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Moat Williams wrote about the 1870s: 'During that time the country living conditions were much as they had been for generations: pitiably low wages, long hours of crippling toil, bad housing, rough and scanty feeding - more dinner times than dinners!' Indeed when village people are writing about those days, food is a topic to which they return again and again, food or the lack of it, the long hours of work and how they entertained themselves. The housewife with a hungry man and a family of growing children, had her work cut out to keep them fed. A whole egg to himself made a birthday treat for a youngster. There was usually plenty of fat bacon, because for a few shillings the cottager could keep two pigs, one for food and one for sale. The pig provided a variety of food. Besides pork and bacon there were chitlins, cretlins, brawn, trotters, liver, kidney and ham, in fact all except the squeak! Small fowl, blackbirds, thrushes and fieldfares were taken to give variety to the bill of fare. Larks and pigeons were sought after, and at rook-shooting time [i]every household had at least one rook pie or crow tart. River fish, including pike and of course crayfish, were eaten regularly. Vegetable gardens and allotments were used to their fullest extent, and many vegetables were stored for the winter. When wheat prices were prohibitive, barley meal was substituted. Some of it was made into a roly-poly called 'clangers' which was sometimes so hard that it had to be suspended in the

river all morning before it could be eaten for the midday meal. Wine was made from an astonishing variety of things, even oak leaves and squitch (couch grass). Beer was brewed from mangels boiled with hops. Any kind of leaves soaked in rum would make a tobacco substitute.

People seldom travelled much more than five miles from home. There were occasional trips further afield by wagonet or even by train, to foreign parts like Weston-super-Mare. So the newcomer to the village was well advised to tread delicately lest he comment unfavourably upon the behaviour of someone to a person who might be that somebody's aunt, uncle or cousin! This is still so today!

Amusement had to be homemade or brought to the village - the swings and roundabouts of Minster Feast, the performing bear, the itinerant fiddler for dancing. There were penny readings (dreadfuls) as late as the 1880s. A minstrel troup (black faces, curly wigs) were popular entertainers and there was the church choir. On St. Valentine's Day a certain village worthy had the children line-up along the side of his garden wall and he gave them all pennies out of a wooden bowl, while they sang, 'Valentine, Valentine, I'll be your Valentine.' The Harvest Home was attended by the farmer and his wife and all farm hands. There was eating and drinking and polite speeches while the farmer was there, but when he retired from the proceedings, the festivities became more uproarious. Dissatisfied farm workers changed their jobs in early October before ploughing began. At the Mop or Hiring Fair, wearing something in his hat to indicate the kind of employment he desired (a bit of sheep's wool, some cow hair), the farmhand looked for a new employer.

Moat Williams commented on the dress of the village children: 'Graceful young bodies encased in hideous garments cut down from the worn dresses and suits which fathers and mothers had discarded; little girls wearing preposterous hats; a general dinginess.' Sunday was a day of gloom, enforced church attendance, no games, best behaviour at all times.

Mrs. Amy Blake in her memoirs of early this century recalls the fete and cricket match, the bowling for the pig and the competition for the best wagon and horses. The farmers would load their wagons with children and take them for a ride round the village. Although poor Amy had helped prepare the horses, she was not allowed to go to the fete because her father thought it was sinful. The spring brought violet and primrose picking, and watching the hurdlemaker, Will Ferriman, at work. He used to make the children bats and whistles, and the blacksmith, Mr. Hall, made the boys iron hoops and the girls wooden ones to bowl. Tradesmen called. The grocer, Mr. Monk, from Witney, called monthly for his order; there was also Mrs. Pratley with cotton, lace, dusters and laces; the baker, Mr. Norridge, with his lovely cottage loaves and hot lardies; and Alf Godfrey, the paraffin man, who also sold soap, soda, peppermints and all the things necessary for the kitchen grate. Mr. Castle brought fish and old Mr. Walker came with black and hog puddings, and there were the gypsies, who always gave her a thrill, with their pegs and prophesies.

Before the school was built Mrs. Lock used to teach children in her cottage, and a night school and Sunday school were held in another cottage. The school was built in 1871 and was first used as a vaccination centre for a smallpox epidemic. Minster escaped this epidemic but did not escape from diphtheria. One poor father carried his small children on three successive days to the churchyard! Amy Blake recalls all the fun of the playground games, but Evelyn Baker tells how cruelly strict and how handy the Headteacher was with the cane. There were two classes and the head teacher's wife was the other teacher. When her husband was called up to the war, she would leave the children to sewing and gardening and go up to the main road to watch out for the convoys of troops and to buy beer for the soldiers. One day while she was away the boys got into her house and drank the beer and smoked the 'fags'. The cane whistled that day!

Amy Blake, in remembering the good things of those days, writes: `When babies were born your next-door neighbour did the washing, someone else had the other children and helped with the cooking and ironing. If the old folk were ill someone had to sit with them through the night - there were always willing people - no such thing as a district nurse! I remember our doctor cycling from Witney to all the neighbouring villages night or day.' Evelyn Baker writes that less serious illnesses were treated at home with brimstone and treacle, raspberry vinegar and blackcurrent tea. Goosegrease or Russian tallow from the millwheels was rubbed on the chest and covered with brown paper. Grease off the church bells was believed to heal shingles.

Amy Blake concludes: 'The showpeople used to come to the village and do plays and shows like [i] Murder in the Red Barn and others. They stayed about a week. Life was simple. Plenty of hard work and lots of fun and everyone seemed content and so life went on.' Evelyn Baker remembers entertainment held in the school, the vicar giving lantern slides and musical evenings by local talent. Drama was performed in the ruins with one memorable play of Robin Hood.

The Baker family moved from the old village to a Charterville bungalow. She recalls: 'The bungalows on the estate were never as warm as the thick stone walled cottages in the old village. Water was close to hand, even if it had to be pumped up. The privy was close to the house, next to the pig styes. They had iron grates in most rooms and certainly they were needed, our being on top of the hill and exposed to all the winds. My mother lost her first baby and she always said it was moving up here. It just got chilled and died.'