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I Lived in Aberbargoed 1965-2008
I was born in Cwrt Coch Street, Aberbargoed in 1965. I remember I used to sit in Chris the cobbler's shop for hours chatting, his shop was a mess but he was good. When I was about 10 I was sat on the pavement waiting for my mam to come home from work, when the work bus with the pit men came down the street and went into the wall and knocked it down on top of me. I was taken to hospital in Aberbargoed and was lucky I was only bruised. I went to Bedwellty Comp from 1977-1982. I remember Gatties and Hathaways, Williams papershop, the old tip which is flattened now, we used to have great times when we were young, I miss it all.
ABERBARGOED
I was born in Pill, Newport, Mon, in 1938 and with my grandmother Charlotte Selina Jane Rossiter used to visit relatives in Aberbargoed. As in other memories, I shall never forget passing beneath the endless drums in the air transporting waste from the mines to the tips that to a child resembled huge mountains, the memory of miners' cottages and backyards with their outside toilets and the zinc bath hung on fences or the rear of the houses will forever be in my memory. Later in life I became a firman on the GWR and worked many early miners trains out of Newport to Aberbargoed and Tredegar. I cannot remember any relatives now but if anyone remembers my grandmother I would love to hear from them. Ernest
Paperboy
I was a paperboy from 1967-1970. My round was from Cliff Davies shop to the top of the pit past the old St Margaret's factory and on I walked to Brittania, it was a newish estate then. Some mornings I got a lift off Dai Radford the milkman in his very rare Landrover milk float.
Youth Club
It's funny, you are right, the dance always ended in a fight. They had some good bands though.
Aberbargoed
I was born in Aberbargoed in 1949 - I can also remember the buckets going over the main road and riding them holding on the side and dropping! My gran lived in the side streets. I used to deliver newspapers in the morning from Dai Hughes to Pant Street etc and when I was a kid I used to help deliver bread from the Wonderloaf van for several years -more to drive the van than for the money! Dai (the Bread) - real name Alan - was from Abertillery, a lovely bloke who liked cricket and a pint at the Coal Hole. I went to Bedwellty Grammar - Mother died in 2000 after living in Aberbargoed all her 86 years. I left in 1972 after working for Bedwellty Council on top by the duff crossing - I think it's flats now.
Nostalgia 1956 - 1980
I lived in Aberbargoed from 1956 until I got married in 1980. I loved the youth club on Pant Street. Started going when I was 12. We had some great dances there which usually ended up in a massive fight! I often wonder what happened to some of the people I went to school with. I can remember the buckets going across from Bargoed to Bedwellty. We used to play over the field under the buckets. My brother told me how he used to ride them when he was a young boy, he fell from the girder once and fractured his skull! No health and safety those days and no computers, we were out playing until dark sometimes.
Meeting Friends And Having Fun
I can remember meeting my 'first boyfriend' David Harding when I was 14, and him buying me my first Welsh doll. And having lovely walks up the 'Grieg' and being able to watch the wild horses, and actually sitting on the back of a huge white wild horse my cousin managed to catch. And collecting blackberries, and picking holly up near Bedwelty church, and being scared to death when taking a short cut through the churchyard, and going to the 'Tin Shed' for bread for my mum.
Riding The Buckets And Other Daft Things.
I remember when we would ride the buckets from Bargoed Pit to Brittania across the river, our big rope swing by Angel Lane and teasing the Pit Bobby. How we survived I'll never know. I think we learned more about elf'n safety the natural way than all the over-paid 'experts' could in a lifetime of courses that they have attended, I'm still kicking in my middle age...
