Memories of Barmouth
The Welsh costumed young lady outside the Rock Shop had an unlimited supply of Pwllheli Number 8 rock. A joy to eat, unlike so many of today's softer offerings at other seaside resorts. On a day visit to Barmouth from my home village of Dyffryn the three main events were the Rock Shop for a free sample, the Milk Bar for lunch and ...Read full memory
My father Simon had a penwriter in 1950. She came to France in the town of Mainvilliers around 1950. I found a postcard called Bowling Green & Memorial Park, Barmouth. She was living in the house with a white front door just below the Catholic church. Who could help me to find her?
In 1946 my dad decided we would join an aunt and uncle holidaying at Barmouth. They had hired a little caravan for two weeks at Caerdaniel farm Llanaber. Dad dug out his prewar camping gear [we were camping at Clevedon in September 1939 when I was 18 months old ] and borrowed a large sack truck off his boss. On the ...Read full memory
Way back in my childhood, brothers two and then plus me, Mom and Dad said let us pack our bags, and go down to the sea, Down to the railway station, our entourage did go, Comic books within our hands, cause, four hours, they went so slow Now as the train pulls into town, his whistle he did blow, To warn the people off the ...Read full memory