A memory from South Petherton,
“Most dread of all childish night time fears was the Fire
Bell. It was rung by smashing a piece of glass to get at the rope and the
faster the bell the more urgent the massage to the firemen. The engine was
pushed out, the horses fetched and they all got off to a noisy, flying start,
to the burning hay or straw or farm buildings.”
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