carpenters and wheelwrights named Yeates. Well here in Bruton Hight Street was a newsagents shop named "Amor's Shop" the owners name was of course Amor and his wife was née "Yeates"! Yes you guessed, it originated from Wrington.

Another time I was home in Wrington having a drink in the "Golden Lion" the landlady was Mrs
Puddy, I remember George her son, saying he went to Sexey's School Bruton. So for George Crook and George Puddy I enclose a photo of their very famous school, except now in 2001 it
is probably six times bigger than they would remember.

To George Crook, I remember his father Doug well, he worked on Rydings Farm with me,
expert thatcher and hedge layer. A, at night during the war he was a Special Constable, Mr C.B. Marshall was his "Sergeant".

I hope you get some pleasure thinking back George.

Barbara Redman Carroll- Exeter, Rhode Island, USA (23rd 0ctober, 2001)

[Concerning] genealogical sources .. for Wrington .. I do have one source here at my fingertips, on CD ROM, which might be of interest to someone, and it is something that I could offer to people right away. It is the 1851 Census of Wrington, which gives names, ages, occupations and birthplaces, in most cases, for the 1, 721 residents of Wrington at that time.

I believe that it may be copyrighted, so we probably shouldn't post the census itself on the web-site, but it would be perfectly okay for interested people to contact me by e-mail and I would look up their ancestors or family names for them and e-mail the information to them.

[This] .. is a description of what I have:

WRINGTON 1851 Somerset


Part of the Part of the Parish of Wrington , Udley, The Grove, Oatlands, Wrington Hill,
Barley Wood, West Lane,
Pages:           53
Persons:        507 Male; 522 Female; 1129 Total
Enumerator: Charles Noble


Part of the Parish of Wrington, Redhill Lulsgate. Downside, Broadfield Down, Leigh Cross, Cowslip.

Pages:           33
Persons:       322 Male; 269 Female; 591 Total
Enumerator: James Elworthy

Barbara Redman Carroll- Exeter, Rhode Island, USA (9th 0ctober, 2001)

Greetings to all Wringtonians from Exeter, Rhode Island, U.S.A. I am a retired teacher, keenly interested in my family history. I recently had the pleasure of coming upon this wonderful web-site, and heartily thank all of you involved in creating it and in contributing so much very interesting information to it.

I am fascinated by all of the information because my family came from Winford and Wrington. My great, great grandfather was William Redman, who was born in Winford about 1832, and died in Wrington in 1910. He lived in Round House, also called Windmill Cottage, on Felton Common.

I was incredibly lucky to learn that Trevor Wedlake had heard of the Redmans of Winford, that Horace Ashman knew where the Round House was located, and that Richard Thorn was able to get out there to take photos of it. Now, one hundred ten years after my great grandfather, Charles Henry Redman, left Wrington for America, I am so excited and grateful to actually have photos of our ancestral home.

My great, great grandfather, William Redman, was the son of William Redman and Ester of Winford. He married Mary Ann Hitchman of Wraxall. They had at least three other sons who were born in Winford before my great grandfather Charles Henry in 1865. They were James, born about 1856, George, born about 1858, and John E., born about 1862. I would love to find out more about them and their descendants. William had a grandson named Asa Redman of Winford who was the informant on his death certificate in 1910.

My great grandfather, Charles Henry Redman, arrived at the Port of Philadelphia in 1891, and made his way to Lincoln, Rhode Island. He married Emmeline Holland of Haughton Greene, Lancaster in 1893, and they had seven children. He was a farmer all of his life, and was a quiet and thrifty man. We never knew a thing about his family until I started trying to find out about it a few years ago.

If you know anything of my Redmans, I would love to hear from you. If any Wringtonians have family members who emigrated to Rhode Island and need information from here, I would be most happy to look for it in return for the very kind favor done for me by Mr. Thorn. You can reach me at Now my new goal will be to visit Wrington some day!

George Crook - Auckland, New Zealand - 28/9/01

Your schmoose pages recall so many happy memories of my childhood in Wrington during &
immediately after the war years. It's almost like now magically re-living those far off English village days once again.

Just been looking at Joe Frappell's photos, the one with the horses in Mr Marshall's farmyard. Duke & Prince are there together with Oliver, Joe and Cliff. Cliff let us run quite freely around the farm, never scolding us. My brothers Paul, Simon & me remember him as a great man & still think he deserves to be made a saint !

