WH Smith & Son, High Street c1960, Barmouth
WH Smith & Son, High Street c1960, Barmouth Ref: B22299
Memories of WH Smith & Son, High Street c1960, Barmouth
Wharton & Son, High-Class Grocers And Provision Merchants
My grandmother, Isabella Graham Wharton, was the proprietor of Wharton & Son in the 1930s in Barmouth. I believe she sold the store to WH Smith c1936 when her son, my father, returned from boarding school and they moved to Liverpool. I would be interested to know if anyone recalls my grandmother's shop and if in fact WH Smith did purchase the store and this is it in the 1960s photo. There was also a house called 'Cremlin'? behind the shop in which my grandmother lived.
Barmouth & local memories
Read and share memories of Barmouth and Gwynedd inspired by Frith photos.
Rock Shop
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 an hour or so on the seafront before catching the Crosville service home. Barmouth has changed quite considerably since then but has managed to retain its charm, some old and some new and inovative. O.K so no more green Crossville buses, double deckers in summer, no more steam trains including The Cambrian Coast Express or the occasional Sunday excursion trains from the midlands. Changes do happen and some not for the best but I believe Barmouth has evolved well and its inhabitants are as ever welcoming. I rarely visit these days but my heart has very fond memories of this seaside resort which has much to offer, even wild winds on... Read more
Grandfather's Birthplace 1908
My grandfather Edward 'Ted' Powell was born in Barmouth in 1908 and lived in Tai Croesion, Llanaber. His mother was Sarah and father Evan Ellis, and he had a sister Bessie. His grandparents owned the grocery store in the village Powell & Sons. When he was a toddler he ran out into the road and was hit by a passing car, these days to see a car was very rare let alone to be hit by one! My grandfather was seriously injured and needed surgery immediately, coincidently the passenger in the car was a top neuro-surgeon from London. He was operated on and thankfully made a full recovery to later go on to tell the tale. When he was 8 years old the cottage was sold to the Hooper family from Llanaber.
I have very fond memories of Barmouth and have been fortunate to hear many tales from my grandfather. In 2005 we visited the town but now he was in a wheelchair, we still wrapped him up and... Read more
'The Rock Shop' 1960's
I have many fond memories of Barmouth. My parents, 2 brothers and myself spent our holidays in a caravan at Williams'. No T.V, gas light (those damn mantles!) but what wonderful times we had. We would go 'over the beach' at night armed with shrimping nets and scour the rock pools, climb over those huge rocks and cross the railway track and stroll back to the caravan to eat our chips. Does anyone remember the little girl dressed in Welsh costume giving out samples of rock outside the Rock Shop? Happy Days !!
I'm Looking For Sheilah
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?
The Birthplace of my Step-Grandmother.
Just before her death I went to Barmouth with my Step-Grandmother, it was her Birthplace, and was a grand town. Her maiden name was Agnes Adams, if there are any people by name of Adams in Barmouth, I'd love to make contact and exchange family history.
The Plas Mynach Llanaber Road
60 odd years ago Plas Mynach was de-requisitioned from war service. I worked for a Mr Hamblin from Birmingham, he had purchased the building to reopen as a hotel after we had refurbished throughout. All food stuff was still on ration so we kept a pig, ducks fowl etc, and scoured the district farms to buy eggs, butter and the odd lamb, all very hush hush in those days. The work was very hard, from 7.30am until 9pm was quite common. I well remember the new white cinema with a tin roof, when it rained you could not hear the sound track.
What has happened to Plas Mynach now, I have many memories.
MY PARADISE
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 tracks, so he could pull in, real, real, slow
When we had helped to pitch the tent, and all was most secure,
The three of us crossed the promenade, to play upon the shore
We walked a little way and saw, men making pictures in the sand,
And sitting close a Harpist, playing songs of this Welsh Land
At evening time, we`d walk to town, buy fish and chips in a pack,
And as the old saying goes, twas a finger lickin snack.
We came upon the harbour, what a lovely sight to see,
All the little pleasure boats, bobbing gently... Read more
