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Frondeg Talybont
my grandparents Rosina & Rev'd John Williams moved to Frondeg on the Aberystwyth side of Talybont in the 1920's when John's health meant he could no longer preach. He died in 1925 Rosina died in the 1950's I don't really remember her although my sister Phyllis who is 5 years older than me does. My uncle Idris Parrish Williams continued to live in the house until his death in June 1992 my mother Lili died in Dec of the same year. I spent most of my summer holidays at Frondeg with uncle Id either with my parents or as a teenager I would catch the bus from S. Wales. I was always made welcome in the village even though I spoke no Welsh & I carried water from the pump in the street until water was piped to the house. When I married & moved to N Wales Frank & I continued to spend time a few weeks a year at Uncle Id's. I still have many items from... Read more
Trefenter
I was brought up in the village in a house called Ty Newyth which means 'the new house'. I remember every part of the village from the school to the post office, the jet plane crash on Trefenter mountain, and the old Trefenter village higher in the hills where the windmills or turbines ended up. I remember some of the families from the village. If I can help in any way I would be happy to help.
Trefenter School And Village Life
I am raised in the village and was in the school when it closed. I remember most families and events and places in the village. 07826698904
Gwalia Garage
I was born in 62 North Parade, Aberystwyth and lived next door to a very busy Gwalia Garage run by my grandfather Charles Abel Jones and his four sons.
During the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II the street was alive with celebration, with buntings hung along its length, and on the day we all sat on rows of tables in the street and had the most wonderful party. Great times. My parents Maurice and Gwen Henley continued to live there until they died in the late 1980s.
Galloway & Morgan
I have a bookmark with this exact same photo that my Welsh pen friend sent me c.1960. (I'm in America.) It has several other pics of Aberystwyth, and says "BOOKMARK BY FIRTHS" at the bottom.
Cae Balloon
As a child our family stayed near the village of Blaenplwyf and as we passed Frondeg Farm my father always pointed out a field know as Cae Balloon (Balloon Field). Frondeg Farm had been farmed by his Grandfather and he had been ploughing the field one day when his horses and, I suspect he, had been startled by a huge balloon floating towards them. It landed in the field and by sign language, for they were French, the passengers persuaded him to take them and their balloon to Aberystwyth Rail Station. This he did.
The story emerged later that the balloonists had seen the Coastline before them and, with no land the other side, decided to land.
My great grandfather's name was John Davies.
Borth-A Sea Born Village
I was raised in Borth from 1952 until I went to sea in 1968 and it was still very much home and sanctuary at every opportunity until I moved to Australia in 1991.The second son of Aran and Eileen Morris of Bel-Air I remember well the many characters who bought their fruit and veg at our shop and the timeless conversations they used to share in the quieter winter months-no internet or mobile phones then!!! During childhood my memories are of carefree summer days on the beach and in the sea and exciting winter stormy seas battering the windows and thudding against the house.Since then my memories are tinged with sentimentality-the long run in on the train alongside the Dovey bringing home ever closer and the final,somewhat tearful glimpse of Borth headland as the outward train began my journey to foreign shores.Sadly my recent visits to Borth have made me realise that this unique sea born village is not timeless but I will be forever thankful that... Read more
