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Treorchy
I was born on High Street in Treorchy in 1959 in the house that belonged to my grandparents and that my mother still lives in today! We moved to Stafford in 1962 for work for my Dad but came to visit Treorchy a few times a year. I remember going to the park with the swings and the witches hat and the "boat" which was somewhere in the vicinity of the picture here. I recall a little shop on the corner which sold penny ice lollies which my brother and I would always buy. And I recall in the field outside of the playground, there was a hut, and some bands used to practice in there. We could always here the music and I think one of the bands was The Strawbs. Not certain, cant find any record of it but I am pretty sure they used to practice there. I remember going to get ice cream at the bracchis in Treorchy, and... Read more
Riding The Bike
This photo was taken in 1963, my husband was the boy on the bike. He said that it was taken on a Saturday afternoon. The chapel on the right of this view has now been demolished.
Wrong Year
That's me on the bike, my wife said it was 1963 but in fact it was 1962, early summer. At that time I was using my step-father's surname of Price. The policeman standing outside the post office was Sgt Brown.
A Cut Heel
My father was replacing a back door in my grandmother's house in Tynewydd. He laid the old one down flat outside while he started to put the new one in. I decided it would be a good idea to walk on the old door and my foot went straight through one of the panes of glass, taking my heel off in the process.
I was quickly rushed up to the hospital, not a half mile away and was tended to immediately. I then had to visit the hospital every morning for the next few weeks to have my dressing changed. Fabulous service.
M Hewitt
Day at Treherbert
My dad came from Treherbert. My grandad, who I never met, worked in the coal mines of the Rhondda Valley. My grandparents also owned a fish and chip shop there. If you are old enough you may even remember it. My grandad apparently used to say when he was dipping fish in batter - "These are the boys for busting boils!" My dad told me that and said he was sure a few people believed him.
I remember, as a small child, my dad took me to see my Nan. I was sat at the table and we had a big roast dinner. I recall my dad saying, "He won't manage all that." My uncle said, "Leave him alone". My peas were almost falling the plate and they got pushed back on - it was also the first time I fell asleep in the afternoon!
This was in 1974, I was only 4 years old. I also remember standing at Treherbert rail station waiting to go back home.
Kilkenny Farm
I think it was 1986. My late mate David Tidmarsh and I were invited to his grandparents' farm for a week. I really enjoyed it. Fresh food everyday picked from the farm and cooked. David's dad Steve took us there. We went for walks, had a good laugh and went on days out. We didn't catch a bus anywhere, only to Cirencester. We walked all over the area. Would like to visit there again.
The 'Good Old Days'?
My grandparents lived in 45 Bute Street next to the barber's shop and a few doors away from the cinema. I was evacuated there in 1941 and went to school in Treherbert for a couple of years, and I have the most happy memories of the place. Pumping the organ at Carmel chapel where my grandmother was the organist; going to Jim the Baker's place and getting my ears rubbed by a pair of very callous hands; watching the barber (Ivor?) get wax spills and burn the hair at the back of his customer's heads - why? Taking the cat in a carrier bag to the cinema because my cousin and myself thought he would like the film (it was the first time I ever heard a cat growling as he hurtled up the aisle and ran home); ice cream at Bracchi's cafe on the corner; the night when the Germans dropped a landmine on Cwmparc; my grandfather in a tin bath in front of the fire when he came... Read more
