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Memories of Glogue
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
RE: My Grandparents
Maldwyn and May John of Rose Cottage, Cwmfelin Mynach, my grandparents on my mother's side, Gwenda Doreen Griffiths, eldest daughter and sister to Eleanor Linda Jones, Maldwyn Lesley John and Maldwyn Brian John. Brian still lives there, runs his own garage (Rose Garage). My memory is of going down there in the summer holidays, playing in the sand outside the front door with cars and lorries when I was 2 years old. I'd spend the day there, in the shade of the tree. Every year for the summer holidays I would be there for the whole holiday, then at the age of 5 my grandad passed away, but I still went down for summer holidays. I remember going to see Glen in the shop, next door to my gran's house, then to see all the relatives who lived down there. I was always in the vestry garden catching grasshoppers in a jar, going to the chapel with my gran when she cleaned, there was so much to do in such... Read more
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.
I lived at Clyngwynne Farm until 1987. We moved there from Whitland Abbey where we lived with my husband's parents, Rhodri and Gwendoline Thomas. My husband Rhodri and I took over Clyngwynne Farm after my father-in-law gave up dairy farming. Before that (Benjamin) Alun Thomas lived there as our superb cowman/farm manager with his wife Gwyneth and their three children and a grumpy old sheepdog called Bob who used to bite my ankles. Next door to us in Clyngwynne Mansion lived Hywel and Bethan Williams with their three children. We were very fond of Richard, their eldest son. The time I spent at Clyngwynne were the happiest of my life. We knew all our neighbours and they always had time for us. We never locked the house or the car, there was no need. The Lamb Inn in Llanboidy village was our local watering hole and our children started their education in the village school. Such lovely, happy memories ...
Lived Here When I Was Young
I'm writing this on behalf of my mum who lived near here when she was young. Her grandfather owned a bakery / tea room at the top of that hill just over the bridge. The family then moved away to Caerau near Maesteg. I know she still wonders if she has got any family left in Newcastle Emlyn as she remembers she had other family there when they left.
Evacuee 1943 to 1957
Yes, me and my brother were evacuees. We came from London by steam train to Carmarthen cattle market in 1943. We were met by a crowd of local people offering to let us stay with them, it was very frighenting, we did not know any body. We had a label on our coat to say who we were, there were four of us, two boys and two girls aged 5 to 10 years old. . Mrs Morris took John and me but she did not have the room for my sisters - my sisters were taken by Mrs Morgan. We found out a couple of days later our sisters were at a farm not far from from us, so we were able to go and see them. We settled... Read more