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Llanasa| Ffynnongroyw| Lloc| Whitford| Gronant| Tyn-Y-Morfa| Talacre| Pantasaph| Dyserth| Llanerch-Y-Mor| Prestatyn| Meliden| Tremeirchion| Holywell| Basingwerk| Brynford| Rhuddlan| Bodfari| St Asaph| Hilbre Island| Pentre Halkyn| Halkyn
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Clwyd memories
Road Going up to The School Jan 2009
The road going to the school just past 'Tan Lan'.
Happy Childhood
Ffynnongroew was a place of happy childhoods, and the Garth Mill was a landmark. We could tell when the old watermill was working by the rate at which the Llinegr stream was running. We would play around the mill and in the woods behind, following the sticks we threw down the stream.
The field adjacent to Llinegr farm was actually in the next parish. We called it 'Lordy's Field' because it was part of the Mostyn Estate. In the summer we played cricket there, always ready to draw up the stumps if his Lordship made an appearance!
The beach across the railway was not salubrious, but better than it is now since its destruction by mass cockle-picking. To us it might have been the Costa Brava, and we all learned to swim there.
But the Garth was always the favourite haunt - despite warnings from our parents to stay clear of the mill pool. The woods were a real wonderland, full of bluebells in the spring.... Read more
Ken Davies (The Anchorage)
I was wondering if Ken is the same bloke I sailed with in the mid 1960s?
Ffynnongroyw
I read with interest the account of Ken Davies and his childhood memories of the Garth Mill in Ffynnongroyw. We moved to Llinegr Farm on October 2nd 1961 (I was 7) and moved on November 6th 1988 after my father's death. I remember the Garth mill very well but at that time it had become a tyre retreading works and after several years as an empty building is now a pub. We too played cricket in that self same 'Lordys Field' but the danger was not quite so fraught as my father rented it off the Mostyn estate. Every year, all the kids in the village came together to erect a huge bonfire (we used to start making it in September!) and the whole village used to come. One of my most vivid childhood memories comes from our second year at Llinegr. On Boxing Day 1962, it started to snow and was followed by the harshest winter of the 20th century. The stream to which Ken refered froze solid and... Read more
The Woods And The 4am Hooter
My grandparents lived at "The Elms" a house built by my great grandfather who also build Fynnongroew Church - My grand mother Emily can be seen as a small girl in a Postcard of Fynnongroew out side "The Laurels" where she was brought up, probably taken about 1910-12.My grandfather Richard was Harbour master at Point of Ayr colliery during the war ( I think it was that time), my mother still has his tide timetable..when we stayed - I played in the woods with local kids- the place was dark and damp and full of Primroses in spring. When it was dinner time my grandmother called us in with a school handbell. Iwas allowed occasionally to visit Joe Peers the Customs man who was a friend of my grandfathers in his little red brick office down the road to the pit...he seemed to spend more time cross breeding geraniums than guarding the coast line but perhaps I do him a disservice .. these are the perceptions of a child...oh... Read more
Bryn Dinarth
I used to come for days out as a child to Lloc with my dear late grandmother. We used to visit an old friend who lived at a house called Bryn Dinarth. Her name was Ada Christie. Her house was situated next door to Little Timbers Garden Centre. Another old friend by the name of Rufus Cuckson lived two doors further up in a house called Spittal. There was also a delightful little pub called The Rock which was a few yards further up the road. One of the great things for me as a child was being able to view Blackpool Tower from the garden on a clear day.
Childhood in The Early 1950s
I lived in Gwespyr through the 1950s and have many happy memories, going to Picton primary school, being part of annual carnival, friends like Gareth Hughes, Roy Dowings, and not to forget Harry Thomas, our local historian. I now live in Manchester but have been thinking about my childhood more and more lately, so if there is anyone out there who has like memories, get in touch.
