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Historic maps of Eglwyswrw and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Eglwyswrw maps
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Memories of Eglwyswrw
Parrog From My Childhood
Parrog has changed very little in the 4 decades that I have been visiting and probably for decades before my arrival. I first visited as a child each year and now take my own daughter there each year too. The houses remain the same, only the faces change (some of them anyway - we're almost all repeat visitors). It is totally unspoilt by the modern world yet has everything you need. The activities my daughter Megan and I do are the same that I did with my family as a child. The halyards clinking in the Estuary are music to my ears. Newport and Parrog are my boltholes and I know that if life gets tough, I can always escape to the safe haven of my childhood. There is no place on earth like it for me and I have spent many happy holidays there - long may it stay the same.
My Wonderful Childhood
I was Born in 1968, and resided in a small 2 bedroom house in Maes Morfa, Newport Pembs with my elder brother, sister and mother and father. Little did I know how blessed I was. Although life seemed to be quite difficult in those days, money was short and hard to come by, yet I feel we were born into a wealth of beauty living in Newport. From my parents window we overlooked the local playing fields and Newport Estuary and as far as Berry Hill farm acarage. The river was enriched with many different birds, their songs and cries all a part of my recognition of home. From a very young age The Parrog became a place we regularly visited with our mother. During the summer holidays, her basket was always full of picnic treats. The rocks upon which we sat on to eat our lunch are still there today. I always remember the warmth of the stones having had the sun raise upon... Read more
Beautiful Quiet Abercych.
I was born in Abercych in 1930 but went to Swansea in 1934. When I qualified as a pharmacist in 1952 I went abroad to work, in Central Africa (N. Rhodesia and then Nyasaland) then the Gilbert & Ellice Islads in the Pacific then Saudi Arabia but after each contract in these places I came back to Wales and always came to Abercych where I had an Uncle Jack (Central) who was the last man to hold a licence to fish for salmon using a net and coracle. He had a general store in the centre of the village and I often saw a salmon that he had caught on display in his shop. It is one of the most beautiful villages in Wales with lovely views across the Teifi valley. Anyone in that area should visit the village.
My Early Days
I was born in Abercych and lived there until I was 10 in 1947. I returned every year in the summer for over 20 years. My grandfather and his brother used to make coracles and did a lot of salmon fishing, and frequented the Nags Head before it became a restaurant. I returned with my family including my grandson two years ago and my grandson loved it. It has changed but not too much. We visited the wall overlooking the point where the River Cych enters the Teifi river and where everyone leaving the village, including servicemen, used to carve their initials in the stone slab wall. Mine were still there. We now live in England and my mother who is 96 lives in a home 600 yards from us and still sings Welsh songs!
Coracles And Sheep Dipping
Cenarth, on the River Teifi, is set in a spectacular gorge with a number of waterfalls, and is famous as one of the last places in Britain where licensed coracles were used, both for salmon fishing and (as seen in this view) sheep dipping by the side of the village bridge. This photo shows sheep being washed prior to shearing, supervised by farmers using traditional coracles to guide them across the river. Coracles are made on a willow frame. They were originally covered with horse or ox hide, but since the late 19th century cheaper canvas or calico has been used, which needs only a single coat of pitch to make them waterproof.
Message in A Bottle
My family found a bottle washed up on the beach with a letter from an American boy who had tossed it overboard from a cruise ship off the Irish coast. We wrote to him and he came and stayed with us when his family were on holiday in London. His family were originally from Hungaria.
WAY BACK BEFORE MY TIME
I've suddenly come across some vague details about my great great grandparents who were called Thomas and Sarah Davies, who lived in Cilrhedyn. They actually lived on a farm called Crug Evan (or Crig Evan). I've done a Google search, with no luck as to the farm itself, and I'd really like to know where it is, and if it still exists. I know that their son Thomas took over the farm after his father's death in 1880 at the age of 85. One of their daughters, Phebe, was my great grandmother - died aged 41 in 1871 of TB. My grandfather, David Harries and sister we cast out of home after the death of their parents, and walked to Carmarthen (aged 12 and 9). David left his sister at a seamstress to be an apprentice, and made his own way to the workhouse. Later on, he and another boy opened an ironmonger shop (with a bucket and broom as their sole stock). David worked hard and became... Read more