Like Joe, I later spent some years in Bruton where I went to boarding school. I met Joe several times down there & wonder if he remembers that Wringtonian homesick 11 year-old !

Thanks again for making a wonderful website.

Gordon Bridges - Nottingham - 22/9/01

I have been re-reading Lillian Millard's book on Hannah More which you have posted on your
site. I say re- reading because Lillian gave me a copy of her book some years ago.

My wife Pat and I went to see her last week during one of our flying visits to renew old acquaintances in the village . ... on the subject of Hannah More she is very much the West Country's greatest living expert.

I was interested in your piece by Barry Johnson of him owning a carving of the weeping lady carved from the old gallows tree. There must be many more of these carvings around, so come on Wringtonians, surely there is more than one here in Nottingham and another in Canada!

Regards <>

Philip Whitehouse - Belgrave, Victoria, Australia

I can't remember the particular incident that Lindsey relates but I don't doubt it happened.

I could mention playing truant e.g. catching the bus at the "Rody" but going right - towards Bristol - rather than left, towards W-s-M as we should have done, there buying a large Melon for lunch and making ourselves thoroughly sick.

Going to Ashton Gate to see the City play with the redoubtable John Atyeo leading the attack.

Re-enacting a Count Dracula film in Wrington Churchyard. Committing the usual misdemeanors that one would expect ( with which I will not sully the Schmooze File by relating).

It occurs to me that perhaps one should spend some time away from Wrington to fully appreciate the significance of the place. For example ,it was only while undertaking a course
of study at an Australian University did I come to realize what a truly titanic figure John Locke cuts in the world of Political Science.

P.S. There seems to be so many people from your part of the world visiting Australia that I thought that we might return the compliment. Thus, we hope to visit the U.K this time next year.

Barry Johnson - Pickering, Ontario, Canada

I see Gordon Bridges asks if anyone has a subject carving [from the Hanging Tree]. I have. Dated 1975 with a small 99 in the corner. I am unsure if the 99 means a unit number or not. Anyway, Gord does not show a e-mail address so I thought I would relay this to you as you may have a way to indicate to him of my possession. [e-mailed him - Ed]

I attach two pictures which give an idea of what he is talking about. I understand it is only the base that is from the original tree.

Joe Frappell - Bruton: Wrington: As I Remember it

I was born at No. 2 Council Houses, Station Road, as it was then known, on the 29th June 1928. Having seen Tony Loach's account of his memories, I thought I, and many more of my generation could also contribute to the History of Wrington.

Educated at the Church of England School. Headmaster LW Bisgrove, who moved to Worle, gave way to Mr G Waite. The teachers whom I remember most are Miss Gunning (infants), Miss Vanessa Pow, Mr A C Turner, he was later called up for the navy, which brings me to the war years.

A lot of young men went to war including my two brothers Stan and Sam. We remained to carry on with school. I was in the Boy Scouts then at Redhill, and the Scout Master Dr Buxton lived at a place called "Rockdunder".

Then came the day our way of life would change. Evacuees were arriving from
London (Limehouse), and we as boy scouts were asked to report to the memorial hall to greet them. Thinking back how fortunate to grow up in that era.

The vicar was Reverend Hook. We joined the choir under organist Mr Thatcher [see also Trevor Wedlake's pen portrait of Mr Thatcher - Ed.]. What a choir that was! The Collins family, H J King, the Owen brothers, Fred Weir.

When I was old enough I worked for Mr C B Marshall, Rydings Farm. The farm then was where the bungalows are now. I enclose a photo of the magnificent horses at the farm in about 1943. Later I worked at Reynolds the Butchers.

When the air raids started and Bristol became a target we had people come out to Wrington for a peaceful night. They slept in the skittle alley at the Golden Lion. Also a family moved into the rectory and that was the Clark family.

I was very friendly with Michael. We were sometimes on duty together. He was ARP and I was fire service at the John Locke Hall. Where we were on duty was a harmonium. We used to sit down, Michael taught me "Boogey Woogey" with the left hand. I then was very interested in bands and music. And thanks to a lovely woman named Joan Board I learned to dance.

Maybe this will be interesting to my school friends from Wrington and Redhill, and who knows, maybe they can fill in the blanks. I would like to thank everyone male and female, neighbours, school mates and work mates prior to my move to Bruton, Somerset in 1945.

