An interesting account of a local family written during WWII by Ernest (George) Weller and provided by his daughter Sheila Maureen Boyle – nee Weller.
I do not expect the following narrative to be a best seller or a world-wide success or anything like it, but if it conveys all I wish it to, to any reader then I am satisfied. I was born the son and heir not to a vast fortune in estate, but to a life very dearly and carefully directed in the straight and honourable way, my mother and father had taken before me. My father has worked for his living in various ways from his early years and is still doing so today at an age over 65. Two daughters have been before me, Edith was named after my fathers’ sister, Winifred after a child my mother was nanny to in her single days. Then in 1909 I was born; I dare to say I have given them a deal of trouble but neither of my parents would admit this, I am sure I was a very trying child. The other members of our family are brothers, Reg. Maurice, and Bert.