Bread and butter

Posted on 4th January 2024 by Ian

Salt, mustard, vinegar, pepper,
French almond rock.
Bread and butter for your supper,
That’s all mother’s got.

The words of the skipping song surfaced in my memory. Perhaps primary school was the last time I heard it sung. Of course, it would have been the girls that sang it, it was generally only they who skipped, it was certainly only they who had the degree of agility to skip at the speed set by the rhythm of the song.

Perhaps the song was responsible for the notion that bread and butter represented meagre fare, that it was what one ate if there was nothing else in the larder, that it meant you hadn’t the money for anything more substantial.

The song surfaced in my memory because I decided upon bread and butter for lunch.  There is ample food remaining from Christmas in the refrigerator and cupboards of my mother’s kitchen, but it seemed time for the excess to stop. Weighing more than thirteen stones and feeling a tightness on the waistband, some frugal weeks seem necessary.

Two slices of brown bread with no more than a skim of butter, I picked up the plate and my mug of tea.

Bob came to remembrance at the moment I took a bite from the first slice.

Bob had a farm of good land and a house that would have made a fine home for a family, had Bob ever been given the opportunity of meeting someone.  Canada had offered him a future, but his parents played upon his conscience, ensuring he stayed at home until it was too late to begin a new life.

Bob lived frugally, his kitchen had remained unchanged in at least fifty years and his lean frame reflected the plain diet that was part of his daily life.

‘I have no biscuits and no cake to offer you with your tea,’ he said, ‘but you’re welcome to a slice of wheaten bread and butter.’

The bread was fresh, the butter soft, the taste was pefect. The bread and butter was the finest fare that one might have been offered.

Perhaps it was the spirit in which the bread and butter had been offered, perhaps it was the mood of the gentle, softly-spoken man that added taste to the food.

Bread and butter was all that Bob had to offer, but meagre fare it was not. The next lunch of bread and butter will be eaten without thoughts of skipping.

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Above the waters

Posted on 1st January 2024 by Ian

‘Risk of road flooding’ declared the black letters on a bright yellow sign.

The persistent rainfall would undoubtedly top-up the already filled ditches and rhines that criss-cross the landscape of the Somerset Levels.

It is hard to imagine how the country around would once have appeared in the times before the Abbot of Glastonbury determined that the wetlands should be transformed into productive farmland. A large scale ordnance survey map of the area is a page covered in blue lines, the network of waterways appears like a diagram of veins and arteries in the human body.

Of course, there was always flooding here, the authorities would not have dotted twenty-one pumping stations around district if there were not a danger of the drainage system being unable to cope with the accumulation of water from the rainfall on the surrounding hills. However, the floodwaters have become more common and more hazardous. Ten years ago, the floods made the national news, the village of Muchelney was cut off from the outside world for five weeks, local people collected supplies to send by boat to the marooned villagers.

Flooding in the past weeks is early, it has left the ground sodden and heavy, the prospect of a traditional ‘February fill-dyke’ is one that could present considerable problems for those who live in the local communities. The recent floods closed even main roads, including the A303, an arterial dual carriageway. Local towns, the streets of which were built in medieval times, could not cope with the sudden increase in traffic, simple journeys could take an hour.

Travelling the road that passes through Hambridge and Westport, it was hard to imagine that there had once been canal traffic from the River Parrett to the wharves at Westport. The places seem remote from the commerce of the Twenty-First Century.

Drawing near the village of Barrington, the ground rises, at the top of a ridge stand a line of former council houses, they are identifiable as such because there are identical houses in most of the local villages. I grew up in one such house, it is still home to my family.

The houses date from the 1920s, not a time of economic abundance, each village has six, or perhaps eight such houses, three or four pairs of semi-detached houses with substantial gardens. The feature of the houses that has become apparent as the waters have risen is that they are all built on ridges that rise above the land around.

Perhaps there was an old wisdom about where to build that has been lost with the passage of time and the desire to transform a rural area into suburbia.

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The intolerance of the ‘tolerant’

Posted on 17th November 2023 by Ian

The Christmas lights are going up in my home town of Langport.

Well, I call them ‘Christmas lights’, according to the organisers, they are ‘winter festival’ lights.  This is simply a piece of secular bigotry.