I am enclosing a photograph of my family, several of them lived in Wrington. I come through Wrington occasionally. Where have the farms gone such as Cliff Marshall's, George Collins, Dick Hardwick's horses going through the village pulling loads of hay, straw and manure ? They keep on about "Organic Farming", WE GREW UP WITH IT. WE WERE VERY LUCKY.

Lyndley Havyatt - Sydney, Australia
Hello to Gordon Sampson from Sydney Australia. You will have seen my little story about my connections with Wrington on the Schmoose page. Every time I access the site and read it I
can see Broad Street, All Saints Church and Havyatt Farm in my mind's eye as fresh as if it were yesterday. It doesn't seem like 11 years since I was there. I really enjoy re-visiting
Wrington through the website, but hope to do it in person again one day.
Best wishes, Lyndley.

Hello to Nancy Thom of Houston Texas. You mention John and Pauline Alvis in your message
on the Schmoose page. Are they the Alvis's who have the dairy in Wrington? I think it was John Alvis whom I met in 1990 when I visited Havyatt Farm. He was the farm manager at that stage, however I believe that he has purchased Havyatt Farm. Is that correct? Hope to hear from you. Best wishes, Lyndley.

Gordon Sampson - Sydney, Australia

Have just discovered your web page, thank you.

It has a listing from a Mark Lodge of Alaska in which he mentions a John Lodge Farmer and Innkeeper of Felton/Wrington.

This John Lodge and his wife Mary were my 3xgreat grandparents and they had the following issue Charles of Felton 1814, Hannah of Felton 1816, David of Wrington 1818, Anthony of Wrington 1820, Daniel of Wrington 1821, Eliza of Wrington 1823, Mary of Wrington 1825, Job of Wrington 1830, Diana 1832.

Hannah 1816 married William Sampson in Bristol 1836 and these were of course my 2x great grandparents. One of their issue was Henry Sampson born Wrington 1842, my great grandfather. Unfortunately Hannah died very young in Wrington in 1853 of peritonitis.

The Sampson family were very strong in number in Long Ashton and Dundry, where a road was named after them.

I would dearly like to contact Mark Lodge but I was unable to find any address for him, can you assist please. [This was forwarded immediately to Mark - Ed]

Tony Loach - Vancouver Canada

I must send you a note to say how much I enjoy in particular, reading any reminiscences by Trevor Wedlake. Do you realize what a Village treasure you have in his phenomenal memory ?
Just a thought, but I think he deserves a page all to himself under say "History" where all his letters in the "Schmoose" page can be also viewed all together. [No sooner said than done - Ed ]

What a lad he must have been, and I suspect still is, what with his eye for the ladies !!

Trevor Wedlake - Wrington [continuing correspondence with Philip Whitehouse-see below]

I [recently] saw Lindsey neé Parsley and mentioned Philip Whitehouse. She remembers the family well and how close her late brother Anthony was to Philip. I told her that Mrs Whitehouse is still hale and hearty.

Re Philip's letter of 20th May, I remember schoolteachers Mrs Green from Blagdon and Miss (Joyce) Gunning. Miss Gunning was a teacher when I was at school in the 30s.

Mr Waite lived in Weston super Mare (after retirement at 60) into his 90s. I believe Barbara Collins told me he had a new driving licence at 90. He captained Wrington cricket for some time and was always involved in the Drama Club. I have a copy of their first programme which Mrs Whitehouse might like 'Young Mrs Barrington', a play in 3 acts, producer Glanford D. Waite.

Col. J.M. Lee enjoyed his retirement on Somerset County Council, Wrington Parish Council (chairman, of course), captain of cricket (he bowled underarm like old Daisy Wood), churchwarden &c, &c. He was a tennis umpire at Wimbledon, I believe.

Lindsey also recalled an event which Philip will remember when I think she said Anthony shut Philip in a shed in the woods and left him."

P.S: Can anyone remember the schoolmaster before Mr G.D. Waite ? There was Mr L.W. Bisgrove 1929-39, and before him Mr Bob Hewitt, contemporary with the then rector, the Rev. Mr Ashdown, 1890 - 1924.

