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Memories of Fforddlas
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Whitney Church
Both my father and mother are buried at Whitney Churchyard. Father in 1969, Mother in 1999.
Born Here
I was born in Moccas at Castle Cottage. My grandmother lived at the common where, on her death I moved with my parents to the common. My father and his father put the fencing around Moccas Park which some of it still remains today.
Tyberton
While trying to follow up on my family history, I called into the Church and looked around the gravestones and was surprised to find my Great Grandfather and great Grandmother's final resting place. The stone was a bit worn by time but the names and dates were clear. I decided to go back some months later and had taken a special solvent to clean the stone which I knew would not damage the stone.
A few years ago I called there again and the old stone stood out amongst the others.
I felt proud that even though I never knew them, I did my little bit to keep their resting place tidy.
Before School
Mr & Mrs Potter managed Bon March shop and they had two young boys, Robert and Edmond. My mum, Edna Griffiths, helped to look after the children and, being pre-school age, I used to go along with her. Mrs Potter used to bring us pasties from Jones' Bakery (where the Chinese takeaway is now).
On the way home we used to collect paraffin from Dowlings (where Tom Bounds is now) and sweets from Kate Teagle in Church Street (where Jane's sewing is now).
How I would love to be able to squeeze into the photo and have a nostalgic look around. Happy days.
Gwendoline Langston
This photo shows my grandmother, Gwen Langston (1891 - 1963), with Mickey who was an Irish Terrier.
Growing up in Kington
I lived in Kington up until the age of 18 years. My late father, Geoff Taylor, was a keen bowler and known as 'The Firer'. The picture of the cross brings back memories of my father on a Saturday morning catching up with his fellow bowling mates who owned shops in the town. I can also recall the carol singing held under the town clock, as well as walking with my sister Tracy to the local junior school and then I proceeded on to Lady Hawkins School from Duke Street. Friends clothing shop, on the left, was where my father bought my new school uniform, ready for my first day at Lady Hawkins. Sundays were when we walked to church to sing in the choir, past the town clock and up the long hill past Miss Teagle's shop. I recall James's fruit shop and sweet shop just up from the newsagents, with the Burton Hotel opposite the cross. Lots of great memories of the dances and gatherings. What a... Read more
Childhood Memories of Ewyas Harold
My paternal grandparents, Wright and Bertha Veall, lived in Ewyas Harold for many years at their small farm named, 'Woodside' situated on a hill about a mile from the village centre and just off the road to Rowlstone. To reach it, you crossed the narrow bridge facing the Temple Bar Inn, passing the Spracklings' house on the right and the Dales' cottage on the left, the last in a small row of dwellings. Farther on, there was Addis's farm with a large hayloft and an orchard of deliciously sweet cider apples, quite a number of which sometimes fell on to the road and could be picked up and eaten. About a hundred yards further on was a narrow river into which the cider must was tipped in autumn and over which was a sandstone bridge on which I used to whet my pocket knife. A road led off to the right up a hill to the James's farm. I was evacuated in 1941 at age 8 for nine months from... Read more