Of course, they would argue that the name change is in the name of ‘inclusion,’ but inclusion of whom? Certainly not the inclusion of the majority of people in the world.

Christmas is indeed a Christian festival, but the secularists take delight in disparaging Christian ideas as often as possible, despite the fact that were it not for the Judeo-Christian heritage of the country in which they live, they would not enjoy the freedom of speech that they now take for granted.

The nonsensical claim put forward by those who want to replace ‘Christmas’ with ‘winter festival’, is they are showing sensitivity toward those of other religious traditions. Were it so, they would not seek to take ‘Christ’ out of Christmas.

A second year student in an English secondary school might quickly tell them about the respect felt by Muslims toward Jesus (peace be upon him). Muhammad (peace be upon him) is the final prophet, but Jesus is the prophet who will come as judge at the end of time. Showing disrespect toward Jesus is showing disrespect towards Muslim for whom the Gospels are holy books.

Another student who had studied Hinduism might point out that for Hindus Jesus is a prophet who brings light to the world. One need not be Christian to see Christmas as the coming of light into the world.

The only people who seem to have a problem with the term ‘Christmas’ are the secularists, who with a breathtaking disregard for the wishes of the majority, assume their opinion is normative. ‘Sensitivity’ seems to be a term to cover the imposition of their ideas upon everyone else.

Oddly, one of the arguments that secularists would put forward is that there is a need to safeguard the heritage of local communities.

So what about the heritage of the people of Langport?

I can trace my local lineage back to the 1500s, the Crossmans were in North Petherton in the 1500s, in Middlezoy in the 1600s, and arrived in Langport in the 1700s. Generations of my forebears lie beneath the soil of the local churchyards.

Don’t the traditions of local people matter? Don’t those for whom this place is deep in their identity have a right to be respected?

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A distant investiture

Posted on 14th November 2023 by Ian

According to the radio, the King of England was seventy-five years old today. Once, when he was a young man, he was the focus of the rapt attention of S.pmerset schoolchildren

Our school television could have been a prop from one of those 1960s science fiction series. There was a rectangle of tubular metal which had a wheel at each of its four corners and from each of the four corners there rose four long legs, each a greyish brown colour similar to the base rectangle. The legs disappeared into a box at the top that was the colour of light wood, although whether it was wood, I never discovered; only initiates were allowed to push it from one room to another.

If Dr Who could travel through time in a blue police telephone, what couldn’t he have done with something on wheels? There always seemed a great sense of ceremony in it being moved; perhaps it was unstable and the funereal pace at which it moved reflected a concern for personal safety, perhaps there was concern that any damage would cost a huge amount of money, perhaps it was simply a matter of fear and trepidation at the possible consequences of not doing as one was told.

Once the manoeuvres had been completed with a solemnity that would grace any ceremony, the double doors at the front of the box were opened and the power was turned on.

Our primary school television was black and white, but for a school of forty pupils in the 1960s, it constituted a major item of expenditure. It had come complete with the stilts on wheels that allowed it to be moved backwards and forwards between our two classrooms.

Both BBC and ITV had excellent schools programmes for television; one of them had a clock that counted down the minute before the programme started. Except for Picture Box, I don’t remember the names of the programmes. There was no question of watching anything else on the television, for the simple fact that there was nothing else to watch. As soon as the schools transmission was over, the channels reverted to the test card.

However, if there were to be a major event, the BBC would cover it and Miss Rabbage would let us watch. On 1st July 1969, we got off lightly with school work, the television was turned on and we watched the investiture of Charles as Prince of Wales live from Carnarfon Castle. None of us knew what an investiture was, but it was a lot better than arithmetic and Charles Kingsley.

Only in 2006 did I see for the first time see pictures of the investiture in colour. A polychromatic Charles looks much younger than the black and white stilt borne images that I remember.

I wonder if, on his seventy-fifth birthday, he remembered that summer of 1969 and had any idea of who might be watching.

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Visiting graves

Posted on 11th November 2023 by Ian

In June of this year, it was a privilege to visit the graves or memorials to High Ham men on the Western Front. Photographs were taken at each location, but some seem to have been lost.

Bryson Bellot Lieut. N.S.Y

In Memory of

Lieutenant BRYSON BELLOT

1st/1st, North Somerset Yeomanry

who died age 24

on 27 March 1918

Son of Hugh H. L. Bellot, D.C.L., and Beatrice V. Bellot,

of High Ham, Somerset.