Nancy Thom - Houston Texas, USA

We lived on Long Lane at Rockdunder Lodge for 8 years. It was one of the best places for my children to be brought up. If I had to leave Texas, Wrington is where I would like to live (except for the winter)

I have three original pencil drawings of Wrington hanging in my kitchen and it reminds me of the happy times we had there. I bought them from the Gloucestershire and Avon Life Magazine in January 1986. There were 5 published published in the Magazine in December 1985. The artist's name is Barry Charles. The Drawings are 8" x 13' and have All Saints Church, Silver Street and Shops (Buglers and the shop next door ). They are beautifully drawn and are my pride and joy.

I still have many friends in the village particularly John and Pauline Alvis and Nick and Carole Baker.

Thank you for your Website.

Philip Whitehouse - Belgrave, Victoria, Australia

Here's a remarkable thing (well-I think it is ). My brother Martin entered his name - MARTIN WHITEHOUSE - into his usual search engine, GOOGLE, I think ,and straight away it directed him to the Wrington Website.

This is especially noteworthy when you consider that his name was only mentioned in passing in my submission to the Schmooze file, and then only his Christian name. GOOGLE, or whoever, drew the inference that Whitehouse was his family name from my mentioning that he is my brother. When one considered the millions of pages of text that was scanned to achieve this result it only goes to prove that the Wrington name has IMPACT in the Cyber-world.

Since my submission I have had email correspondence with Antony Loach in Canada (another victim of the school dentist) fellow-Aussie Lyndley Havyat, and Bill Crook in New Zealand, with whom I attended Wrington V.C.School forty years ago.

Carry-on Schmoozing !

With kind regards, Philip W.

Lyndley Havyatt - Sydney, Australia

I heard about this great website from Yvonne Spratt, a friend from New Zealand, who is a former resident of Wrington and who has corresponded previously on this page . I made a visit to Wrington in 1990 to do some family tree research, but being inexperienced in such matters, I discovered just the tip of the iceberg.

In summary, my great-grandparents were George and Rachel Parker of Havyatt Farm who
lived there from 1840"s to 1870's. One of their daughters, Emily Parker, married Harry Spratt from Webbington Farm, Axbridge in 1886 and they emigrated to New Zealand. My father, Harry Spratt, enlisted in the New Zealand Mounted Rifles and fought at Gallipoli. He was shipped from Gallipoli to England in 1915 to recover from illness and whilst there he
visited Havyatt Farm which he knew to be the "family seat".

He was so taken with the name that when he returned to New Zealand he changed his
name to Havyatt by deed poll. Four of the family members from New Zealand have visited Havyatt Farm since 1988.

George, Rachel, Charles and William Thomas Parker are buried in a grave at All Saints' Church under a beautiful beech tree. I didn't find any other family graves there, so presume they are buried elsewhere. Whilst visiting All Saints' church in May 1990, I looked at the register and found that three boys named Spratt had recently been christened there.

The rector was not at the church that day, so when I arrived back in Australia two days later,
I wrote to him to ask for information about them. I received a reply from him in which he informed me that the boys' grandparents were Gordon and Rosa Spratt of New Zealand !

Yvonne Spratt is their daughter-in-law and they are her three sons. I contacted Gordon and Rosa and visited them in New Zealand in 1992. I have been a friend of the family ever
since and have had a close relationship with their eldest daughter Cynthia ( who was also born in Wrington) for 9 years, as we share a strong interest in geneology and she has helped me to gather lots more information about my family. I hope to re-visit Wrington again.

Mark Lodge - Homer, Alaska, USA [following a response from here mentioning Kevin Lodge of Wrington Motors]

Mark Lodge here, I really did not expect to get an E-mail back, thank you for responding. I stumbled across your site and had to check it out. My father has been doing family research on the Lodges since the early '70s, and has always told me Wrington was the town the Lodges were from.
He was corresponding with a man from Clevedon who was doing a lot of the tracing work. Now my sister is doing a lot of the work on the family, she gave me a copy of some of the material she has and I found that my Great Grand Father , James Barlett Lodge, was born in Nailsea on April 12th 1856, and came to the States at the age of one. His father, Benjamin Lodge was born in Felton on Feb 12th 1820, and died in Bellevue Ohio on May 10th 1900. He out lived his son James, who died on April 25th 1895 in Bellevue, Ohio.

Now for the Lodges who did live in Wrington, I will give you a few names that I have.

