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Gilfachrheda maps
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Dyfed memories
The Wartime Liverpool Evacuees
William Manning was allocated to us in Church Street. On the day of his arrival he climbed onto the rear of the stone pier and watched the waves breaking against the stones, became dizzy and fell in. He was rescued just before he drowned by New Quay's retired Captain Rees. My mother a retired nurse gave him a brandy in hot milk and put him to bed with a hot water bottle. He was as right as rain the next day and joined our family for breakfast. Mair P. (the Bank House)
A Favourite Place
Of all our (my wife & I) favourite places in Wales, Newquay comes top of a long list of places. It was only sometime in the mid 1980's, that we first discovered this haven. We've been back numerous times, never bored with it. Two things spring to mind, Dylan Thomas & Dolphins. I would love to hear a local's view. What did it used to be like, years ago? What is it like in the winter when tourists are not about? For some years, we wanted to move to Wales, & Newquay was top of the list.
My Childhood Memories of New Quay
My memories of New Quay begin in the 1950s I suppose. I was born in Cnwc y Lily in my grandmother's smallholding and lived the first 3 years of my lfe in Gilfachrheda before moving a few miles to Cross Inn. Every school summer holidays on sunny days, my mum, ,my sister and I would walk the 2 miles to New Quay. We would turn in Maenygroes for the short cut down through Francis Street. As we got nearer, the sound of children's laughter from the beach would reach our ears and the excitment grew as I knew that before long I'd be playing on the beach and in the sea. After a few hours of happy playing and with my belly full of tomato and sand sandwiches, we would make the long walk up to the bus depot for the ride home. Sometimes we would have a bag of chips each, 3d's worth mostly, but if my mum was flush it would be 6d worth. Sometimes as a treat... Read more
Family
Mary Ann Griffiths Lewis and John Lewis, my great great great grandparents were both born in Llanarth, Wales. Mary Ann died on the boat coming to America and John Lewis died later in a mine accident in Oak Hill, Missouri.
A Cottage Holiday in Aberaeron
My wife Elizabeth and I had decided we needed to get to know the west Wales coast as our son David's fiancee Amanda was studying at the University of Wales, Aberystwyth. After a number of visits to Aberystwyth itself we were ready to explore further afield so we booked a week's stay in a holiday cpttage in nearby Aberaeron. The cottage was delightful and overlooked a stream running beside a road called Heol-y-dwr (I think).
Yes it rained a lot of the time, but there was sunshine too. The sun was shining on the day we chose to take a small boat trip from the Aberaeron Harbour out to see the dolphins frolicking in the bay. I remember a car drive up into the hills and seeing waterfalls, an old steam railway and back in the town there were delightful small independently run shops with local produce and gifts. I bought some exquisite Welsh cheese here!
My Mam
The lady waiting for the bus is my mother, Rona Jones nee Jones, my gran lived in Alma, Tabernacle Street, which was a Chapel house, my Nan and Dadcu had to take care of the Chapel across the road, and in those days had to feed and provide an overnight stay for visiting preachers. As a boy I had to go a hundred yards down the road, I had to take a bucket and fill it with water from a stand pipe near a garage, I had to fill a big earthware pot, which took about 10 buckets of water. The toilet was at the bottom of the garden, it had two holes in the top, with two buckets, which had to be emptied every so often. I had to go with my Nan in the dark and empty it into the harbour, the shame every time I think about it now, but it was the done thing in the 1950s.
The Bedford Van
The Bedford van belonged to the Bowens who had a bakery right by where the van is parked, my brother, grandfather, uncle, and cousins worked there at different times over the years, my mother had a small discount on the bread bought.
