Ken Mundy

Ken has been mentioned quite often in these pages. He was the last cobbler/shoemaker in the village of Market Lavington running his business until ill health forced retirement in the 1980s.

Our photo shows Ken in the 1960s with all the clutter of his High Street premises around him.

Ken Mundy, Market Lavington cobbler and shoemaker in his shop during the 1960s.

We think Ken was born in 1915, the son of Fred and Lilian. Fred had been born in 1888, probably in the property which became Ken’s shoe emporium.

Ken became known as the man without mains water. He was the last person in the village to collect water from Broadwell, using two buckets and a wooden yoke. He did this well into the 1950s. His pigs, kept on The Clays, had mains water long before he did.

Ted, the leader of the village walks is one of those who recalls seeing Ken walking to Broadwell for water. He also recalls that lads used to go and chat with Ken as he worked. Cobblers seem to have had a reputation for homely wisdom. When Ted married, Ken made his shoes as a wedding gift. They were an exceptionally comfortable pair of shoes.

Do you have tales of Ken? We’d love to hear from you.


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10 Responses to “Ken Mundy”

  1. Margaret Copsey Says:

    Hi Rog,

    I am enquiring to see if any-one knows the ancestors of Ken Mundy.

    I have an Elizabeth Mundy in my tree ( the same tree which I sent you info on about the Cookseys’ of Pond Farm) who married Edward Wells, they were my 3x gt.grandparents. on my maternal grandmothers side.

    Regards Margaret.

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  3. Mark Says:

    Hi Margaret,
    I can tell you that Ken Mundy does still have family in the village, Mrs Margaret Mundy Ken’s sister in law.

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  5. Claudia Says:

    Hi, I am Ken Mundy’s niece, Claudia and daughter of Margaret Mundy, I now live in Bournemouth. Life in the village was good. My uncle Ken was a late riser but this was due to his late nights that he kept with the boys when they came out from the pub and then into his shop after the pubs closed he always enjoyed a chat with the boys. One of his jobs was to deliver the evening papers to the next village he enjoyed this as he could chat along the way. So sad all these villagers have gone, not only my uncle but many more with old skills which made the village what it is today.

    • marketlavingtonmuseum Says:

      Hi Claudia
      How delightful to hear from you and to be reminded again of that village character, Ken.
      I wonder if you have any photos you might be able to share with us.
      I’ll send an email.



  6. Claudia Says:

    Hi Rog, Not sure what photos my mum may have at home (Mkt Lavington) I will be home this week so I will have a look, I think most of the photos are of the family, Ken’s mum and dad and my dad and his sister. I will be in touch

  7. Mark Roberts Says:

    I was a student at Dauntsey’s School in West Lavington in the early 70s. At that time my family lived in HongKong and consequently pretty much all of our shoes were made to measure as shoemakers were plentiful and relatively inexpensive. I had a pair of Chelsea boots made in about 1974 but the heels were terrible; so I went to Mr Mundy to get them fixed. Going into the shop was like stepping back in time, for he seemed almost a Dickensian figure, all in black and with what seemed like muttonchop whiskers. I remember being amazed by the heaps of shoes behind and to the side of him, and the general sense of loosely organised chaos. I explained what I wanted and gave him a diagram which I’d sketched on a piece of paper. He looked at it, took the boots and the paper and told me to come back next week. When I returned he said “Ah yes, now where are they?” After a couple of minutes rooting through a huge pile of footwear, a boot was found. A minute or two of excavation later, the other one turned up in a totally different place. They were exactly as I’d wanted. I think the price was 75p. A bargain. The boots disintegrated before the heels did.

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