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Tiddler Fishing
My grandparents lived in Park Road, and as children myself and my sister used to go tiddler fishing under the suspension bridge. My sister's cat, Danny, used to follow us and join us in our endeavours. And my cat, Honey, got stuck up a tree. I remember being terrified crossing the suspension bridge as it swayed from side to side - better than any ride at Alton Towers!
Family Tree
I am tracing my family tree back to to a Mr Thomas Jarman, born 1823, who lived at Llanfihangel, Bryn Pabuan, Brecknock. He married Eliza in 1847. He was a farmer and had 3 sons and 3 daughters.
Does anybody remember or can add or are related to Mr Jarman.
Regards
Paul
Builth Road Railway in The 1950s
My mother's family came from Builth, many from Builth Road, with several of the men working on the railway which was just beyond the front garden (they had a little house in Railway Terrace). I remember being taken to visit older relatives of the Bebb family, and in particular Auntie Beattie letting us try her home made wines - cowslip, rhubarb and others. Then out to watch the steam trains come puffing in as they returned from London Paddington.
There was a pump for water in the back garden, although by the 1950s some modernisation had taken place, and cold water was available in the kitchen.
I have several old photos of the house and my ancestral family, and also a lovely old album which is partially a musical box, but sadly I have not been able to identify the people in the photos, some of which seem to be printed on a metal backing.
Childhood Home
My grandfather, John James Lewis, was Station Master at Builth Road station and lived at Station Villa, (the first house in Railway Terrace). I was born at Station Villa myself, and lived there with my mother and sister, Helen, until the age of 16. My Uncle Ernie Lewis also lived at Station Villa and was a signalman at Builth Road High Level station during the years I lived there. I used to love visiting Uncle Ernie in the signal box and watching him at work and seeing the trains go by. My Aunt, Evelyn Lewis, also lived at Station Villa and was a school teacher at the Infant's School in Newbridge-on-Wye. My Aunt Doris Edwards and her daughter, Margaret, also lived at Station Villa. I have very happy memories of my childhood at Builth Road and of having the freedom to explore the wonderful surrounding countryside. There was a very close knit community at Builth Road, and I always felt safe when I was out playing in the fields or... Read more
Beatie Bebb
I remember Beattie Bebb from when I was a child growing up at Station Villa (1 Railway Terrace), Builth Road. She lived at about no 14 Railway Terrace and my cousins lived at no 17. I just remember her as an elderly lady when I was of primary school age.
Beatie Bebb
I remember Beatie Bebb had a horrid little Scottie dog that used to chase me around the road trying to bite me. I was terrified of it !!
Burning Feet
When I was about 12 years old, with feet as thick as young, strong leather, my father, who was a pilot (Allan Dyson) and Nina (my mum, Nina actually) took us all from our home on a plot of land in Halfway House in the Transvaal (some distance from a town or city) to Glasbury on Wye.
There, in the blacksmith's house, the farrier was beating iron. We stood to watch and then the farrier asked 'What's burning?'. We all looked at each other and sniffed. Then I felt it. A hot coal had made its way through the sole of my Transvaal foot and we had trouble removing it quickly enough. My Welsh cousins were impressed with that only, my gran, May Saunders, amazed. We were a little too wild. But I remember how we loved Pop Pop; Fred Saunders, fisherman extraordinaire!
