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My Mom's Little Dog
Mom was born in Swansea in 1924. She adopted a dog from our local Animal Care and Control in Michigan 1998 - she fell in love with her. She named her Pennard after this place. She loved it here.
Mumbles Memories
My Great, Great, Grandfather planted these trees which you can see running down the middle of the photo in 1883 when the cemetery was opened and they are still present to this day.
His name was Henry Harris (1827-1911). He died at 84yrs old. His wife Elizabeth Harris passed away in 1920 aged 88yrs at the Cemetery Lodge where they both resided.
On Our Way to Three Cliffs Bay
For my sister, Carol, and I, Parkmill meant only one thing - Shepherd's Shop.
The only place to buy ice cream and sweets and even the new 'Coca Cola'. We always stopped here on our way to and my aunt's wooden bungalow almost on the beach at Three Cliffs Bay where we spent many, many happy summers. What wonderful days they were.
Childhood Memories in The Mumbles
I was born in London, but my Mother came from the Mumbles, so several times a year we took the train from Paddington on our journey to Swansea. With a large family of grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, the sea, the beaches and the freedom, I thought I was in heaven! This photo of the Mumbles in 1954 was just as I recall it. You can see Fortes ice cream parlour in the centre, now demolished. I spent many happy times there eating knickerbocker glories! I can taste them now! The sea wall was just to the right of the photo behind the shops and the Mumbles Tram ran along the seafront. Happy Times !
Summer Days at Oystermouth
Memories of The Mumbles by John S. Batts Viewing on-line a collection of Frith’s old photos of The Mumbles has jogged many memories. For me the place was simply known as “Mumbles,” home to a much-treasured uncle and aunt who ran a shop for several decades in Newton Road, Oystermouth until the late 1950s. The district has many pleasant associations within the family, too, for I’ve seen small black & white photos of my parents playing golf at Langland Bay GC while on honeymoon in the 1930s. Early journeys by bus over the Beacons from Brecon are not fondly recalled however. I was invariably motion-sick, and if that had failed to upset me then the smell of petro-chemicals from Llandarcy towards the end of the trip provoked much the same reaction. Clearly on arrival I was much in need of bracing seaside air. I must have been taken to the Mumbles on a summer holiday, the first of many, during World War Two, because my uncle used to... Read more
The Pier!
I have many happy memories of Mumbles Pier from the 1950s onwards. It was a place of Penny Slot Machines and there were lots of opportunities to spend your pocket money and have fun! I can remember the Laughing Policeman exhibit - a penny in the slot started a unusual and rather scary model of a Policeman, complete with helmet, swaying from side to side and laughing. There was also the Haunted House where a further penny opened up coffins, cupboards with skeletons and all sorts of ghosts emerging from the spooky house! There was even the naughty machines where we turned handles and which showed What The Butler Saw ... where a further few old pennies were used up!
Innocent pleasures, but a real treat !
A bag of chips (in newspaper of course), the bracing sea air and the lengthy walk back along the seawall towards Norton made the day complete .
This postcard is from an earlier age than I remember, but... Read more
A Happy Memory
Whenever I heard the words "The Mumbles" as a child, it conjured up a very romantic image in my mind. According to family history, my Great-grandfather Thomas Stokes proposed to my Great-grandmother Matilda Thomas there. I can just imagine them enjoying the lovely view and sea air and planning their future. They left Wales for America in 1908, never to return to their special place. So it was especially sweet for me to be able to visit there in 1992. I still keep the memory of that day close to my heart.
