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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
T N Thomas
I worked at the toy factory, T N Thomas. I could not understand why they said 'Made in England' when we were in Bridgend in Wales! It was hard on our hands working there, trimming the plastics, but we had some good friends and some laughs. My husband Stan was at General Stampers, they did Government work.
General Stampers
As an old Coity boy, I also worked in "Stampers".
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
Mum And Me in Bridgend !
I have the original post card of this picture, bought in 1950 by my Mum. I was delighted to see it was one of the Frith Prints. It's hard to see that we are on it, as the Frith watermark is right on us (not on the Frith print I purchased of course), but there is a blonde person lifting a push bike onto the pavement, and we are walking away just to the left of that person. I was five years old, with my hair in plaits. Mum is wearing a checked jacket.
We lived there while I was a kid. My Dad was the local window cleaner, and I had lots of family in and around the town.
I still visit Bridgend a couple of times a year, and near-by Ogmore-By-Sea, where I now take my Granddaughter for a day out.
Janet Grice (nee Davies)
Granny
I remember going to see granny and grandpa every
evening with my father george John. She lived in Barry
in south wales. My grandpa was a lay reader.
I am doing my family history, and my granny was born in Coity
her father and mother used to have a chemist shop in Caroline
st . Can anyone help.
Going Home For Lunch
I am on this photo. I am one of the three girls in Grammar School uniform. The time on the clock, I believe, is 12.40 so we must have been going home for lunch. Not many people used to go home for lunch but we used to walk together. Hazel Jones (in the middle of the group) was about to cross the road to go over the old stone bridge to Sunnyside Rd. But Lorna Jones (on the left) and I used to walk all the way up Newcastle Hill to Cefn Glas. We got plenty of exercise in those days! My name then was Marilyn John. I was 12 years old at the time.
