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We spent the day walking around marvelling at the beauty of the sculptures, the pristine grounds and (unusually for the UK!) the great weather. It's a very important memorial for this country and I'm very glad that I've visited it. It is little known but it is a very lovely place to remember a loved one, or just take a moment for some quiet contemplation of what others have given and lost over the years. It's a relatively easy journey (helped in our case by the excellent coach and driver and Alistair's bingo!) and you have all the facilities you need at the Memorial for a great day out. Jo and Steve Thank you to John Bailey, author of the following poem and copyright owner, who has kindly given The <strong>Local</strong> <strong>Talk</strong>back his permission to print his poem ‘TAKING A STAND’ . This poem was found on the website www.warpoetry.co.uk owned by David Roberts. The site is well worth a visit to read the many, many poems written in remembrance of those who have lost their lives in conflicts from the first world war until the present day. For those of us who have watched the soldiers last journeys through Wotton Bassett, this poem says it all! This poem was written by John Bailey as a response to those who protest at soldiers funerals. TAKING A STAND I ask you to stand with me For both the injured and the lost I ask you to keep count with me Of all the wars and what they cost I ask you to be silent with me Quietly grateful for our lot As I expect you’re as thankful as me For the health and life we’ve got I ask that you wish them well with me All those still risking their all And I ask that you remember with me The names of those that fall I expect that you are proud like me Of this great nation of ours too So enjoying all its freedoms like me Support those upholding them for you I hope that you are hopeful like me That we’ll soon bring an end to wars So you’ll have to stand no more with me And mourning families no different from yours ‘Til then be thankful you can stand with me Thinking of those who now cannot For standing here today with me At least we show they’re not forgot John Bailey © Copyright May 2011
MY ROYAL CONNECTIONS By Phyllis Salmon (nee Brown) autobiography written 1989 This is about her childhood in Badminton from 1926. In this part of her story Phyllis tells of the shops in the village and the annual village show. PART 4 _____________________________________________________ When going to the village, in fifty yards you passed a big house where one of the gentry lived. My brother Leonard started work there as ‘odd-job-lad’, or pantry boy as they were called. After this house was the road to Acton Turville. On the left opposite this road was the Dower House where the Dowager Duchess lived. There were two wrought iron gates and a driveway to the kennels where they kept the hounds. In the main street were two shops and a post office. On the right was the school between almshouses. There were also two more large houses belonging to the gentry, one at the top of the street and one at the bottom near the driveway to the big house where the Duke of Beaufort lived and most of the villagers worked. There was a very large staff working there and they also had their own laundry. The main shop was called the ‘Stores’ and was very select with two assistants. When you went in the groceries were sold on the left and drapery on the right. The other shop was called ‘the Glory Hole’ and it sold everything, and it was the highlight of our week when we went to spend our weekly pocket money of a halfpenny. There was liquorice in all shapes and lengths, such as laces, sherbet fountains, basset sticks and others. We nearly always chose a halfpenny ‘big-lot’ – a lucky bag in later years. No matter what you asked for the shop had it, for it was grocery, drapery, ironmongery, boot and sweetshop. It was so packed there was even a line hanging with clothes – pinafores, aprons and boots. The Pinnels spoke with a very broad Gloucester accent. The master of the shop was William. They had a bakery too where they made lovely crusty bread. They also owned the cabs to take villagers to the station or elsewhere. They had two horses for they had a bread delivery round also. It makes me wonder how they had time to do it all, for they had two children at school and a daughter working away from home. There was a grandfather living with them who helped a lot. Opposite the Stores was a blacksmith where we would watch the horses being shod. In later years I had to call there with horses to be shod when I worked on a farm. They let my eldest brother make a horseshoe and it was put up in the forge. The Stores had two horses that they used on their delivery round, they were stabled at the small holding opposite where we lived. We used to wait at the gate to beg a ride on their backs when they were taken across to their stables after their days work. I will now tell you about some of the exciting things we had to look forward to each year. First there was Easter, and on Good Friday we had a hot cross bun each, that was a real treat. On Easter Sunday we had an egg for breakfast. Also there was a chocolate egg for all of us. It was a small filled one, very much like you can buy today. After breakfast we had our wash and dressed in our Sunday clothes, those who were school age went off to Sunday school, for we had to go every Sunday. If we didn’t the Vicar would want to know the reason why. I can only remember once having an Easter present, and that was a lovely cup, saucer and plate in a rusty red colour. The cook and maids at the Dower House gave it to me. It had a chocolate egg in the cup and was wrapped in fancy paper. Mother shared the egg amongst us and then put the cup, saucer and plate away in the cupboard only to be used on special occasions.
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