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Careg Daffydd
My grandparents, Harrry amd Amelia Fieding, moved to Marli from Rhyl where Harry built boats; he continued to do so at Marli between (about) 1935 and 1949. Careg Daffydd was a cottage on its own, down a track and at the edge of a wood; had no electricity; a path led down through another wood to a footbridge over the River Elwy. My brother Hugh and myself - aged between six and ten years - used to walk from the cottage to St. Asaph to shop. (There was a small Post Office in Marli itself, run by Miss Williams Post.)
I keep looking on the maps to find Careg Daffyd itself, but no luck thus far!
Rhuddlan Railway Station
In November 1880 my grandfather then aged 16 years was Apprentice Booking Clerk at Rhuddlan Station. There was only one other member of staff that being the Station Master.
After four months training he was sent to Bangor Station still as an Apprentice. In March 1883 he went to Colwyn Bay Station to train on Goods and Parcels. In November 1886 he was appointed Booking Clerk at Llandudno Station.
My father never knew why the family moved from Deganwy Station House in July 1897 to the Manchester area but his father had been dismissed as a 'Defaulter'. Later that year in the November the Station Master resigned. Did my grandfather take the blame for some possible wrongdoing of the Station Master - we shall never know. It was a sad day as my grandfathers salary at that time was £100 a year, a superb wage for that time.
What of history! Had the dismissal never taken place my father would never have met my mother... Read more
Winkups Camp Towyn
When I was 18 in 1955 my Mum booked us a Chalet at Winkups Camp, Towyn. There was Mum, stepfather, myself and 3 sisters aged 5yrs, 3yrs and3 months. Off we went from Huddersfield in Yorkshire in our little Austin 7 (I think), I can remember the excitement now. I think my Mum paid £5 for the week, anyway on arrival we all piled out of the car and Mum went to register in, the lady came and looked at us in dismay and said "But you've only booked for four people". Mum said but there are only four, 3 adults, 2 children make another one, and you can't count a baby, the last bit said with almost a note of triumph, no more was said about that and she led us to our "chalet" which was in fact a hen hut. I'm not saying it had ever been used for hens, but the little gaps that the hens were supposed to use had been boarded over, so it was... Read more
HAPPY DAYS IN TOWYN
I grew up in Towyn and lived in the same bungalow on Towyn Way West until I got married in 1985 at the ripe old age of 31 and moved to Rhyl. My Great Aunt Sarah owned Browns Holiday Camp with Mr Brown from before the Second World War and my mother and father worked on the camp until it was sold in the 1960s. It was just like 'Hi De Hi' in those days, my father did everything from organising the sports days, cinema, fancy dress competitions, Friday night dance to building chalets, emptying the bins, mowing the grass and general all round jack of all trades. My brother and I played on the Camp (as we called it) and made many friends. I remember some of the holiday homes were old trams, not like the modern caravans of today. There used to be bikes to hire and Mr Lord would take photographs of the holiday makers and sell the photos from a booth... Read more
Coming Home From China
Elias and Polly Owen came home from Shanghaiand lived at No 3 Elwy Viewand Iwas able to aquaint myself with all my St. Asaph family and see them for the first time, she only lived a few months and then Elias packed up and went off to Australia, but I remember it well, I had three families there, my mother was from the Palace Lodge, the Halleys in Central Buildings and the Owens from the Red Lion,so between them all family history became alive to a child from Brynymaen.
Looking For Rob
My name is Margaret Wynne. I am writing this on behalf of my sister Christine Jones (nee Parrington) who was a nurse at St Asaph Hospital in the 70's and there was a fellow in St Asaph named Robert (Rob) who was interested in my sister and she would like to contact him again. They used to see each other in pubs. All she can remember is that he was a council worker (refuse collector). Christine married Peter Jones and they lived in Rhuddlan. I would be grateful if anyone knows Rob or if Rob himself contact me.
Bridge Over The Elwy
My name is Dennis Shatford, once known as Dennis Roberts, as lads we used to sit on the Elwy bridge so we could watch the minor accidents that would happen because the drivers couldn't see the Halt sign by the old deanery. I remember PC Morris chasing me for scrumping apples from the deanery gardens. I was brought up in Llwyn Elwy. There were such a lot of characters around then. I should add I was born in 1944 and left Llan 1962/3.
