John, Nick, Kit, Cynthia, Patsy and Margaret.
Grandpa and Granny met at Waterrow Chapel (Methodist of course) Grandpa with his siblings and his parents were living about 2 miles up the road at Chipstable. Granny used to come up from South Molton and stay with her maternal Grandparents (Joyces) who farmed at Fleed Farm which is on a by-road on the Wiveliscombe side of Waterrow about a mile from the Chapel. I have a friend who now lives in Wiveliscombe whose father remembers the Andrew family attending Waterrow Chapel. He also farmed at Waterrow. Mother told me the story of a service at the Chapel when the sermon was about not being able to sleep because of having a guilty conscience. At the time Grandpa was having trouble sleeping and this amused the little Andrews. (Kit Norrish)
After farming in various farms, Chipstable and Fitzhead they retired to Holway Green in Taunton where George took up bowling and played on a green in Vivary Park (Taunton). They paid all their working lives into a Methodist charity and Nance took advantage of that and spent her last years in a home in Minehead, Westerley.
- Oliver Andrew 1908-1993 and Mina Hocken
- John Andrew 1912-1997 and Freda Hawkings 1912-2006
- Joyce Andrew 1911-1998 and Boris Norrish 1912-1969
- Brian Andrew 1926-2005 and Jo Williams 1928-2011
- Stan Andrew 1915-2001 and Melba Sherwin 1914-2003
- Nance (Annie Elizabeth) Clarke
Personal Information
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Name
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Titus G Andrew
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| Born | Jan 1879 | Buckland Brewer, Devon, England |
| Gender | ♂️ Male | |
Parents ( 1 )
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Father
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Oliver Bray Andrew | |
| Mother | Isabella Kate Fulford | |
| Siblings |
♀️ Alice Isabella Andrew
♂️ Cecil Reginald Andrew ♀️ Eva Jane Andrew |
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Spouses ( 1 )
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Spouse
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Nance Clarke | |
| Children |
♀️ Joyce Fulford Andrew
♂️ William Oliver George Andrew ♂️ Herbert John ANDREW ♂️ Leonard Brian Andrew ♂️ Stanley Reginald Andrew |
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Spouses ( 2 )
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Spouse
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Nance Clarke | |
| Children |
♀️ Joyce Fulford Andrew
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Events
📍 Buckland Brewer, Devon, England
📍 Holway Green, Taunton, Somerset, England
Grandpa bought a horse from a fellow local farmer who was not by any means a staunch teetotaller. The horse was used to stopping at all the local pubs and Grandpa (strictly TT.) found it very embarrassing that the horse continued these stops when he was riding. This was in the days before Grandpa had a car. Kit Norrish
Grandpa had a distinctive walk, more noticeable to hear rather than to watch. I was taking Mother and Uncle Oliver one day up to Chipstable for some reason and we went down passed Fleed Farm and they explained to me that it was about half way down the lane that the horse shied at something in the hedge, bolted and in doing so the trap tipped over depositing Grandpa in the lane with a broken leg. He went to a hospital in Bristol to get it mended and walked in that distinctive manner ever after. Kit