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Bryncoch maps
Historic maps of Bryncoch and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Bryncoch maps
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Bryncethin| Abergarw| Aberkenfig| Tondu| Coity| Cefn Glas| Bridgend| Blackmill| Pencoed| Merthyr Mawr| Glynogwr| Ewenny| Llangynwyd| Ogmore Vale| Candleston| Kenfig Hill| Pontycymer| Pyle| Gilfach Goch| Newton| Dunraven Bay| Nantymoel| Ogmore-By-Sea| Maesteg| Penllyn| Southerndown| Porthcawl| Nottage| Tonyrefail| Llysworney
Bryncoch area books
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Memories of Bryncoch
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Mid Glamorgan memories
Wigan Terrace
I lived in Bryncethin for a time as a child in the 1960s. 20 Wigan Terrace, it was a shop run by my mother; my father was in the RAF. I remember the shop front was pink and white and the shop sold sweets, toys and general groceries. There was an alley way to the side which is where the 'pop' was stored. I see from google maps that it is quite different now.
Me and my brothers had an amazing time living in Bryncethin; playing on the moors, building dens in the old brickworks. Climbing the 'mountain', which was actually a slag heap, and tadpoling in the dogs' pond. Other things I remember are weddings at the baptist chapel, the brides father would always throw a handful of change for the kids waiting eagerly outside the chapel. I had a friend who lived in the Manse behind the chapel and the little grassy area in front of her house was called 'The Tump'; is it still? Also the church... Read more
Abergarw Estate (The Hostels)
My name is Gareth Davis, brother of Yvonne Davis, and son of Harry & Gwen Davis, originally of 35, Heol yr Ynis, Abergarw Estate, commonly known as "The Hostels". I remember my big sister Yvonne walking me over this bridge every morning to go to Brynmenyn primary school which was quite a long way for children to go, passing the old pub over the railway line where my grandad (also Harry Davis - with one arm lost in WW 1 ) who used to get plastered whenever he could much to my dads anger having to drag him home. I now live in Australia having travelled the world with the army, (now 64 and retired) have settled on the other side of the world. I have many many fond memories and was able to visit the area in 2008. I was born in 11 Meadow Rise at the top of the hostels in an old wooden house that was black with creosote, and then we later moved down to the... Read more
Upbringing
I went to school first at Tondu infants and then to the Primary school, I remember when we had the school photographs taken in the play yard (where are they now?). I had a really great and happy childhood there living with all the family at 15 Dunraven Street, and friends nearby. It was a great occasion when Franky Vaughn visited the boys club there and when the fair arrived at the field by the welfare hall. There used to be a truly marvellous scapyard around behind the old police station, I think it belonged to the Baker family who also had a shop at Bridgend road. If my memory serves me right, we had a street party at Dunraven Street, but that's quite a vague memory now. Also I remember when my father - Johnny Warner - worked on the railway at Tondu, as my elder brother did, and my father used to ride his pushbike to and from work, I would know more or less the time he finished... Read more
Parc Slip Explosion And my Memories of Aberkenfig
Parc Slip Exposion – 26th August 1892 and-My memories of home life and school On the morning of Friday the 26th August 1892 an explosion occurred at Parc Slip Colliery, The Fountain, Aberkenfig, near Bridgend in which my (Catherine Delahay’s) great grandfather Lewis Cockram aged 28 was killed together with his three brothers, George, John & Thomas Cockram. They were the sons of George and Elizabeth Cockram. Lewis Cockram’s widow Catherine, my great grandmother (perhaps I was named after her) was left with two small children, William Morgan Cockram (my grandfather) and Lavinia (known to us as Auntie Vin) who was married to Evan James. They were granted 6d for each child and 2 shillings (old money) per week for the widow from the Parc Slip Relief Fund.. I don’t know how they survived but my great grandmother brought up these two children on her own with the help from relatives, especially her brother and sister. (John Richards who kept the ironmongers at Bridgend Road, Aberkenfig and Lizzie... Read more
Growing up in Aberkenfig
Growing up and the family - Part 1 My grandfather William Morgan Cockram (son of Lewis Cockram) and grandmother (Mary Cockram) (granny and grandpa Cockram) took over the ironmongers after the death of John Richards. They were living behind the shop when I was growing up. I remember the shop very well. It was not a very busy shop – I remember my grandmother in the living room at the back of the shop and when the bell sounded as somebody opened the shop door, she would go into the shop to serve them. The shop was very dark and I remember little pigeon holes behind the counter full of nails, screws etc. Odd rolls of wallpaper and paint (during the war years the colours were bright green, brown and fawn) and other items were piled up in the rest of the shop. Children used to come into the shop to buy chalk which was sold for about 6d.a lump. (old money) This chalk was kept... Read more
Roberts Family (Romany)
In 1918 my great gran's father Samson Roberts, a horse dealer, was injured during a horse race on the 'Golden Mile' near Aberkenfig. He died of his injuries at home in Dunraven St, Aberkenfig. His wife, Mary Ann, was a tiny lady and they had 11 children. His brother Joey 'Jockey' Roberts owned a scrapyard in Aberkenfig.
Aberkenfig
I was brought up in Aberkenfig, we lived in Sandfields Road, behind the then fire station. I well remember the school in Tondu and the infants' school in Pandy Road. We often as kids sat on the wall outside Pandy to listen to the choirs practising. I remember the Welfare Hall, the Lyric cinema, the youth club, Tondu NCB sports day, and the many friends I had, some of whom I can remember but not their names at my age of 71. I remember sitting on my father's shoulders watching the sky lit up by the bombing of Swansea, and then the fireworks and dancing on VE night. I also remember the wreck of the Samtamper vessel and the Swansea lifeboat in Porthcawl.
