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Abergorlech, the Bridge 1950
Abergorlech, the Bridge 1950 Ref: a264005
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On tracing my family tree I found out that I was related to William Giffiths,born 1812 in Aergorlech. I recently went to view the village and surrounding countryside and it is a really pretty village located next to Bechfa forest, the bridge is a fasanating design and the river beautiful.
Shared on 12 April 2009
Talley, Lakes and Abbey 1936
Ref: 87713
Although I have only recently been to Talley on researching my family history my roots go back to the village well into the 1700s. The family I speak about is the Griffiths family of Blaenag Isaf, they were the blacksmiths of the village right up until 40 years ago. Nearly all of William Griffith's sons also became blacksmiths in and around the villages. William was my G G G grandfather, we are connected to many families within the area and are also related to the Griffiths family of Cwmdu. On researching the family I have become very interested not just in the geneology of my family but of the area and the life they had. I am very proud of my roots, it can't have been an easy life that they led.
Shared on 08 March 2010
Talley, Lakes and Abbey 1936
Ref: 87713
My great grandparents, John and Margaret Williams, lived at Llansadwrn and they and my grandparents are buried in the Church Yard at Talley. My grandparents, Evan and Florence (Dolly) Williams lived at Dan y Graig. Many happy days spent there with them in the 60's. My grandmother worked very hard to make ends meet as unfortunately my grandfather, who had seen active service in the trenches during the first world war, had been badly scarred by his experiences and sadly drank to excess. I believe that my grandfather, an ex policeman, was the village postman at some stage. I have visited Talley recently and the old road around to the church is still as I remember it, but sadly as with many other lovely old villages, a horrible big road runs through the middle of it. My grandparents were very friendly with "Annie Cwmdu" who ran the pub and we used to visit her a lot. Oh such happy days.....
Shared on 20 October 2006
My wife and I went to Caio some 6 months after we married. I was recalled into the army 2 days after our wedding due to the Sues crisis although I was only away from home for 4 months it was long enough for me to loose my job and so soon after the Sues crisis there was a lot of unemployment and I was the end of the queue. After some weeks we were offered three jobs with the Forestry Commission. One at Newcastle Emeyn , one at Llanwrtyd Wells, and one at Caio. Not having any idea where any of these places were we struck for Caio probably because we could spell and pronounce Caio easier than the others. Came the day of the move, the little bit of furniture we had left in one of Pickfords vans the night before followed by us in father-in-law’s little A35 car early the next morning. A very heavy pregnant wife in the front and mother-in-law and me squeezed in the back as we headed for the unknown. What would we find? We found Caio, a place that at that time was not on most maps. On the plus side lovely village with lovely people. On the minus they all spoke Welsh.
On our arrival we were met by our next door neighbour Mrs Davis and her husband W R Davis always known as W R he was a foreman with the commission. Mrs Davis welcomed us all with a hot dinner. [Enough to feed an army] and treated us as if she had known us for years while W R and friends unloaded what furniture we had. There were a lot of charaters living in the village then people like Willy Tom Rees. Rees the blacksmith, to name just two.
Our son David was born in Llandovery hospital on the 10th of May of that year and we started our real family life, but by September the following year we had had enough of those hills and that Language and to be quite honest I think we became lonely for our friends and family. Anyway much to the pleads of Mrs Davis to stay we left and returned to the South of England where we still live to this day. We go back as much as we can from time to time and stay with Gina Jones. the last of our long lost friends still living there now. A couple of days is enough but it seems much closer now we have the M4 motorway & the bridge we hurry along to get home. George Larbey
Shared on 11 January 2008
Pentalardd, Maesycrugiau - Our Own Smallholding Neay Llanybydder
We moved to Pentalardd in Carmarthenshire (near Llanybydder) when I was 15 years old. My parents had sold our home near Addlestone Surrey as we wanted to live on our own smallholding in the Welsh countryside.
I worked on a farm, called Glantwelly Faur near Pencader, as my first real job. The farmer's name was David Owen. I only earned £5.00 a week in those days but I really enjoyed that year working on the farm.
In September of 1968 I started a 1 year 'live in' agricultural course at Gelli Aur (Golden Grove) Farm Institute near Llandeilo. I couldn't wait to leave the place while I was there but looking back on it I made some good friends there and had some great fun. I left Gelli Aur in July 1969 and achieved a National Certificate in agriculture and an O Level pass in GCE agricultural science. Then I went back to work on David Owen's farm in Pencader. In 1972 we decided we'd like to move to Hampshire and moved out of Pentalardd at August Bank Holiday of that year.
Looking back I really wish we'd stayed in Wales now. The winters could be pretty dismal and wet but the summers there were absolutely gorgeous. I really love Wales xxxx
Cymru Am Byth from Robin Hope (me)
Shared on 27 December 2008