Remembered with honour

INSCRIPTION

DEEPLY LOVED SON OF HUGH H. L. & BEATRICE V. BELLOT OF HIGH HAM

Buried at ABBEVILLE COMMUNAL CEMETERY EXTENSION

Location: Somme, France
Number of casualties: 2004

Cemetery/memorial reference: I. G. 28.

Bryson Bellot was born in Adddlestone, Surrey in 1894 to Beatrice Violette Bellot nee Clarke and Hugh Hale Leigh Bellot. His brother was Hugh Hale Bellot who was born 26th January 1890

Bryson Bellot standing in front of the windmill at High Ham

Francis E Cox Pte. Glouc. Regt.

Private COX, FRANCIS E.
Service Number 202139

Died 10/10/1917

Aged 21

1st/4th Bn.
Gloucestershire Regiment

Son of George and Eliza Sophia Cox, of Berefield Cottage, High Ham, Langport, Somerset.

Commemorated at TYNE COT MEMORIAL

Location: West-Vlaanderen, Belgium
Number of casualties: 34997

Cemetery/memorial reference: Panel 72 to 75.

Guy M Crossman 2nd Lt. Welch Regt.

Second Lieutenant
CROSSMAN, GUY DANVERS MAINWARING
Died 10/07/1916

Aged 31

13th Bn.
Welsh Regiment

Son of the Rev. Charles Danvers Crossman and Isabella Jane Crossman, of High Ham, Somerset. Joined Public Schools Service Battalion 1914.

WE THANK OUR GOD UPON EVERY REMEMBRANCE OF YOU

Buried at FLATIRON COPSE CEMETERY, MAMETZ

Location: Somme, France
Number of casualties: 1152

Cemetery/memorial reference: VI. D. 3.

Guy Danvers Mainwaring Crossman was born in High Ham in 1885 to Isabelle Jane and Charles Danvers Crossman. His brother was Norman Danvers Mainwaring Crossman who was born 1882. He lived at The Rectory, High Ham.

H C (Fred) Cullen Pte. S.L.I.

Private CULLEN, HENRY CHARLES

Service Number 26023

Died 17/02/1917

Aged 39

7th Bn.
Somerset Light Infantry

Husband of Elizabeth Ann Cullen, of High Ham, Langport, Somerset.

Buried at VARENNES MILITARY CEMETERY

Location: Somme, France
Number of casualties: 1219

Cemetery/memorial reference: I. I. 4.

C Victor Frith Pte. S.L.I.

Private FRITH, CHARLES VICTOR
Service Number 3796

Died 09/06/1917

Aged 28

1st Bn.
Honourable Artillery Company

Son of Samuel Stuckey Frith and Mary Frith, of Easton, Wells, Somerset.

Buried at DUISANS BRITISH CEMETERY, ETRUN

Location: Pas de Calais, France
Number of casualties: 3289

Cemetery/memorial reference: IV. J. 6.

Charles Victor Frith was born in Wells, Somerset, United Kingdom in 1888 to Mary and Samuel Stuckey Frith. His siblings were Emily M Frith born in 1869, Alfred George Frith born in 1870, Alice J Frith born in 1871, Edward R Frith born in 1874, Sarah Frith born in 1876, Harold Frith born in 1878, Athel Frith born in 1879, James Roy S Frith born in 1882, Eleana Frith born in 1885. They lived at the family home at Coxley Mill, Wells, Somerset.

In 1911 he lived at 19 Grosvenor Place, Cheltenham, Gloucestershire. In 1915 he lived at The Cottage, High Ham, Somerset

Percy T Garland Trpr. D.G.

Private
GARLAND, PERCY
Service Number 101479

Died 24/03/1918

3rd Dragoon Guards (Prince of Wales’ Own)

Commemorated at POZIERES MEMORIAL

Location: Somme, France
Number of casualties: 14708

Cemetery/memorial reference: Panel 1 and 2.

Percy Garland was born in High Ham in 1888.

 

Maurice Lloyd Gnr. R.G.A.

Gunner LLOYD, MAURICE
Service Number 129655

Died 13/05/1917

Aged 19

3rd Army Pool
Royal Garrison Artillery

Son of Joseph and Emma Jane Lloyd, of Fir Tree Farm, Low Ham, Langport, Somerset.

