farming families of East Somerset - not what you'd expect
Not much can be recalled about William Creed, save that he wrote with a strong, fair, hand, and chastised his son for carving his initials on a marrow.
Bucolic Somerset is not - cousins have been educating themselves by candle light and flying out of the county since boats could sail and the train hit Cary. But while the cows chewed their cud (and occasionally someone's arm - see within) the records were being kept, and thus we know more about William Creed from the family he kept. And you shall, too.