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Cilgwyn maps
Historic maps of Cilgwyn and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Cilgwyn maps
Cilgwyn photos
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Carmel| Nantlle| Groeslon| Penygroes| Betws Garmon| Pontllyfni| Waunfawr| Dinas Dinlle| Rhyd Ddu| Llyn Gwellyn| Llyn Dywarchen| Caernarfon| Clynnogfawr| Clynnog| Llanrug| Llanberis| Cwm Y Glo| Cwm Y Glo| Brynrefail| Beddgelert| Aberglaslyn
Cilgwyn area books
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Memories of Cilgwyn
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The Down And Up
We went to stay at Plas-Y-Nant, Easter, Whit and Summer every year in the 50s. It was simply wonderful. Yes, I remember Auntie Lena and the whole range of little customs and practices we willingly engaged in. Not the least important of these was the evening 'down and up' - the group walk down the drive, along the road and up the bridle path. The bridle path was, of course, only wide enough for two to walk up in comfort - hence the exciting attraction of the evening ritual for a 15 year old who had never held a girl's hand before, never mind had a kiss. And now, both were possible. The most exciting thing in the world. We were really privileged to have had this opportunity to grow up romantically in a safe and caring environment. I wrote to at least one of these contacts for a long time - I wonder where 'Dallas Bagshaw' is now. She would have arrived in the 'Manchester coach', a much... Read more
Auntie Lena
I went to Plas in the 1960s and have fabulous memories of the wonderful holidays and all the fun things that happened, the outings, the trips to Carnaerfon, the tricks we played and of course our wonderful Auntie Lena who actually was our real auntie, she was my father's oldest sister, but no one believed us as everyone called her Auntie Lena. I would love to hear from anyone else who went at the time, and has memories. I especially remember the leaders who were all larger than life and great fun, the songs the stories and the wonderful A B and C party outings.
Happy Memories
I first was introduced Plas Y Nant by The Rev. Ken D Beardsley who took a large group of us youngsters from the Methodist church in Menston Yorkshire in 1966.
We were there introduced to the the formidable, affectionately known As Aunty Lena. She was not really formidable at all and was dearly loved by all. Here I was lead with others up the the 'PYG' track to the the Snowdon summit by John Cantrill, hope I spelt that right John. It was trully a wonderful week. I did return several times after that and would love to here from anyone who remembers me.
1901 Census
This is actually a memory of my father, who is listed in the census of Wales for 1901 as being a quarryman, lodging at Cidwyn View, Betws Garmon aged 21.
I hope to visit the village (?) this Sept. and also the quarry. I would love to know if this house still stands.
Visiting Pontllyfni
I spent two wonderful summers in Pontllyfni in 1974 and 1976. I was a college student from the U.S., visiting Wales with a friend who had a cousin living there. The family owned a small inn just up the road from the beach. Visitors from out of country were somewhat rare in Pontllyfni at that time and we enjoyed the attentions of a number of cute young men. I remember the bridge and the "yucky, grotty pub" down the road. I wonder if anyone knows the whereabouts of Robert Wynn Jones? He'd be about 50 by now. I've lost track of him. He came to visit us in the U.S. in 1977 and we corresponded for some time after that. Well, thanks for the opportunity to wander down memory lane!
War Bunker
I remember playing hide and seek with family and friends, one of our hiding places was the war bunker at the park, then when they bricked it up, we were gutted. Every year we go back as my father was from Saron and I always look at the bunker.
First View of Capel Uchaf
I first came to Capel Uchaf after my family returned from Australia. My grandmother was Mary Griffith who was living in Capel Uchaf, also there were my uncles Dick and Elved as well as aunts Rachel, Marion and Sarah Wynn. My grandfather Grifith Griffith had died earlier. This was my mother's family and she was Annie Griffith. I remember arriving at some strange hour and my grandmother greeting us. What a strange thing she was - I couldn't understand her at all. I was stunned by the place and loved it. My vivid memory is of the baker's van arriving with the fresh bread - what a smell and taste. I soon met the hill down to Clynnog as I was to attend school there. I loved it even though I was in a strange place and that hill was the best fitness circuit ever. I can remember the little shop at Capel Uchaf and buying sweets from there. We eventually left and returned about two years later to live... Read more
