Abergele, Clarendon School c.1955
Memories of Abergele, Clarendon School c1955
Although I am still contact with some of my classmates, I can't forget that a number of things began for me at Clarendon - a love of the Bible; through it we were given foundation to which we can come back over and over again, a love of music and a love of sport. The plaque that was on the wall opposite the entrance door which was the power force of all that went on and that made Clarendon what it was: "And the Government shall be upon His Shoulder'' I hold very dear to my heart. As Miss Swain often remarks in her letter to those letters to us; "Underneath are the everlasting arms - lean hard" has always been to most of us a backbone! She may not have entirely moved with the times ...Read full memory
I was a pupil at Clarendon from 1971-75, when I had to leave after the fire. I wasn't allowed to go to the new school in Bedford, it was too far away for my parents, I was very disappointed. It was a privilege to be a pupil there, even though at the time we didn't think so - I was homesick alot of the time. I have recently stayed in the Kimnel Manor pub in St Georges and went to see the building - so sad to see the state it is in, hopefullly new owners will return it to its former glory. The church was just the same, and smelled the same, those Sundays trudging down a track in rain hail and snow to church. It was lovely returning, and it hadn't changed.
My great grandparents used to live at Fairfield, Sea Road, they also used to have a barbers & tobacconists at Stanley House, I think it's Bridge Street. I gGo quite often to Abergele now as my son has a caravan there. Would love to find out more info if anyone has any.
I was a student at Clarendon between 1963 and 1966, and how I remember the Sunday evenings curled up before the fire listening to gospel and classical music before supper. Of course there were also the House evenings spent in the Principal's parlour doing our sewing or embroidery or some other craft work, while she read to us from one of the missionary books or short stories that she kept for the ocassion. Those were really good old days, and memories that are treasured for years. I live in the Caribbean and sometimes its hard to believe that we actually participated in those genteel activities back then. Life has truly changed and the music we hear oround us now resonates with the clash of the dancehall and reggae. What a difference!
Memories of Abergele
Looking at this photo, I'm taken back to summers on that beach full of pebbles and the cafe shown with its novel smell, something like milky coffee! At about this time Abergele had a cinema, upstairs in the market street. My parents owed Coed Mor, a guest house in the town, and some of the children ...Read full memory
This photo shows what was known as the black shed just above the first bridge on the river Gele, to the left of the photo was the school field at the bottom of Berth Glyd where I was born. If you go up Gypsy Lane you will come to an old stone bridge, this bridge is known as the first bridge, which is one of four that crosses the ...Read full memory
We use to walk down this road to the beach with the cafe and seafood stalls at the end. Use to watch the "Welsh Dragon" train go past as the line was close to the beach. Steam in those days and what a site it was.
I remember on family holidays we use to come and sit on the beach and make a hollow out of the pebbles and shelter from the wind. Also the shellfish stall - of getting cockles for me and oysters for my mum. Its exactly how I remember it.