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Singing in Rhos
The great thing about Rhos as far as I am concerned was the fantastic wealth of singers in that village (it was the largest village in Wales). I lived at that time in Rhostyllen, a couple of miles away from Rhos, and I loved going to the Miners Welfare Club, especially on Sundays. Wales on Sundays was dry in those days so all the men in the area went to that club for a drink at dinner time (clubs were exempt from the general no drinking laws)- that is lunch time to all the rest of the UK. After a few pints of beer and a game of bingo the whole place would erupt with marvellous male voices singing as though they were one huge choir. I would usually be in the company of my dad (I was the non drinking driver in those days), and he having an exceptionally good voice would be asked to get up on the stage and give a solo rendition of one or two... Read more
5 Mill Terrace
As a young child, I lived at number 5 Mill Terrace. It was my grandparents' house. Their names were Stanley and Alice Timberlake and they were able to rent the house because my grandad had worked for a local landowner by the name of Fitzhugh. My mother, Jeanette, was born in that house. We moved to the midlands when I was 5 years old but continued to visit until the mid-70s when Nan and Grandad moved to nearby Rhostyllen. There was no bathroom there for many years and I remember taking a bath in front of the fire with water heated up on the stove. I remember the rooms were icy cold in winter and I would stay in bed waiting for my grandad to light the fire before daring to go downstairs. I also remember doing the washing in the backyard in a metal tub, using a dolly pin and a hand mangle. Monday was my favourite day of the week. ... Read more
A Dump Called Paradise
I lived in this house until I was 21. My father had already bought the property when this photo was taken and I was also born in 1955. My parents had no hot water, low ceilings, no bathroom or electricity when they moved in. He did all the renovating himself...yet we had a wonderful, rich childhood. There used to be a picnic area across the road by the river...now there is a noisy dual carriageway there. When my father died in 1984 my mother had to sell it because the house needed a lot of upkeep.
In the past the house used to be a pub and Dad found lots of clay pipes in the garden. The horses were `parked` in the white area of the house. The bar was the black and white bit in the middle. The house was built in the 16th century so we were just a blip in its history....but it was a very well-loved home.
Erica's House
I remember this house very well. I played with Erica and her sister - whose name was, I think, Suzanne, in Bersham. Like Erica, I was also born in 1955. My grandparents lived in the cottages at Mill Terrace. Their name was Timberlake. My grandad was Stanley and my nan was Alice. My name is Jane and my surname was Thompson. My mum and dad (Jean and Roger) and I lived for a while in the cottages with Nan and Grandad. I remember loving Bridge House - finding it so special because it stood alone, right next to the river and near the waterfall. It was such a great place to play. We moved from Bersham, but continued to visit until my grandparents moved to Rhostyllen in the mid 70s. I still cherish all my memories of Bersham and feel so privileged to have lived in such a beautiful, peaceful place.
My Sunday School Teacher
Mrs Ingman, my Sunday school teacher, lived in the first house at Mill Terrace. The houses were so small inside, maybe two rooms downstairs and two upstairs but they had so much character. Mrs Ingman seemed so old when I was a child but she was probably only about middle sixties. I considered myself to be a favourite of hers but looking back , she was kind to everyone. I remember a huge, round dining room table in her sitting room ....I think she was very proud of it because I`ve never seen such a shine on a table.
Mr Fitzhugh owned the church in the village and we attended services 3 times on a Sunday and choir practice on a Wednesday. Mr Fitzhugh never failed to turn up even when he was ill. I remember him often sneezing into a huge handkerchief in Sunday school. My father, Fritz Franke of the Bridge House, had a lot of time for him and respected him greatly.
We had... Read more
Joan & Fritz
I have many happy memories of visiting my cousin Joan at the Bridge House when I was young. I would go to play with Susanne & Erica when I was at my Aunty May's house (The Machine House) up the hill in Bersham. We would have some fun paddling in the river and play hide & seek in the garden. There were some little hidey holes in the rooms upstairs where we would play house. My grandmother lived for many years in the row of houses called Bunkers Hill which was just above the old school which was still in use then. My Aunty Nance & Uncle Tom also lived there and my uncle used to keep pigs on the land at the end of the row which used to be the old school gardens. Uncle Alb used to live down by the school where my cousin Den later lived. I have many happy memories of my visits to Bersham and am still very fond of it. Oh by the... Read more
Mill Terrace
I remember when my uncle Lloyd Pritchard lived in Mill Terrace with his son Jack. Uncle Lloyd was my mother's eldest brother and was the first child of Lloyd and Hannah Pritchard who lived at Bunkers Hill, Bersham. He rode his bike around the village until he was well into his old age. I remember when I was a little girl living in Marchwiel with my mum Mary and dad Archie and my brothers and sister, uncle Lloyd and auntie Lizzie lived across the road from us with Jack.