John Lodge-B. ABT 1840 Wrington

Samuel Lodge-B. ABT 1842

William Lodge-B. ABT 1844

George Lodge-B. ABT 1846

Hartley Lodge-B. ABT 1849

Anthony Wyatt Lodge-B. ABT 1821

Daniel Lodge B. ABT 1821

Job Nelson Lodge B. ABT 1830 Wrington D. 1853 Winford

That is a few of the names I have, there are more. After reading more of the information I have, I found that quite a few of the Lodges lived in Winford, Felton, Blagdon, and Backwell.

Also mentioned is a John Lodge who was born around 1780 in Winford and died around 1845 in Wrington who had a farm near Broadfield Down around 1836 and was mentioned as being an innkeeper around 1823.

That is about all I have with me right now. I was always told by my father that Wrington was the town James Lodge was from. After looking at what I have here with me on the Lodges, and finding out he came to the States at one in 1857, no wonder no one would know him. As for Kevin Lodge, on one of the list of names there is a Kevin Lodge who was listed as being born on August 4th 1958.

[This has been checked out with Kevin who will now been contacting his long-lost relatives ! - Ed]

Mark Lodge - Homer, Alaska, USA

Hello my name is Mark Lodge, my Great-Grandfather, James Bartlett Lodge, was from the Wrington area. Just checking on any information on the Lodge Family. God willing, I will see Wrington in the future.

Thank You

Philip Whitehouse - Belgrave, Victoria, Australia responds to Trevor Wedlake

Trevor Wedlake certainly has a formidable memory as his recollections about our family are quite faultless. In the period 1956-59 we indeed lived in the centre of the three ex-Lynhams homes in Nates Lane which was called (and still might be ) "Oakleigh". Yes, again, my brother Martin was born in 1957 and was duly baptised at All Saints.

My parents both both sang in All Saints' Choir and Mum remembers Essie Clark and her sister. My father continued his life-long association with the church following arrival in Australia and was ordained in 1966 . He remained an active Priest until his death in July 1999. When visiting England some years ago he was greatly disappointed that circumstances prevented him from celebrating Holy Communion at All Saints after having been invited by the then incumbent to do so.

I was greatly saddened to learn of the untimely death of Anthony Parsley. I had cherished hopes that we might get together again some time . Oh, well...

Wrington School, circa 1951. The staff ,as I remember it were (and I might get the Mrs/ Misses titles wrong) : Mrs Gunning, Mrs Green, Mrs George, Mr Webber and the Head, Mr Waite.

Mrs Green was one of those teachers that have a profound effect on their pupils throughout their subsequent lives. This was certainly the case with myself and my sister, Celia. I also have pleasant memories of Mr Webber, who commuted to school aboard a large motorcycle.

There remains Mr G.D.Waite, the headmaster, who had all the presence and gravitas one would expect of such a man. Yet I can remember him being moved to tears while announcing to the assembled school the death of King George VI.

Which brings me to the Coronation, in June, 1953. While going through my father's papers following his death I noticed a letter from Lt.Col. Lee, the chairman of the Village Celebrations Committee, thanking Dad for his services as Hon Sec. For the children, I remember a massive party down the length of Broad Street with games and festivies at the "Rec" ('reation ground).

The memories flood back - not always pleasant. The itinerant school dentist used to come at unannounced intervals and set up shop in a room at the Memorial Hall: -and armed with a fiendish foot-powered pedal-drill !!. I gather that it was a deliberate strategy NOT to inform his victims (sorry- patients ) of his arrival in order to foil would-be truants . The whole thing was most traumatic for this rather timid small boy.

But the Memorial Hall was a venue for far happier events. There were , for example, the Pictures. We used to wait with keen anticipation the details of the next main feature to appear on a board in front of Somersetshire Bakery in Broad Street. And for your shilling (I think) you got full measure- a Newsreel, a Cartoon, a serial: Superman, Jungle Jim or Flash Gordon, and a main feature. The selection of the last was interesting and imaginative, new (that is early 1950's ) releases were alternated with all-time classics.

For example, we schoolboys relished the screening of the Errol Flynn version of The Charge of the Light Brigade, even though that film would have been twenty years old by the time it was screened in Wrington. The Battle of Balaclava was re-fought for weeks afterwards in the playground at Wrington VC School !

Apart from stimulating my own recollections, [this website] will-like nothing else could- give my own, very Australian, offspring some idea of the place where "The Old Man" spent some of his youth.

