Elsie Squibb wasn’t always popular. When we used to sit on the bank writing down the number plates of the cars coming through –  and there weren’t many, – she’d come out and complain, and say we were making too much noise; she needed some peace and quiet.
On one afternoon she had brought home a nice box of cakes from Wrays Bakery in Newport. Mike Henderson kicked a football and it knocked into the box, and the cakes weren’t improved…. Mike Smith b 1951

North View, Thorley

We all used to be so envious of Phyllis Squibb. She seemed to have all the things our parents couldn’t buy us.  Years later, she said how she’d envied our freedom. Her Dad used to insist on meeting her and walking her home, even from Wellow Institute.
Poor Els., her bark was worse than her bite. If you were in real trouble, she’d be there to help. Mary Henderson b 1954