George Crumpton, waggoner at Hill House Farm, Stourport Road, Great Witley, Worcestershire.
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Walter Cartwrightsays
As a young lad growing up in Structons Heath, I knew George very well, he used to plough with two heavy horses, until one day, the Banks family decided to move into the 20th century, they bought a new grey Ferguson t10 I think It was. George who was visually challenged used to really dislike this new arrival, he would whistle as he drove it out of fear I suspect, one day he lost control of it and drove into the duck pond up at the Hill House, I think I remember it was his trusty horses that pulled it out. Much laughter from Mr Nerc Cooper the head farm hand back in the sixties and Mr Ben Hinton, an excellent hedge brushed, sadly Georges failing health caught up with him, I remember my mother , Mrs Mary Cartwright, would take home a meal over to his small cottage over at the Rock. My Mum is now in her very late 80s and of failing health herself. Wonderful memories of Hill House Farm
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Walter Cartwright
George was my great uncle. I have fond memories of him and his sheepdog. He would walk to my Nan’s house, his sister Elizebeth Mary Pound (Known as Tibby), for his dinner several days a week.
There are lots of memories of him at The Dog at Dunley, where he drank most of my family under the table, I remember them saying he had hollow legs.
He latterley lived in the Glebe next door to Nan
As a young lad growing up in Structons Heath, I knew George very well, he used to plough with two heavy horses, until one day, the Banks family decided to move into the 20th century, they bought a new grey Ferguson t10 I think It was. George who was visually challenged used to really dislike this new arrival, he would whistle as he drove it out of fear I suspect, one day he lost control of it and drove into the duck pond up at the Hill House, I think I remember it was his trusty horses that pulled it out. Much laughter from Mr Nerc Cooper the head farm hand back in the sixties and Mr Ben Hinton, an excellent hedge brushed, sadly Georges failing health caught up with him, I remember my mother , Mrs Mary Cartwright, would take home a meal over to his small cottage over at the Rock. My Mum is now in her very late 80s and of failing health herself. Wonderful memories of Hill House Farm
Thank you
Walter Cartwright
George was my great uncle. I have fond memories of him and his sheepdog. He would walk to my Nan’s house, his sister Elizebeth Mary Pound (Known as Tibby), for his dinner several days a week.
There are lots of memories of him at The Dog at Dunley, where he drank most of my family under the table, I remember them saying he had hollow legs.
He latterley lived in the Glebe next door to Nan