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Llandough| Cardiff| Penarth| Rumney| Dinas Powys| Llandaff| Lavernock| Rhiwbina| Swanbridge| Sully| Wenvoe| St Fagans| Radyr| Tongwynlais| Barry Docks| Barry| Barry Island| Taffs Well
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Shortlived
I was born in 1956 in Clydesmuir Road, no.123 funnily enough, 3rd child of 6. Unfortunately we relocated in 1966. The years though very poor were very rich in family friends and happiness as much as a young child then understood it. We could go out on a Saturday all day with very little money or none and a sandwich of whatever leftover there was to find in a pantry, jam etc., with no fear nor worry of our world. We had a freedom and innocence that's now long forgotten. Jessie the train in Splott Park was our escape from reality, many proudly grazed knees and bruises to boast of toughened us, not to forget the sand wall over the Rover Way by the Rhymney river where I often nearly broke my neck. Amazing how sharp our instincts became. We walked for miles everywhere and there was no such thing as obesity in our street - we had very few possessions and entertained ourselves. A walk to Clifton Street library... Read more
Days Gone by
I remember Splott, I grew up there, and my brother still lives there.
We were growing up very poor and scruffy, same as all the kids, one difference though, we were the Black Dixons. The other difference was we were not Catholic, so belonging to a small church showed us life beyond Splott.
But I can remeber some good times too, playing hopscotch, skipping, two balls, rat-a-ta ginger. Going to Splott Park with jam sandwiches and Corporation Pop (water), playing in the bombed houses daring each other to do dangerous things, going over the tide fields, and playing with the bombed planes, and picking blackberries. I never went on any of the street trips though, they were always on a Sunday, and one time I nearly went, because it was on a Wednesday, but the organisers gave our seats to a family of 'white children' instead. And all those people who called us names, who thought because they were white they were better than us, have achieved very little... Read more
Splott in The Early 60's
I spent 8 years in Splott, in Enid Street, off Portmanmoor Road. Like the first contributor, we were really poor, perhaps poorer than most, and we got picked on for that. I agree with Lavinia though. Our first black family came to live in Enid Street, and our parents all told us to ignore them - although they were clean and tidy, and much more religious than many of the Catholics on our street. They had to keep themselves to themselves, and it was the so called 'grown ups' who instilled this racism into us - we couldn't care what colour anyone was - if they could run, play baseball, rat-a-tat ginger, or help with penny for the guy then they could play with us! My family went to St Albans school, and I was lucky enough to pass my 11 plus and go to Heathfield House - although that was tough for me as it was hard for me to find the proper uniform... Read more
Old Splott Boy
I grew up in Splott, went to St Albans then Splott Road High. My dad had a hardware shop in Carlile Stret opposite Orsolinis the grocers. In 1970 we moved to Llanishen. In 1974 I moved back to Splott but boy how it had changed, the old school had gone, most of my mates had moved, Clive Cusack, Booty, Derek Price, Paul Wootton, we used to hang around outside St Saviour's Hall listening to bands and recall the good times we had in school and the jobs we would get, in Willows High our new school Bob Ord our careers master lined me up for Pickfords removals, 5 pounds a week office boy, got the job but had to sign Official Secrets Act, lost the job. We had lovely teachers in St Albans, Mr Reddy, Mr Harrington, and in Splott Mr Owen, Mr Vincent, Mr Ord. We had good and bad times but I remember mostly the good... Janet's Pantry, 6 pence a pasty, trainspotting in Railway Street, marching to... Read more
My First Boyfrield Was From Splott
My first boyfriend was John Hawkins, he lived in Splott. My name was Christine Morris then and I lived in no 8 Rossily Road, Rumney with my aunty Eunice Lloyd and my cousin Dennice. I loved living down there. I used to go to Splott with John to his house, does anyone remember his family? His sister married someone called Peter from Rumney, I can't think of his surname but he lived near the school. We all used to go to the Capital cinema and to the dance hall that was on the same road (only right at the end) on a Saturday night. Christine
Portmanmore Road 1964 Part One
My name was Lynette Evans I’d just like to say hi to everyone that has shared memories of Splott. I remember so much, so clearly, I was barely 3 years old when I moved from Llanharran to Portmanmore Road. It was a supermarket directly opposite the fish & chip shop owned by Greeks. I'd like to pay my respect to a family that can't write their own memories; maybe this will jog somebody’s memory. In 1964, before we moved into the supermarket, another family had lived there. Sadly the family were gassed to death in their sleep. From what I recall, it was a mother, her infant-daughter and son as well as I think the grandmother. The father was working nights when the tragedy occurred. The mother of the children was a twin. I think it was only two weeks after the tragedy that my family and I moved into the large supermarket; never ending floorboards, and a high wide windowsill. We lived at the backend of the shop. As... Read more
Portmanmore Road 1964 Part Two
My dad was from Bridgend and my mother was from Llanharran. In 1961 soon after they’d got together, I was conceived, they left the valley's and moved in with my Nan, Maureen Payne / Pobihem, and Step Grampy, Polish partner John Pobihem along with my aunties Janice, Sandra, Sonia and Uncle Peter; my Nan was pregnant with my Uncle Mark. My Nan was better known to us as Bigmam; I didn’t know she was my Nan until I was 8 years old; she was always Bigmam. At the time they owned a Butcher Shop in Portmanmore Road, a couple of blocks up from the Fish & Chip shop owned by the Greeks.
Nan gave birth to my uncle Mark Pobihem in Glossip Terrace Hospital in February of 1962, and then I was born in Glossip Terrace Hospital in April 1962. Obviously there was no room in their tiny flat. I remember dad telling me how he rented an old disused Fire Station in the Cardiff Dock and transformed... Read more
