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Memories of Jersey Marine
Jersey Marine as I Knew It,
I was born and bred at No 8 St Margaret's Avenue, in the box room. I, Alan Huxtable, had a wonderful time as a child, as Rebbeca, has said, who is my niece (my sister's girl). We got up to a lot of mistchief. I loved to go fishing a lot. With Raymond Bird, my good mate, we went and did everything together, bad and good. But I was always home by 10pm at night to make Dad (my grandfather) a cup of tea before he went to bed. And good old Gordon Jenkins the baker's mate, which I worked for as a van boy, that was good and earned me a bit of pocket money. And I whould like to mention my mum and dad, Pat and Heyden Huxtable, they were a good mum and dad but thay are gone now sadly. But Jersey Marine is a good place to be and live.
Born And Bred A Jersey Marine Girl
There's alot to be said about Jersey Marine,it will always be home to me. I come from a well known family "Huxtable" and most of them are still there today. I've very fond memories of growing up there, climbing the many mountains, getting dirty from swimming in the canal, getting into trouble from my mother for going up to Stan Gorvett's stables (too far out of the village about 500yards lol) going up to "the tap" (now the towers) finding new places to build dens. Jersey Marine I think it's the best place in the world for bringing up children, there are so many adventures to go on, every one knows everyone, everyone is your aunty or uncle even if they're not. It has changed a bit, new houses, new people, but I still think that Jersey Marine is the best and I will always call it my home.
West Glamorgan memories
National Oil Refinery
I started work at the laboratory in the Llandarcy Oil Refinery in 1942 for the great weekly wage of one pound, one shilling and ninepence, when I was 16.
Mostly women worked in the lab but once the war was over the company only employed men. They did keep the women already employed there.
The village of Llandarcy was just up the road from the refinery and there was a building known as the Institute where dances were held two nights a week. I really enjoyed those!
I often cycled from Pantycelyn Road, Townhill to Llandarcy going along the canal path just past St Thomas, coming out where there is a restaurant now - there used to be a tower with a telescope on the top.
I worked at the refinery until 1949. The company allowed us time off to attend courses at the Neath Technical College where I obtained my National Certificate in Chemistry, and City and Guilds in Petroleum Technology. They didn't increase my pay... Read more
A Village Boy
I was born and raised in Llandarcy, where as for all the people whom lived there was a safe and friendly environment. I now live and work in Thailand as a teacher, but I still have found memories of my beloved Llandarcy. School holidays: When we used to camp-out on the mountains. Winter: When sometimes the snow was over two metres high. Bonfire night: When we used to spend weeks preparing the bonfire and where we used to have run-in-battles with the locals from Jersey Marine. The fondest memories are of the people and my friends.
Cheers, Llandarcy. For making me the man I am today
My father worked for BP Llandarcy from the 1960s. I was born in 1971 and some of my earliest memories are the smell of my dad coming home from Llandarcy. He worked on a machine called the catreformer. He rescued my first cat Sooty from the firey furnace at Llandarcy. One bad winter, when I was about 8 or 9, the refinery sent Landrovers out to pick up the workers from Dunvant where we lived, because the snow was so deep we hadn't been able to get out of the house. Sadly my dad was made redundant in 1986 and our family changed forever. We moved to Hampshire where my dad worked on an inshore oil well until he retired. I remember Lllandarcy used to take all the workers' children to the theatre to see the pantomime. In 2003 I set up a rugby club for children in Leeds and made sure that all the children went to the pantomme for free as we had. We didn't have much money... Read more
Police Station Coed-Ffranc Road
My grandfather Ernest Andrews was the Police Sergent at Llandarcy Police Station during the 1920s which was situated in Coed-Ffranc Road. My Uncle Bob (Robert) was born there in 1921 but sadly died in early 1940 after being shot down in his aeroplane. My mother was born in 1929 in the police station. Sadly my grandfather died in October 1930. I would be interested in anyone who might have known my Uncle Bob or has photographs of the police station in the 1920s/30s and whether it is still there.
Llandarcy Oil Refinery
BP apprentice, played for refinery at soccer. Had a great team. Went out with a lovely girl who worked in Collivers shoe shop in Skewen, Irene Thomas. Would love to contact. Live in Australia,the Gold Coast, anyone know anything please send email to email@example.com