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Memories of Glangrwyney
The Old Paper Mill
My memory of Glangrwyney is of the paper mill there where so many friends worked. Daff Edwards was the stoker there and my father worked there for 35 years till it closed in 1951. The Mussons lived in Mill House. He was the manager there. We used to go to the village shop for our snacks while we worked. It was a very happy place.
American Army Camp AtDan Y Parc
The area known as Dan Y Parc is probably better known as the property of the Sandiman Family. They had a very large house which they vacated in the 1950's, and the house was demolished at the same time. I know very little of the history of the area or the family. Dan Y Parc memories begin for me in 1950 when my mother, myself and sister moved to the abandoned American Army Camp. The land which it was on must have been requisitioned by the government during the war, there being a shortage of housing after the war made these huts a much coveted item. One can only surmise that the many families that descended on the camp did so with the aim of squatting there. I vaguely remember bowler hatted men and police arguing with a big group of people, and the discussion becoming very heated. I never really found out what it was all about, but for sure it was the authorities threatening to prosecute these homeless... Read more
Memories of Dan Y Parc
Many of the things that happened at D Y P were taken as normal. During the winter we ran around in the snow without shoes on, and why? because we did not have a second pair of shoes. The only pair we had were school shoes and they were not worn after school and there were so many times we got home and our feet were numb from the cold, but in truth we did not notice the discomfort. It seems strange now that we accepted such a thing. How strange that a country with a massive empire would allow it's people to be so deprived of what should be regarded as normal entitlements. Looking back it is obvious that such wealth was for the privileged and wealthy and it is also obvious that such a condition is still existent. Its worthy of thought that the countries that were so damaged and destroyed, Germany and Japan are now very successful and prosperous countries. I do not doubt that... Read more
This is Where I Lived as A Young Boy.
I lived there as a young boy. I used to live at number 21. I was happy to live there, but I can also remember sad times while I lived there. I went back there some time ago to see what it was like, but there is nothing there now. It was not how I remember it. All a long time ago now. If there is anybody that used to live there when I did, I would love to hear from you.
I did not know many of the people of the village or much of the history of the village. However there were some who stay in my memory and to this day I often think about them. All too often I cannot remember their names. I know nothing of their lives. Their trials and tribulations or indeed if they were born in the village.
One such person was a Mrs Baker (at least that's what I think her name was), a very elderly lady who lived in the centre of the village in an extremely small cottage at the rear of the shop. The floor of the cottage was laid with flag stones, the walls were bare bricks and it had a very small fireplace and it seemed to be empty of furniture. I suppose that I should quantify my observations of her home, by pointing out that they are the first impressions of a twelve year old boy who at the time was extremely nervous of entering into what... Read more
A New Home.
My family and I relocated to Llangattock in or about 1955/6. We came from the American army camp at Dan-yr-Park. I rather think that the local people thought we were aliens of some sort and regarded us somewhat disdainfully and not to be trusted. However we soon integrated into village life and I hope we are remembered as decent folk. We occupied a house in the new estate Plas der Wen and it was a great home to grow up in. I retain fond memories of it and life in Llangattock. Some of the memories are unpleasant. If only because of the attitude of local people towards we people from Dan-yr-Park.
I well remember the local school and its headmaster Mr Parry whom I believe reflected local attitudes. He was inclined to segregate the camp children from the village chlidren, in as much that we were made to eat our school lunch on a separate table well away from village children. This made me feel inferior and unworthy and... Read more
To be honest the year is a little vague to me now, but it would have been around the mid-fifties that I have my first memories of Rectory Cottage. I was brought up in England, but my father John Elwyn was born there and my grandparents Jack or John and Martha ( nee Morgan ), lived there until Martha's death in I think 1960.
Their graves are close to the wall of the chapel in the village.
Jack was the eldest of 7 and son of Edward and Sarah who lived somewhere 'on the Ffawddog' as related by Dad's cousin who lives nearby.
I remember the cottage as a tradition stone building with small windows and very thick walls. All I remember of the ground floor is that it was of stone slabs and there was a range and a large table. I think there was also a pantry and another room, but I can't be sure.
They had no electricity and lighting was from oil or parafffin lamps I... Read more