By Edna Blundell
I first went to the zoo in June 1942. It was the day of my mothers funeral at Stoak church, and as children didn't go to funerals in those days an uncle took myself and two brothers to the zoo. I was 7 1/2, Jimmy 9 and George 5 so it was quite an adventure for us. I can't remember what I saw that day but I have been a lot of times since. I can remember having a ride on the elephant and my Dad taking us for afternoon tea in the "big house". I feel that I have grown up with the zoo as I will be 80 in December and I still love going there.
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