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Memories of Bethel Village And Bodorgan Station
I had the most delightful childhood during the 1950s and 60s in Bethel, Bodorgan. We were not at all a well-to-do family, but the folks living in the neighbourhood were a real treasure and that is what made us feel rich.
Schooldays in particular were a hoy and we thrived on the lessons taught to us by our enlightened headmaster, Mr Hughes, and Miss Jones Bach in Bordorgan CP School.
The summer holdays seemed long and hot as we either loco-spotted down at Bordorgan Station and fished for trout in the Gwna river. Being so close to the railway line we had the best of both worlds at Felin Gwna in fact.
We had little to entertain us during the winter in those days, but all we needed was a field and four items of clothing, well, at least a jacket from each of four lads to use as goal posts. We were quite content playing out until after dark at times quite safely.
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Trefdraeth, Bodorgan in The 50's
My memories of Trefdraeth in Bodorgan
Mr Lewis the vicar - respect and fear.
Washi Bach - the tramp - dread
The Grocery van coming round on a Friday - fantastic, fresh bread, picking from a selection of penny sweets from the enamel bowl.
The lady butcher coming round in her van - her red lipstick
Band of hope group in the school room in Bethel - practicing singing with Marylin for the Church Eisteddfod.
Going round Carol Singing.
Going to get butter and buttermilk from Cefn Crin, my mothers auntie's farm, just across a couple of fields from us.
Glorious Summers
My father was born in Bodorgan in 1930, known as Jack Cefn Crin. I spent many happy times staying with my grandparents Thomas Lewis Hughes and Margaret Hughes. Such a beautiful place and still remember the taste of the carrots and broad beans straight from the ground, playing with the calves - my mum used to be horrified by the state of me but just thinking about those wonderful times brings tears of joy to my eyes!!
And the views of Malltraeth from the fields - stunning!!
Many years later they moved into the village into Gallt Isw.
Holiday Place
Many many many, great holidays here. A very nice village. Sadly this place has now been knocked down and replaced with houses.
Pennyburn
The house on the right of the picture, I lived in in 1963, and was then called Pennyburn. The house next door on the corner was the local doctor whose name escapes me. I attended Holyhead Grammer School and went by train everyday from Rhosneigr station. The headmaster was a Dr Lovett. I remember a restaurant called The Dolphin which was near to the clock tower.
My best friend in Rhosneigr was called Steve Reeve whose dad I think was called Mike and ran the petrol garage opposite The Dolphin.
The only other people I can remember was someone called Greg and Dia Bach whose father was the local vicar.
My e-mail address is nick_farmer45@hotmail.com if anyone else has any memories of Rhosneigr to share.
Rhosneigr
I lived in Rhosneigr until 1970. I remember going on the bus from the clock to Holyhead school. Mr Lovatt was headmaster and I remember Mrs Hughes!! Before the school buses started we went on the train, they had 2 buses from Rhosneigr going from Morris town and from the clock. Gosh it was a long walk from my house to the station, bet kids would not do it now and we got rained on before and after getting to school in the morning.
Bay Hotel
I had a wonderful week's holiday based at the Bay Hotel in the first week of August 1968, when I was eleven, with my godfather and his wife. Got slightly tiddly one night on shandy: played Rummy for the first time: roamed all over Anglesey - or so it seemed! - birdwatching, which was then my new hobby, and has remained a faithful friend ever since. Waders and terns galore, and my first Great Crested Grebe....I was sorry to learn that the Bay Hotel has since been demolished, but I do have a similar smaller photo to this in my own collection from that wonderful year.