Buried at FEUCHY BRITISH CEMETERY

Location: Pas de Calais, France
Number of casualties: 211

Cemetery/memorial reference: II. B. 6.

Maurice Lloyd was born in Henley in 1898 to Joseph and Emma Jane Lloyd. His brothers were Joe V Lloyd born in 1896, Norman Lloyd born in 1901, and George Wallis Lloyd born in 1897. In 1911, he lived at Fir Tree Farm, Low Ham.

James R U Mead Corpl. W.S.Y.

Lance Corporal MEAD, JAMES ROBERT UTTERMARE
Service Number 27724

Died 05/08/1917

Aged 26

7th Bn.
Somerset Light Infantry

Son of Robert Uttermare Mead and Florence Martha Rose Mead, of “Inglenook,” Low Ham, Langport, Somerset. Six years service; also served at Gallipoli with the West Somerset Yeomanry.

Commemorated at YPRES (MENIN GATE) MEMORIAL

Location: West-Vlaanderen, Belgium
Number of casualties: 54612

Cemetery/memorial reference: Panel 21.

James Robert Uttermare Mead was born in Low Ham in 1891 to Florence Martha Rose and Robert Uttermare Mead.

T Champion D Mead Gnr. R.H.A.

Gunner MEAD, THOMAS CHAMPION DENHAM
Service Number 176964

Died 29/07/1917

Aged 24

“X” Bty. 17th Bde.
Royal Horse Artillery

Son of Robert Uttermare Mead and Florence Martha Rose Mead, of “Inglenook,” Low Ham, Langport, Somerset.

INSCRIPTION BELOVED SON OF ROBERT AND ROSE MEAD INGLENOOK, LOW HAM SOMERSET

Buried at MAROC BRITISH CEMETERY, GRENAY

Location: Pas de Calais, France
Number of casualties: 1124

Cemetery/memorial reference: II. H. 15.

Thomas Champion Denham Mead was born in Low Ham in 1894 to Florence Martha Rose and Robert Uttermare Mead.

Albert E J G Open L.Cpl. S.L.I.

Private OPEN, A E J G
Service Number 32270

Died 02/09/1918

12th (West Somerset Yeomanry) Bn.
Somerset Light Infantry

Buried at PERONNE COMMUNAL CEMETERY EXTENSION

Location: Somme, France
Number of casualties: 1424

Cemetery/memorial reference: III. D. 34.

Albert Edward Joseph George Open was born in Isle Brewers, Somerset in 1895.

 

E Charles Rood Ptr. Can. Infy.

Private
ROOD, ERNEST CHARLES
Service Number 186322

Died 03/05/1917

Aged 24

27th Bn.
Canadian Infantry

Son of George and Elizabeth Ann Rood, of Henley, High Ham, Langport, Somerset, England.

Commemorated at VIMY MEMORIAL

Location: Pas de Calais, France
Number of casualties: 11242

Ernest Charles Rood was born in High Ham on 24th December 1892 to Elizabeth Ann and George Rood. His siblings were Albion Rood born in 1891, Hubert Rood born in 1897, Edith Rood born in 1900, and Lucy Ann Rood born in 1904. In 1911 they lived at Henley Corner, High Ham.

Walter H Townsend Pte. R.E.

Sapper TOWNSEND, WALTER
Service Number 166786

Died 19/10/1917

Aged 20

233rd Field Coy.
Royal Engineers

Youngest son of the late John and Clara Townsend, of King St., Swindon. Carpenter and Wheelwright.

Buried at Coxyde Military Cemetery

Walter Townsend was born in Swindon, Wiltshire in 1897.

 

Augustus Wilkins Pte. Can. Infy.

Private WILKINS, A
Service Number 255104

Died 02/09/1918

Aged 26

46th Bn.
Canadian Infantry

Son of William Dewdney Wilkins and Sarah Wilkins, of White House Farm, Henley, High Ham, Langport, Somerset, England.

Buried at DURY CRUCIFIX CEMETERY

Location: Pas de Calais, France
Number of casualties: 292

Cemetery/memorial reference: III. C. 22.

Augustus Wilkins was born in High Ham in 1894.

 

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