Trevor Wedlake - Wrington responds to Philip Whitehouse's e-mail:

"I took over my shop [Wedlake Butcher, opposite the lytch gate, now a private dwelling - Ed] in February, 1952, and the Whitehouses were customers then. I think Philip Whitehouse's father purchased the post office from Mr & Mrs Thomas. I remember the Thomases because in the immediate post-war era, when we went regularly and joyously to The Bell Inn, Mrs Thomas's old father used to come in, and he had been to sea in the sailing ship days.

The Thomases, I think, bought from Mr Pope, a very nice man. I remember him because, when I told him I was going into the Air Force, he said: "Don't do that, everybody's doing that. Join the RASC." I now think I might have liked that, driving a six-wheeler, &c.

I think the Whitehouse family sold to Mr & Mrs Bates, who sold to Mr Sydney, from whom the present postmaster, Alan Birch took over. Mr Bates was a second cousin of Mrs Thatcher's.

I don't remember Philip Whitehouse as he was but a small lad then. I remember the Whitehouse family returning to Cox's Green, to one of those 3 houses that Lynhams of Oakdene Farm had built. Did they have another child born in Australia or just before they emigrated ? Does Philip know that his friend Anthony Parsley died many years ago - a young man ? Anthony's sister and husband still live at the Arch. Dorothy [Trevor's wife - Ed] recalls Philip's father as a rather tall man in spectacles, and Essie Clark says he sometime sang in All Saints' choir.

The people in the post office before old Mr Page were called Mr & Mrs Stevens. They are remembered because they had two more than usually pretty daughters. There is such a thing, hard to believe now, as being too young - and I was too young to be on their books. Some of the older boys climbed up the car parking signs and chalked in these two maidens' names on the blue backgrounds, so that the Stevensons could look out from their windows and see their daughters' names displayed thus:
and . I hope they are well in their latter years.

Come to think of it, it was probably because of my tender youth that a certain Redhill beauty never came to the kitchen door when I delivered the joint !

Before the Stevens family, it must have been Miss Mildred at the post office. All the old time before her recedes into the proverbial mists."

Philip Whitehouse - Belgrave, Victoria, Australia

I stumbled across the WRINGTON site purely by accident;- pure serendipidy indeed.

My parents purchased Wrington Post office in 1951, and we lived there until 1954 when they bought a similar business "across the water" to be near my mother's family (Magor, Gwent)

But my parents could not "get Wrington out of their systems "so they returned in 1956 in live in Nates Lane, Cox's Green until 1960. A year later , we migrated to Australia.

Me-? I attended Wrington Village school from 1951 to 1954, and following our return in 1956, I "embussed" to the (then) Grammar School at W-s-M.

Growing up in Wrington in the fifties, my memories are many and various. To mention one incident only: I and a friend (Anthony Parsley ex-"The Arch", Broad Street) were the perhaps the final "passengers" to travel to Burrington aboard the Late and Lamented Wrington Vale Light Railway before the line was finally lifted. (albeit, probably illegally, as we were carried on the footplate by a sympathetic crew )

Although my father died two years ago, my mother is still very much with us and has many fond memories of Wrington - the Church, the Choral Society , playing the role of Hannah More in a pageant etc etc.

She will be delighted to learn of your site and, being a keen net surfer herself (at the age of 85) will soon be paying a visit.

Philip Whitehouse

 Gordon Bridges - Nottingham [see first entry below - Ed]

Can anyone give the detail surrounding the "Hanging Tree", for I know the present tree is not the original. I understand that the original tree became unsafe due to some or all of it rotting.

How many of you have (like me) a carving made from the wood of the original tree depicting "widow" crying for a loved one hanged on that dreaded tree?

Gordon Bridges

Brian Creamer - Apache Junction, Arizona, USA

I used to live in Cleeve and spent a lot of time in Wrington. My mother was born in the village and I can remember her taking me and my sister to VJ day in Broad Street. All the tables were lined up down the middle of the street and everyone in the village enjoyed a nice meal celebrating the end of the war.

My mother was Mabel Marshall, her sister is Hilda Coles and my grandfather was Charlie Marshall. He used to run the mill down past the station. Mother used to work there also making ropes etc. They lived in those little cottages opposite what used to be Tincknells hardware store by the railway station.

I went to college with Roy (Tapper) Clements for a couple of years but have not seen him in 49 years. I will be over in England on June 18 through July 15 this year and will be visiting Wrington.

It was sure nice to see your web site it brought back a lot of memories will look forward to visiting it again. It's nice to see what's going on in the community.

