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Gaerwen maps
Historic maps of Gaerwen and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Gaerwen maps
Gaerwen photos
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Gaerwen area books
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Memories of Gaerwen
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Thank Goodness For Ancestors.
To date I have not visited Llangefni. My Grandmother Ann Williams was born there, in 1869. Her Mother's name was Ellen Edwards, born Amlwych c1848. fathers name was Rowland Williams. Hopefully my Husband and I will be able to see, and spend some time in this beautiful part of Wales. My Mother was born in Merthyr Tydfil, so I am proud to say "I am Welsh too". Have a lovely day, and God Bless. Jeanette
Please Help!
Hi! I have recently been researching into my family history, and I came across a photograph dated to around the early 1870s in my home. On the back it read Wm Hughes photographer and oil painter in Llangefni and Amlwch on Sundays (something along those lines, I haven't got the photograph with me at the moment for reference). Does anyone know anything about this man? I have googled and googled to find information to no avail! I do believe there is a William Hughes House in Llangefni, is that some sort of connection? Any help would be great! I am relatively local so I know the surrounding area well. Thanks, Rach
Memories of A Happy Childhood
I was born and grew up in the little village of Llanfairpwll. Mine was a happy childhood, free of drugs, vandalism and graffiti. Everyone knew everyone in the village, which in those days, over 60 years ago, was predominantly Welsh. We were taught in Welsh at the Infants School. Until one sunny afternoon, the excited English voices of evacuees from the English cities of the North were heard. Each home in the village was allotted their share of these children. The war had come to Llanfairpwll. Very soon afterwards, all the trees in the Column Woods were cut down and hauled away, to be used in the war effort.
The grand old house, Plas Llanfair was commandeered for barracks for Army personnel. First came a Welsh regiment. These were followed by a Scottish Regiment, the Lovett Scouts. Their pipe band marching through the village streets were a sight to behold, and it was the very first time I heard bagpipes playing.
When the Scots departed, the Yanks moved in. I... Read more
James Roberts
I have a photo of a grave in Llangristiolus in Wales and buried in it is James Roberts, died 4th Nov 1844 aged 45 years, and his daughter Susannah, died 28th Nov 1844 aged 4 years. Does anybody know if this grave is still there? I will be coming over to Wales next year and would like to see it. I don't know when this photo was taken. This is my husband's side of the family and I'm doing his family tree. Cheers Raema Kent
A Resident of Rhoscefnhir
I have lived in this lovely little village for many years and have recently become interested in its local history and have set up a page on Facebook to collect interesting information.
Griffith Crossing
My Mum used to work for the Anglo American oil company on war work, her name was Rhoda Knight, and My Gran was Margaret Flynn from Caernarfon, She was a paint sprayer, painting the oil drums, where they went was supposed to be secret but she said you knew by the paint, such as light brown or sandy shade it was going to the desert, and greens for the jungle areas.
Evacuee
My Grandmother rented a cottage (Era Goch) during the war and I went to live with her as a sort of evacuee. I used to attend the one room school in Dwyran. I played with my friends on the beach. I don't know how we did not drown as we would go to Newboroug Warren as it was called then and played in the gullies when the tide was out. I remember Quirt Farm where I was chased by a mother pig. A dairy farm at the bottom of the lane had two evacuees from liverpool brother and sister George and Mary/Margaret. I would collect milk and butter for my grandmother on the way home from school. Also watercress from a stream just a bit further down the lane.The dairy farmer had a parrot that used to bite if you got too near. When it died they had a service for it and buried it in the garden.I attended Chapel near the dairy farm - I could not understand... Read more
