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Historic maps of Llansadwrn and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Llansadwrn maps
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Glyngarth| Llanddona| Pentraeth| Menai Bridge| Beaumaris| Red Wharf Bay| Llanfaes| Bangor| Llangoed| Llanfairpwllgwyngyll| Benllech| Bwlch| Penmon| Llandygai| Tyn-Y-Gongl| Brynteg| Llanedwen| Marianglas| Black Point| Llangefni| Port Dinorwic| Abergwyngregyn| Moelfre
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Memories of Llansadwrn
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A Resident of Rhoscefnhir
I have lived in this lovely little village for many years and have recently become interested in its local history and have set up a page on Facebook to collect interesting information.
Living in Llanddona
My childhood years were fantastic. I loved the hot summer months, especially the walks to the beach, just being free. The smell of the sea air, and the fresh air. I spent most of my time outside playing. I loved going to school and learning Welsh. I miss Llanddona. I am now in Manchester and have two grown up sons, but I promise one day, I will return, to enjoy the smell of LLanddona. If anyone reads this and remembers me, my dad was Gareth Rowlands, and my mum then Susan Rowland. I had 2 sisters, Michelle and Mandy, please reply to this. Thank you for reading. Would also love to see some photos of the place now.
Llanddona
Went to Llanddona as a baby and still going. Every year we went in the October holiday and stayed for a week. When I was 1year old a cat had attached herself to us and as we left she jumped in the car so home she came. She passed away when I was 21, what an age. The big rock on the beach we always called Grandad's rock. now my kids call it Grandad rock. We spent many an hour sat on top. We always made a swing over the river at the bottom of the hill road but we must have been trespassing because ever other day the farmer cut it down and we put it back up again. We as an extended family now go every summer, my parents have a property there so holidays wil go on for a few years yet. My mum as a child went down to a lady I remember as Aunty Peg, so we are on our 4th generation now. Many memories... Read more
Memories of Pentraeth Nicknames by Ross Davies
When I first came to Pentraeth in 1950, I became very intrigued by the nicknames attached to certain individuals. In fact, they were better known by their nicknames than by their own names.
One example was the leading male singer in the local church on a Sunday. He was known as Basso Profundo, a name that stuck to him until his dying day. I never did find out his real name.
Pentraeth, also had a fine male voice choir, in years gone by, with particularly good tenors. Their group of tuneful tenors were all related to one another, and became known as "the Sweets." Apparently, it all started when the choir held an impromptu concert in the Squre and some Americans, based at Brynsiencyn, had come over to listen to them. One was so impressed that he said, "Dang me! that is the sweetest sound that I've ever heard!"
It has always been a Welsh trait to attach people's names to their jobs, e.g. Bob Becar, Ned... Read more
MERCHED Y BRYNIAU.
Another Pentraeth Memory. by Ross Davies
Just about 38 years ago, I was approached by some of my former pupils, who were now mostly married and with children of their own, with the idea of forming a Pentraeth based entertainment group.
The village had always had an excellent reputation for choral singing and they wanted to revive the tradition, but on much more modern lines. Such an enterprise would give them all a focus to aim for, to enjoy, and to give good entertainment value.
They wanted me to weld them together into an acceptable group. My protests about not being able to play an instrument, read music, or act as choirmaster, went unheeded. That did not matter at all. Most of them had good voices and an ear for harmony, so they would monitor themselves, and learn as they went along. All they wanted from me was the ability to discipline and organise.
So, - "Merched Y Bryniau", was born. At the final count, the... Read more
THE THREE LEAPS. by Ross Davies
A PENTRAETH LEGEND
Most people driving past the entrance to Plas Gwyn manor house, on the outskirts of Pentraeth, might well be surprised to learn that they are passing a commemorative monument that has stood there for over 800 years.
It may not look much like a monument as it is made up of three large boulders grouped together in a narrow field alongside the entrance, but it does mark an event that happened eight centuries ago, and it is known as "The Three Leaps".
There is history attached to these stones, and a touching love story which happened somewhere between 1200 and 1230 A.D. The Prince of Wales at the time was Llywelyn the Great.
The Prince had more than one palace in Wales, but a favourite was Aberffraw on Anglesey, where his whole court came to stay from time to time, and to enjoy the hunting and fishing in the area.
He was always accompanied by his elite band of warriors, known in... Read more
My Childhood Memories of Menai Bridge
My father was born in Talwrn near Llangefni and each year we would go by train to Liverpool and then go to the pier head and board St Tudno which sailed at 10 30 am, dropping people off about 12 in Llandidno then onto Menai Bridge, where we arrived around 2pm. We always looked to see who could see Menai Bridge first, and passing by Bango Pier we knew that my grandparents would be waiting for us with the horse and wagon, then the first stop was to my Aunt Mary and Uncle Tom in Llanfair PG who had a big spread waiting for us [he was a mail man in Llanfair PG]. Across the road from my aunt's was a big rock which we used to climb up with our cousins while the relatives enjoyed the reunion, afterwards we got back onto the wagon and Polly the horse trotted off to Talwrn, which I seem to remember was about 8 miles, it was a long day and we were... Read more