Like to say Hi to George and Mary Bond also Brian and Margaret Stokes and Hilda Coles.

Will keep an eye on you guys Thanx!


 Jo Lewis - Plymouth Devon

Hi, fellow Wringtonians,

I have just spent almost two hours perusing your Web pages, and what a brilliant evening it has been!

I was delighted to see, on my journey through the site, photographs of both one of my sisters and my brother, Pat and Mark Edwards, taken when they attended Wrington School. What memories those photos brought back.

I was ringing my Mum (Lillian) to wish her a Happy Birthday and I told her I had visited Wrington today (via the Web) and told her about the photos. Mark was with her and I gave him details of your Web page - he said he would certainly be looking in. Hi! Bro' (and everyone else). So many of the names mentioned on the site 'rang a bell' with me.

I always think of Wrington as 'Home', no matter where life takes me, and I can only say
"thank goodness for the Internet" and thank you, once again, for everyone's hard work in building this site; it is very well done. I will be looking in again soon.

Bye for now
Jo Lewis (nee Edwards)

 Joycelyn (Jo) Lewis nee Edwards - Plymouth Devon

I was born in Wrington in August 1949, moved to Congresbury before I was one then back to Wrington at age seven until I married in 1972. My mother still lives there (Lillian Edwards) and Dad (Jim) is buried in All Saints churchyard.

What a wonderful trip down memory lane. VG Stores, Buglers Off-Licence, Village Newsagents, Richards Garage and Stores and much more!

I don't get home as much as I would like and this site made me feel as if I was there. I found the messages in the visitor's book very interesting especially as I recognised some of the names e.g.Pauline and Christine Mellet with whom I went to school!

I shall certainly be visiting often. Keep up the good work!

 Barry Johnson - Pickering, Ontario, Canada.

Wrington resident 1940 - 1945.

I don't want to repeat any of Gordon Bridges' words which form a part of this Schmoose page 2. So this is some of my memories on the evacuee subject.

One day in June, over sixty years ago, I was heading home, after a hard day, from London’s Carlton Vale school when as one of many I was labelled and loaded onto a bus. The bus took us to Paddington railway station and away we went. We had no idea where.

I remember the train going through what I thought at the time was the longest tunnel on the face of the earth. It seemed as if it would never end. I was four what did I know. In later years the tunnel didn’t seem as long but I vividly remember that first time.

I remember being taken off the train and loaded into a bus. I remember arriving at what I later learned was Wrington’s Memorial Hall. (Which I hope is still standing). I remember crowds of kids in the hall. I remember being one of, or even the last kid to be taken out of the hall. I remember being carried to a house, late at night, and hearing the occupant say there were already too many kids in the house. I remember the occupant relenting and taking me in.

In the house of Mr and Mrs Millard with their daughters Olive and Lillian I lived for the next five years.

What can I say about the loving care I, and later my sister, received in this home. I can’t say enough. Later after a visit to see us my father went off to fight in North Africa. Mum was making ammunition boxes in London. We and thousands of other "Londoners" were being cared for by country folk.

I don't remember it being difficult adapting to country life. "Dad" Millard was off to Marshall’s farm every morning at some ungodly hour to milk the cows. At least I think that’s what he did. He then walked back to the house for breakfast after which he walked back to do more than a regular days work. The highlight of any visit to the farm was riding on those mammoth sized cart horses. At least they seemed that big to us little people.

Another highlight was having a spoonful of malt every morning at the school which had been set up in the Memorial Hall. I always contrived to be last so as I could finish what little was left in the jar. I think this treat came to an end when we were transferred to the village school.

The years rolled by. I remember the downed German pilot being captured. That caused quite a stir. I remember Olive making a tank out of a cardboard box so I could march in some parade. I remember lots of things that made my life and that of my sister Ann very comfortable. As comfortable as it could be in those times of rationing, shortages and other restrictions caused by the war.

One morning I woke up to the sound of pealing church bells. I had never heard them before. They signaled the end of the war with Germany. It was time to go back to London. But that is another story.

P.S. Cybergran (Olive Mellett) now communicates with (Me) and it’s great.

Chris & Trevor Parnham - (South Meadows) currently Johannesburg, RSA

Hello from sunny South Africa. We arrived back on Friday having spent five days at Mabalingwe Game Reserve which is in the Northern Province about 120 miles from here. The weather was not particularly good, rain for two days but warm, cloudy and quite cold for Wednesday, but I'm pleased to say has been sunny ever since and got up to 32 degrees in the shade today.

