To complete the story Norman Cartwright went over to the States with his Father who was a vet. The Father was employed to buy horses (his speciality apparently) for the Army, leaving his practice in this village in the hands of his elder son and daughter. Youngest boy went along for the ride but, on reaching an appropriate age, joined up to "get into the action" before it was all over. He was, as I say, killed in action shortly after his regiment reached the front line. The father never got over it and died not long after his return to the UK. The Elder son and daughter carried on with the practice (she as "nurse" and "receptionist/secretary") until the 60s when both died within a couple of years of one another. Neither ever married. In his declining years the brother took on a young man as a partner. This chap carried on the practice for many years finally merging with another in Prestatyn. He is, obviously, now old, but still lives locally in North Wales and he contacted me when I mentioned the things I had discovered in the village magazine. He gave me the full story. The brother donated the land on which the village war memorial now stands to the village in the early 50s and the memorial was erected by the local council who advertised for names to go on it as no-one had an accurate record. The memorial is just across the road from my house.
The large house in the top left of the picture is their house, the low building to the right, immediately behind the memorial garden wall is the practice offices and stables, now the house is home to a local artist and her daughter (also an artist) and the practice office and stables are their studio. I just took the pic from my front gate.
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The Old Vet's surgery etc hardly shows in the picture now I look at it properly. Funny how what is on the screen of the camera is never quite what comes out when you "save" the picture
