With a Few Good Friends

'Curley', though that wasn't his real name - I'm just calling him 'Curley' to protect his identity so to speak. He was my O/H's much loved uncle and what a character he was too. As far as I can remember, he barely ever moved more than a few mile radius from the farm on which he lived, except for that one time when he visited the Motor Show in London - but that's a story for another time. He died in 1978. I have his funeral service card in front of me now. The inscription on the bottom of it reads :-

'He never failed to do his best
His heart was true and tender
He toiled hard for those he loved
And left us to remember'

Which I think, is fair comment.

15 Minutes of Fame 

Austin A40 Somerset 1952 Photo of similar from Wikipedia

 You might have guessed, that there was nothing Curley liked better than a set of wheels. The year was 1955 and Curley had just bought his Austin Somerset. His car was similar to the pic from Wikipedia except the colour was Duck Egg Blue. In a small village like theirs it would't be too long before the word spread like wildfire. Come Sunday, he was more than willing to taxi his two sisters to Chapel. Dependant on the weather, it was quite common for the entire congregation to spend forty minutes inside and then another hour after the service, congregating on the pavement outside. Curley arrived early, parking his Austin Somerset in a prominent place to wow the ladies. He was just in the process of escorting his two sisters through the chapel door when Dai the Bank swanned up in his fire new shiny black, 6 cylinder, 2600 cc engine A90 with cream leather upholstery and parked smack bang two yards in front of it.

 Fordson Major E1A 

During the same year, a new tractor arrived on the scene. The old Fordson Major EN27 terrible- two-tank had been traded in for a diesel powered Fordson Major E1A. How many folks can you pack on a tractor? Well at least six! My future hubs (aged twelve) sitting on the mudguard next to Curley. The man at the back went by the name of 'Colonel' He was an expert hedge layer. His skill was much in demand around the neighbouring farms and he travelled from farm to farm on a BSA bantam motorbike. As he got older he moved into a residential home. As part payment for his labour he would ask whoever he was working for, if they would be kind enough to cut him a bit of best bacon off the hook in order to sweeten up Matron! Next to him brother George. On the right hand side, near the exhaust, young Derek from a quarter of a mile down the road. He loved to help on the farm. Sometimes the two boys snook off down the nearby canal gathering tangled floats and lines caught in the thorn bushes. These were often left behind by exasperated itinerant fishermen. And the prized possessions of the finders keepers. The young girl, Olwen in the driving seat's family lived in Birkenhead. During the heavy bombing raids of WWII. her heavily pregnant mother and her two step sisters were evacuated to the relative safety of the countryside. And they were billeted to Curley's farm not knowing what the future held. Olwen was born in the farm house bedroom two months later. The families kept in touch for quite a few years after the war ended and Olwen loved to spend her school holidays down on the farm. Life was good again!