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Llanmorlais maps
Historic maps of Llanmorlais and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Llanmorlais maps
Llanmorlais photos
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Pen-Clawdd| Llanrhidian| Morfa| Bynea| Llwynhendy| Parkmill| Loughor| Llanelli| Gowerton| Reynoldston| Southgate| Penrice| Pennard| Cheriton| Gorseinon| Panteg| Killay| Bishopston| Murton| Pwll| Llanmadoc| Oxwich| Caswell Bay| Sketty| Blackpill| Newton| Penllergaer| Horton| Llangennith| Oystermouth
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Memories of Llanmorlais
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West Glamorgan memories
On Our Way to Three Cliffs Bay
For my sister, Carol, and I, Parkmill meant only one thing - Shepherd's Shop.
The only place to buy ice cream and sweets and even the new 'Coca Cola'. We always stopped here on our way to and my aunt's wooden bungalow almost on the beach at Three Cliffs Bay where we spent many, many happy summers. What wonderful days they were.
Happy Days
I was thrilled to see your photo of Cecil Road as the houses on the left are in Hill Street and my Grandmother lived at number 2, the left hand house.
I have very Happy Memories of holidays with 'Mam' at Hill Street. My Dad, Dudley Williams was born a Hill Street along with his 7 siblings. The Williams family were very much a part of Gowerton life at the turn of the last century. My Great Grandfather, John Williams, lived in Church Street and raised 10 children. He was very involved in the local Baptist Chapel and all aspects of local life. My Grandmother's family ran Thomas butchers, on the corner of Sterry Road opposite the Gower Inn, also featured in your photos so this has been a very enjoyable visit to your web page.
My Mom's Little Dog
Mom was born in Swansea in 1924. She adopted a dog from our local Animal Care and Control in Michigan 1998 - she fell in love with her. She named her Pennard after this place. She loved it here.
Tinker Tailor Solder Sailor 1916
Lynette Carter nee Evans
My grandfather was Romany Gypsy, Stephen Evans, who better known as (Stinny)? During 1916 he lived in Gorseion, while his wife; my grandmother Mary Ellen Boswell lived in Gowerton. Nobody knows why this was.
Due to literacy Spelling variation of Evans in the 1800s & 1900s would’ve been; Evans, Evan, Evance, Evands, Evanson, Evason, Evens, Evenson.
Stinny was my father’s father, Graham Charles Evans. He was born abt 1888 in Bridgend Glamorgan South Wales UK, Birth Parish Bridgend District 4.
Stinny was 5 feet 3 inches tall, 34 inches chest, and weighed 130lb, Fitness
(fit “a”) Appointed Army Service Corps, Vaccinated (never) Vision R.EV 6/6 – R.E.V. 6/6. He had black hair, dark complexion and blue eyes. Stinny’s religion was Wesleyan, and occupation Tinsmith, which means Tinker. Stinny was illiterate, he signed his army papers with an +, above is written, (his mark)
In May 1910 aged 22, he married his first wife, Mary Ellen... Read more
Living at East Cwm Ivy
Lived at East Cwm Ivy as a child from 1973 to 1980. This photo does not show our house but the view from it to the houses you go past to go to the beach.
The Post Office
My Aunty Evelyn ran the post office in Oxwich for many years. There was a huge orchard attached to the post office. Upon retirement, she had the bungalow built next door and lived there until her death. As a young boy, I lived in the coastguard cottages nearby, before my father Frank Bevan, was posted to Flamborough Head in the Coastguard service.
Ghostly Happenings!!!
I recall my father Gerry Richards of West Cross telling me that when the building was no longer being used( he was then an acting security man having formerly tended the gardens and the boiler system) that he and his colleague were in the kitchen when they heard footsteps(the clicking of high heels) coming from the internal corridor towards the closed door. Thinking it was a visiting hospital worker he went to the door to open it. As the footsteps reached the door he opened it, the footsteps stopped - there was no one there!! then they realised that all the external doors were locked and bolted, CREEPY!!!!
