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Cefn Coch maps
Historic maps of Cefn Coch and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Cefn Coch maps
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Penybontfawr| Llanrhaeadr Ym Mochnant| Llanfyllin| Llangedwyn| Llanarmon Dyffryn Ceiriog| Llanwddyn
Cefn Coch area books
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Can scarcely believe that nobody has memories of the late Anna Margaret Haycraft, aka novelist Alice Thomas Ellis, wife of Colin Haycraft owner of Duckworth Publishing where she was also fiction editor. Haycraft loved her home in Pennant Melangell which she owned for decades until her death in 2005. I believe her to be buried in the local cemetery here which I intend visiting this year (2012). Or are the locals being deliberately quiet regarding their erstwhile illustrious neighbour? Seems to be a beautiful spot and I'm looking forward to quietly visiting. With Regards, Darren Black
Family Ancestry
My maternal great grandparents lived in Llwyn near the church in Rhiwlas. They - Thomas and Elizabeth Jones - are buried in Llansilin Churchyard with their son Lloyd Jones who was, I believe, the last of the family to live there.
They had children called William, Annie Rose, Charles, Robert, Sam, David, Margaret Ann and Henry plus Lloyd the youngest - however I can find no confirming records for Margaret Ann and Henry.
Thomas died in 1918 and Lloyd in 1976.
Annie Rose married and went to live in Bryn Aber, Llansilin which is a five minute drive from Rhiwlas. That was where my mother was born.
Coopers Lane
I lived at Coopers Lane with my mother and grandparents - grandfather Bill Lewis was the lime burner for the quarry. I went to Porthywaen chapel and attended the school. Families from there were moved to Brynmelin when they were retired from the quarry. Grandad was always known as Bill the lime burner.
Schoolboy Holidays With my Grandfather
My grandfather, George Pretty lived at a house called Belmont with his second wife Gladys, from the 1950's I assume until his death. I was a schoolboy at King's School, Worcester. My parents lived in Hong Kong and my mother arranged for me to spend the Easter holidays in 1960 and 1961 with my grandfather. My mother and my grandfather weren't close. He saw her as an ungrateful daughter and she had bad childhood memories, especially of her mother who apparently doted on her son, who was nine years younger than my mother. My mother's mother, died in 1948 and it was only later that my grandfather moved with Gladys from London to Pant. It was not a happy time for either of us; he was ill-equipped to cope with a teenager and I was bored and intolerant without entertainment, though he did try. But the ill-feeling between my grandfather and my mother was a constant undercurrent, which occasionally surfaced. Of course, as a schoolboy I didn't understand any... Read more
Greenfields
The house on the right hand side of the picture, Greenfields, is my family home. When my father laid a new oak block floor in the hall, we put a 'time capsule' in the form of a box under the new floor. It contained such articles as photographs of the family, coins and other such things of the era. He reckoned the floor would not need replacing for 100 years and so the next generation of occupants would find it when that happened.
Terry Higginson
Hi, I was the landlord at the Cross Guns for 10 years from 1976 till 1986.
SAD!
My aunt Dylis used to have a fruit and veg shop on this street and I can remember going with my gran to the shop and helping to make wreathes for funerals.
My gran used to live in Beatrice Street, opposite the train station. I seem to remember that the access to this was via a footbridge on which I used to stand to wait for the steam trains to pass underneath. At the back of the station was the beginning of a walk which I used to do with my father. It took you to a place called Shell Bank where the land had slid away revealing a layer of shells from thousands of years ago. None of these remain anymore, how sad!
