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Llanvihangel Gobion maps
Historic maps of Llanvihangel Gobion and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Llanvihangel Gobion maps
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Chain Bridge| Llanover| Llanellen| Raglan| Abergavenny| Llanfoist| Llantilio Pertholey| Mardy| Llanvetherine| Usk| Govilon| Blaenavon| Garndiffaith| Abersychan| Pontypool| Llangwm
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Davis Family
My great-grandmother Margaret Adams, according to the Census of 1891, lived with the Davis family as a servant. The address was Bird Cottage, Main Road. I just wondered if anyone had any information? The Davis family comprised of Robert and Clara, with their children Thom (3) Mary (2) and Eleanor (7 months) and also Elizabeth Crunk, aged 72, who I would imagine is the mother in law.
Gwent memories
Tump Farm
We lived at Tump Farm, Bettws Newydd around 1949, and it was while my father was employed by Mr Trevor Jones, who farmed the Thornbury Farm in that village. My brothers and I attended the small village school situated opposite the house, where the Phillips family lived. Our school friends were: Kenneth Jones, Billy Taylor, Donald Powell, Lavinia Coyle, Tony and Melba Evans, David Morgan, Charlie and Yvonne Murray, Gordon and Trevor Griffin, Raymond Griffiths, Christopher Davies, Sheilla Brooks, and our headteacher was the legendary Mrs Rees. Known by all, as Ol' Ma Rees, who was a good teacher or at least I passed my eleven plus exam and graduated to King Henry XIII Grammar School in Abergavenny.
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.
Grand Uncle
My grandmother's eldest brother was the Reverend Evan Davies, BA. A native of Carmarthenshire he was appointed Vicar of Llanofer in 1891 and was parish priest there until his death in 1934. According to Kelly's Directory for Monmouthshire (1901) his salary was £190 per annum with residences and 18 acres of glebe.
Glenhafod Colliery/Goytre Near Port Talbot
When was the colliery opened? My elder brothers worked there and my dad (1930-40s). We lived in 22 East Street, and I attended Central School. My name is Glyn Parsons. When was the crescent built?. I know the East Street and Emroch Street were French-style houses, who built them and when? The filter beds were around when I was a kid, and I remember going up to the pistle and the prisoner of war camp. Can anybody help? If the guys I grew up with have computers and e-mail adresses, drop me a line, it would be nice to hear how your doing!!. Glyn (I came to Canada in 1969. No regrets!)
Round House
My Father Henry (Jim) Griffiths lived with his eight brothers and sisters in the Round house, which I think was up the ally next to the Postoffice. His mother was Alice Griffiths, she brought up all these children on her own. I wonder if anyone has a photo of the round house?
Raglan - Castle Street
My childhood memories of Raglan are indelible in my mind. I lived with my Aunt and Uncle (Bessie and Ernie Morgan) at No 3 Castle Street during the war years. I well remember my first day at school, sitting on the obelisk at the junction of Chepstow Road, being chased by the geese down the Chepstow Road, 'helping' my uncle pump the organ, the harvest festivals, Roy Silverthorne's voice resounding around the church, sergeant Needs and his alsation, the brook, the castle, the wonderful smell of Mrs Hook's and the Powells bakery, Rhwylas farm, which is totally responsible for my love of dairy farming (although I was born 17 miles out of London). So it was through Rhwylas farm that I find myself in Australia, via New Zealand ...but that's another story. By the way, I never made it as a farmer! Wonderful, wonderful memories.
