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Gwynedd memories
The Bridge at Llanuwchllyn
I know this view very well, as my aunt and uncle lived in Ty Newydd, their garden led down to the river on the right hand side of the photo. Spent many an hours playing in the river and fishing with my cousins, never caught anything!
Ty Newydd.
Good to see that you have the view from the bridge, my aunt and uncle lived in the house on the left, which is called Ty Newydd. Many happy memories of tea time visits and playing and fishing in the river with the cousins. I helped my Uncle lay his drive, which 34 years later is still in good condition.
Llanuwchllyn
Mums family are from the village, I have wonderful memories of staying with my grandmother at Aran Lane, which is at the bottom of the street on the right. On hearing a train, I used to rush out into the main road to see the train going over the railway bridge. My great uncle Tex had the butchers shop in the village, but spent most of his time in my grandmothers house drinking cups of tea. There was also my great uncle John, who used to ride about on a bike that had a creaky chain. He refused to oil it as he felt people knew he was coming, when they heard his bike!
Tempus Fugit
My mum and dad retired to Llandderfel and lived in 'Plas Onn' by the bridge - a lovely home. Sadly it was a time of family tragedy and they didn't stay long - Mum was born and lived in Wales until her 20s and she was still classed as an outsider by a few of the locals which hurt her so much - one of the girls stole lots of things from the house. Hey ho, I suppose it doesn't really matter any more as my parents have now died, but I don't think we'll be visiting any time soon!
My memories of this beautiful place have been sullied by their bad experiences.
Summer Holidays.
I spent many happy holidays with my grandparents John and Alice Hughes at Bron Cadnant, much of the time in the two rivers/streams that come together near the house. I was taught how to fly fish by my grandfather and my Uncle Bob who lived in a shop almost opposite the church in the village. I remember visiting Hafod-lom where by mother was brought up with her father and mother - now under water at Llyn Brenig. One activity I'll never forget was turning a 'churn' for what seemed like hours to make butter and llaeth enwyn - I loved the salted butter which was almost white with beads of water on it, I've only very recently got to like llaeth enwyn :) I think Auntie Avril still lives nearby, closer to Cerrig-y-Drudion. I could go on and on. Hwyl Arwel (once of Henllan)
Childhood Memories
I was born in Cwm and I was always known by my middle name of Maelor, My fondest memories are playing with my friends Ken, Idwal, Iola, Anne Evans and Anne Parry to name but a few, We all used to meet after school to play, I also used to fish in the river and caught many trout with both rod and by tickling trout, I was so sad when I had to leave to find work, Sadly it was the end of a way of life because when I moved away I found a very different world to the wonderful innocent world I had known before.
First Love
1995 was the best year of my life, I was aged 13 and I was totally besotted with a lad in the village called James Power, he was working with a local builder from Penmachno called Jeremy McWilliam. I loved the way he was of being the local stud of the village, I became close to James through his sister Tammy. I would go to the local park and admire him from a distance, his family were lovely people who used to welcome me in any hour of the day. James and I went out with each other for a year and 9 months and I was totally gutted when we split up. I remembered teaching James to whistle through his fingers and we used to whistle to each other from a far distance and it used to echo for miles around and we had a secret whistle from the bottom end of the village to the other. When James let out this almighty whistle after hours of him trying,... Read more