Because of the inclement weather it was not easy to spot game, they stay deep in the bush to keep warm. However, it is so relaxing there that it really doesn't matter. On Thursday Chris and I went on a horseback safari. This was just brilliant. Our guide was very knowledgeable and knew the names of every tree and bush as well as calling birds, which answered him.

I have enclosed a couple of photographs which may be useful for the web site.

 Hugh Mellett  - n.e. Lincolnshire

"This is a great site and definitely one for my favourites folder.I see my mum and dad, two of my sisters {Peta Meadows and Pauline Osborn}my nephew Russ have signed the guest book, as has one of my my mums evacuees from Canada; my grandfather Oliver Millard is in one of my Auntie Sylv's photos and my former next door neighbour Edna Wilkins (Auntie Edna) has also left a message so I thought I had better join the family and make an entry!

I was born in the village in 1960 and was taught by amongst others Mr Peerless and Mrs Hodges. I was in the Scouts from about 1970-1976 and played football for Wrington on Saturdays and Sundays for quite a few seasons; I have particularly fond memories of playing for Wrington B on Sundays.

Regards to all Wringtonians; would love to hear from anyone I know at

Gordon Bridges - Nottingham.

"We are told that the evacuation of schoolchildren from London went without a hitch! The children smiling and cheerful, left their parents to board trains for unknown destinations in the spirit of going on a great adventure

Allowing that wishful thinking, one of the earliest schools to start the evacuation was my old infant school Carlton Vale. Forty children aged between four and seven assembled before dawn; each child carried a gas mask, food and change of clothing and wore three labels.

Arriving at Paddington Station a teacher cheerily told my mother "We'll be back in a week, the weather's glorious for a nice holiday." However, I was still an evacuee three years later. The organisation at the station was good and quite quickly we left Paddington Station for the West Country.

The journey lasted a long time, too long for some, namely those who wanted their parents, those who wanted to be sick, and finally those who wanted to run riot. Controlling us were two teachers from our school, two ladies determined to continue our education, wherever the Education Board decided that would be.

Upon our arrival at Weston we the Carlton Vale Infants School contingent were taken to a village called Wrington.

Being five at the time my only recollection of the first evening of my stay with the family of Mr & Mrs Oliver Millard and their daughters Lillian and Olive was a hot drink and a warm comfortable bed.

The daughters Lillian and Olive were put in charge of me and two other evacuees Barry and Ann Johnson, who overnight became my brother and sister. Wrington Somerset was a very unusual place indeed, for it produced instant new families.

School was one side of a curtain that divided the Memorial Hall that was until a few weeks later when we were allowed to attend the village school.

On the journey to school each day I had to pass Sullivans Bakery the window of which even in wartime was attractively decorated with what appeared to be cream cakes. As luck would have it Mrs Sullivan thought I looked like a nephew of hers, therefore the trip to school took a little longer each day as I made sure Mrs Sullivan saw me, for having seen me a cake was always given and gratefully received.

I have many fond memories of the village and on my many return visits, I always feel that I have come home. On these visits some of the villagers who know me greet me with “BE THAT YOU GORDON”.

It is ironic that the village is now home to people who moved down from Nottingham, to take up jobs when Imperial Tobacco centralised its Head Office in Bristol. Some of whom I know from the time I was Players Supply manager.

So my evacuation turned out fine, I was treated as member of wonderful family; given love and affection, which secured friendships to last a lifetime.

For some of us it was a life-enhancing, mind-broadening experience, leaving us with memories we treasure to this day. Namely the generosity of those who took us into their homes.

Gordon Bridges.

Edna Wilkins - now living in Ratby, Leicestershire (after about 80 years a Wrington resident!).

I would like to wish a happy new year to all my old friends at Wrington, especially friends from the U.R.C. Church.

I am living in a small village and can attend the village Methodist Church where I am always made very welcome.

I was very interested in the pictures on the computer, especially those showing people I remember.

e-mail messages to will always find me.

God Bless you all, from Edna.

Emma - New Zealand

We arrived in New Zealand safy.We will be going to Hamilton. We've got the camper vans the family we are staying with are coming too.

I would like to swim with dolphins but I might not be able to.

from Emma