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Memories of Llanilar
I spent from 1958 to 1963 living in Llanilar at a house named Glanhaul, at the time it was owned by a local farmer Lloyd George. I spent many wonderful holiday time at the farm Glarafon, tenanted by Will and gwen Jones, and returned 37 years later with my wife to see so many changes - it was such a shock. My reason for this memory recall is that at my present time of life I want to build a 00 scale model of Llanilar railway station, I have one or two general pictures of the station but if anyone reading this has some photos of the station, particulaly the buildings and the saw mill. If anyone can suggest where I could scale drawings of the buildings I would be very grateful.
These memories have been contributed by Myra Greer. In 1947, when I was 7, my mother and I moved from Salisbury in Wiltshire where my father was stationed at RAF Boscombe Down, to near Llanfarian, where my grandparents had settled. My grandfather, William, was badly crippled by rheumatoid arthritis. Because of his illness they had had to sell up their lovely home in Shipston-on-Stour, Warwickshire during the early part of WW2. No disability living allowance, carers allowance etc.. in those days! They got an inflated price for their home because of the demand of Birmingham business people moving out from the bombing of the city by Hitler's Luftwaffe. With it they bought ground on the A485 between Llanfarian and Llanilar and built Oak Villa, a Canadian cedarwood bungalow complete with veranda situated overlooking the Ystwyth Valley and the fields of Alt Mai - Dai Morgan's Farm. There was no electricity or running water, just a pump in the scullery which brought water up from a spring well in the front garden. A... Read more
As a child our family stayed near the village of Blaenplwyf and as we passed Frondeg Farm my father always pointed out a field know as Cae Balloon (Balloon Field). Frondeg Farm had been farmed by his Grandfather and he had been ploughing the field one day when his horses and, I suspect he, had been startled by a huge balloon floating towards them. It landed in the field and by sign language, for they were French, the passengers persuaded him to take them and their balloon to Aberystwyth Rail Station. This he did.
The story emerged later that the balloonists had seen the Coastline before them and, with no land the other side, decided to land.
My great grandfather's name was John Davies.
My name is Lloyd Chaney and I am searching for any relations or people that know or knew of my family. My father was David Chaney, son of Ada Eleanor Powell, he was born in 1937 but has now died. I think his grandfather was David Powell and his grandmother, Lily. I believe his mother had brothers and sisters but have never met this side of the family so if anybody reads this and has any information would they please be kind enough to contact me. I have an email which is: firstname.lastname@example.org
I was brought up in the village in a house called Ty Newyth which means 'the new house'. I remember every part of the village from the school to the post office, the jet plane crash on Trefenter mountain, and the old Trefenter village higher in the hills where the windmills or turbines ended up. I remember some of the families from the village. If I can help in any way I would be happy to help.
Trefenter School And Village Life
I am raised in the village and was in the school when it closed. I remember most families and events and places in the village. 07826698904
I was born in 62 North Parade, Aberystwyth and lived next door to a very busy Gwalia Garage run by my grandfather Charles Abel Jones and his four sons.
During the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II the street was alive with celebration, with buntings hung along its length, and on the day we all sat on rows of tables in the street and had the most wonderful party. Great times. My parents Maurice and Gwen Henley continued to live there until they died in the late 1980s.