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Market Square And High Street 1951, Crickhowell

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Market Square And High Street 1951, Crickhowell Ref: C188026

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My Home Town

In The Village 1931, Crickhowell
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I was born on New Road, Crickhowell in the year of your photograph of 1931 and I love the town. I left there in the late 1930s, only to return in 1949, leaving in 1955, but I return each year to visit old places and tend the graves in the St Edmund's church where my grandparents and parents are buried.

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In The Village 1931, Crickhowell
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I am also the father of Lorraine Lewis who has posted her memory of Crickhowell, her birthtown.

My Young Days at Crickhowell

Youth Hostel c1955, Crickhowell
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I was born in the War Memorial Hospital in 1954 my mother and father lived at 35 Ffynnonau, my father was born at Crickhowell on New Road. We visit every August and visit our grandparents' grave in St Edmund's church where my parents were married in 1952. I love the town and try and visit as often as possible as I now live in Cardiff.

Memories of The Arched Window By Rennie

Youth Hostel c1955, Crickhowell
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Now this takes me way back to my cycling days, myself and two friends who were Tony Robinson (Rusty) and Roy Peachey (Ladder) spent one night at Crickhowell Youth Hostel. It was 8th April 1971 to be exact, we were on a week long trip around Wales and the Midlands. My greatest memory of Crickhowell Youth Hostel is, along with my partner in crime (Rusty), accidentally breaking one of the panes of glass in the arch window at the front of the house in the roof. We were trying to open it as we could see Ladder walking down the High Street, our plan was to attract his attention somehow but the window was jammed, I can still hear that pane of glass bending as we ran off nervously - fantastic memories.

Grocer

High Street 1898, Crickhowell
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My great-great-grandfather was the grocer in High Street in 1841.

Where I Was Born

The Bridge 1893, Crickhowell
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I was born on New Road, Crickhowell in the very early 1930s. My mother was born in Bridge Street, number 28, where my grandparents lived. My grandfather worked on Glanusk Estate for the then Lord Glanusk until he died. The estate buried him, he was buried in St Edmund's church, where I got married in 1952. We then lived at Ffynnonau but moved away in 1954. I love the area and visit as often as possible. All my family are burried in the churchyard, my first cousin Vincent Leslie, my mother's sister's son is buried in Llangatock. If anyone would like to get in touch my email is bachen95@yahoo.com

Sevenoaks Scouts go Youth Hostelling in Wales

Youth Hostel c1955, Crickhowell
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I remember taking the patrol leaders from my scout troop, the 3rd Sevenoaks (Riverhead), on a visit to Wales as we wanted to check out posiible sites for a summer camp the following summer. "Skip" was Mick Ryan who was then an RAF Squadron Leader and his plan was to use his contacts to fix a visit to St Athan where the RAF engineers were based. We found our campsite, made all our arrangements and even had time to explore the Crickhowell Castle. Its surprising what you can do in just a couple of days if it's planned properly!

Where I Started Out

The Bridge 1893, Crickhowell
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I was born in the War Memorial Hospital, Crickhowell in 1949. I don’t remember that bit, but I remember traveling down to Crickhowell on days out just to sit on the bridge watching the water pass by - so peaceful, outstanding scenery, I thought it was beautiful.  We lived in Brynmawr, not too far away. Then years later I loved to go down to Crickhowell in my boyfriend’s car even though he drove too fast down the country lanes.  Yes, Crickhowell is beautiful.  I will always love it there - it's my birthplace.

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