My grandmother lived in Rose Hill, and was brought up in Siop Penlon,now a dreadful looking Chinese take away.I loved Beaumaris as it used to be,the pier, cafe ,and fishing at the end of the pier, . the old swimming pool with the wooden changing huts painted silver.where such characters as" Huw Clock " kept an eye on ...Read full memory
I am Jean Jackson (now Jean Gwynne), I lived in Llafaes Estate from 1947, and I also remember David Mills and Mary Quinn, I moved to 19 Bryn Teg when I was 6 and became a member of the Morris Dancing Team, other people I remember from that time are Betty Evans, Joyce Painter and Linda Jones, who I have never seen since those ...Read full memory
I believe this was a classed as a boating pool. I used to bring my father's 1930's model steamboat here and run it to the amazement of onlookers. There weren't many model steamboats around in the 1950s although they have since become more popular. The old steamboat is still with me and still gets an occasional run. ...Read full memory
Myself and older brother are the two boys on the right of the picture. That day we had been treated to a new blue yacht. We had returned to live on Anglesey as our father was working overseas. That yacht held such memories that I bought one for my own son twenty-five years later and still have it to ...Read full memory
The men on the wall are (looking from left to right) Charles Matthews William Matthews Sydney Matthews (Charles's son who died quite young.) The little girl in the background was a Miss Jones who lived at No 1 West End.
Our 1975 holiday in Beaumaris included myself, husband, two daughters, mother and father. We ate most nights in the Cottage Café where early in the week I spotted a large white horse ornament in a cabinet half-way up the stairs but it was not for sale. My father evidently spoke every night to the owner (the name Gwen ...Read full memory
David Mills lived at #3, I lived at #11. Mansell Grifthiths, Dianna Lucas, Jean Jackson, Mary Quin all lived on the same street. I ended up in Vancouver. What happened to everyone?
To the right of the Jaguar car was a farm yard set behind a large brown wooden gate. As a child I recall seeing an old man dressed in black coat and hat riding very slowly on a black bike driving his black cattle through the street to the 'green' in front of the castle. They moved very slowly there and back each day ...Read full memory
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