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Llangattock Lingoed maps
Historic maps of Llangattock Lingoed and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Llangattock Lingoed maps
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Gwent memories
My Great Grandfather's Memories
This is an excerpt from Frederick Rosher's diary written while on a visit to Trewyn Court, a family home, in 1850.
Sunday, 28th April. Went to Llanvihangel church in the carriage. There are no architectural beauties about it, it being within, perfectly plain and free from ornament, but its perfect simplicity and quietude is much more favourable for devotion than the splendid and crowded edifices of London. Mr. Price is the minister. He preached a very plain, good, simple sermon on the parable of The Good Samaritan. The church was without an organ until a year ago when a small one was presented by Mr. Rodney. I should think the attendance was below 30 putting aside Mrs. Rodney's school in the organ loft. I saw there the tablets of my Great Grandfather and the tomb of Mr. Golding.
Evacuee From Folkestone
I was evacuated to Llandewi on 2nd June 1940. I was billeted with Mrs Smith at Upper House, Coed Morgan. I will never forget the kindness shown, both by Mrs Smith and daughter Irene and also son Alan and his wife who had a small farm further up the road. I was only there for three months before having to pass on to the Grammar School, which had been evacuated to Merthyr Tydfil. The difference between the two places, and the people were like Heaven & Hell. I didn't return home until after four years had passed - just in time for the doodle-bugs.
Frogmore Cafe
My parents Monica and Jack Garrett ran the Frogmore Cafe from 1954 until 1978 when it became a dry cleaners when they then sold it to Sketchleys in 1980. I was their only son Richard.
Churchgoing in The 40's
My grandparents lived in Abergavenny since 1934 in a beautiful dressed stone house called Maisemore in Albany Road, and every summer after the war my family and I went to stay with them for a month, that is, until my grandfather died in March 1950, when this happy time came to an end. During the war my mother, brother and I were evacuated there, as our home was in Sunderland, which was a target for bombs, and if my grandparents hadn't taken us in, they would have had to put up evacuees from Cardiff. We used to go to this church in Llanwenarth on Sundays, and I can remember having to be taken out during the service one Sunday in 1949 because I wasn't feeling well.
Ascent of The Blorenge 1949
This picture reminds me of a photo my father took from the top of the Blorenge when we climbed it in August 1949. To start, we had to take the railway (closed in the 50's) to Gilwern or Govilon (I can't remember which!) and then begin our climb from there. When they reached the top, my father and brother built a cairn from the stones lying around - I wonder whether it's still there? I have a photo of my brother standing next to it. Unfortunately I didn't climb to the top on that occasion as I wasn't feeling well, so I stayed with my mother, who wasn't so keen on mountain climbing, in a field on the way up.
Cattle Market
As far as I can remember, my brother and I were taken to this market only once, in August 1949, and we were most interested in the cattle. I have lovely photo of us stroking a calf there.
Town Hall
I think this a picture of Abergavenny Town Hall, but am not sure. When we were staying in Abergavenny we lived outside, in Albany Road, on the way to the Rholben and the Deri, which we often climbed and as we didn't go into the town awfully much, only when my mother needed something, I have only vague memories of it. My great-grandfather Williams was Mayor of Abergavenny in 1905, and he wrote an autograph in my grandmother's album, which I still have. My mother's mother's family originally came from Abergavenny, which is why my grandparents went to live there after my mother married in 1934.
