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Valle Crucis| Berwyn| Llantysilio| Llangollen| Pentredwr| Garth| Trevor| Glyn Ceiriog| Pontfadog| Glyndyfrdwy| Froncysyllte| Dolywern| Cefn Mawr| Llwynmawr| Acrefair| Penycae| Rhosymedre| Newbridge| Bronygarth| Rhosllanerchrugog| Ruabon| Chirk| Carrog| Minera| Coedpoeth| Weston Rhyn| Bersham
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Clwyd memories
Ystrad Hall
I was a pupil at Ystrad Hall and would just like to say that in my time there I have some of the best memories of this lovely little town. I often wonder what became of Ystrad and many of my friends and of course staff members, many of whom were local. The Horseshoe Pass, the castle, fishing in the Dee, the Copper Kettle, I could go on. This is a really nice web site and I will be visiting it lots. Hope I hear from someone I know. All the best . Billy Crawford.
Ystrad Hall
I was a member of Ystrad Hall also - I don't remember you Billy Crawford, what year was you there? Llangollen was a great place, I believe there was a lot of child molesting going on that's why you don't hear much about this strange place - It turned out to be a cash cow for the likes of Dick and the Rat ...
Get Together Ystrad Hall Boys
Lets all get together for the music festival
Growing up
As a kid growing up on "The Garth" I have memories of playing cowboys and indians in the woods around King William's Tower, (home made bows and arrows) and still living to tell the tale ;0) Being chased out of "Dai's Wood" on a regular basis. Crad the Garth (now there was a character!) I do remember sneaking over the back wall of The Rockmans's Arms, stealing empty bottles, and going around the front to trade the bottles for a bottle of lemonade or Vimto! I'm sure the landlord knew what was going on LOL. Helping the Blake boys at harvest time. Don't really know if we were a help or a hinderance.
Very few people had a car in those days, so the Garth bus was the main mode of transportation. Going to Cefn pictures was a huge adventure, but waiting on The Crane for the bus back when Monsanto was in full production was torture. Eyes and nose streaming... Read more
Trevor
I have many many fond memories of Trevor. I grew up there as a child but was moved away from there at the age of 11. I lived across the road from the community centre, No 45, Julie Roberts used to live next door and my best mate Vincent Blackmoore used to live 3 doors up.
Ah what can I say, so many good times, Trevor woods, the Canal woods and the Dee woods were all our hunting grounds. I remember being up a tree in the Canal woods once and all the cows came over to the fence, cows scared me at the time and it just so happened that the branch I was on was hanging over into the field, I never felt so scared in all my life.
Trevor woods were also a great battlefield for us kids, putting up bottles and cans and the like and pretending we were Clint Eastwood and throwing stones like a quick draw, we used to squint like the sun was... Read more
Trevor - Living There Practically All my Life
Further to Gary's memory I was the Julie that he lived next door to but my surname was Evans. For practically all of my life I have lived in Trevor and still see many of the people that I grew up with. Vincent is still living in Trevor now and is married with 2 boys and a new baby girl. I have happy memories of playing on the centre grounds when it was being built, swinging on the rope swings over the stream down the bank and falling off many times - mainly with Julie Blackmore hanging off my legs! Climbing the oakey tree and getting shouted at by the Davieses that lived opposite; making dens on the old railway line and scrumping apples from the houses that backed onto the line. I could go on for ever. It seems strange with all the attention that Trevor and the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct has been getting with the World Heritage Status, as living with it and by it for so many years... Read more
Hiraeth
I was born in Chirk Cottage Hospital and brought up in Glyn Ceiriog. I had a very happy childhood attending the Controlled School and later the Board School.
I was a member of the Urdd and as a school we travelled and stayed with some lovely hospitable people when attending Eisteddfods in South Wales during the 1950's. There seemed then to be something going on all the time in the Valley concerts, dramas, whist drives, Noson Lawen, Pictures in the Institute on a Friday night. Band of Hope, Gymanfas, Carnivals ( my Mum was always very involved) and of course the Powys Eisteddfod too. I was fortunate to be chosen as one of the flower girls. A small village perhaps, but a vibrant busy community in the 1950's and 60's when I grew up there.
