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Gandparents
I am 62 years of age and never got to see my grandparents, but I have just found out today that they were married in Bedwelty, I have no idea when, but my grandfather's occupation was a Heaver, something to do with mining I have been told. His name was William Andrew Griffiths, and his wife's name was Sarah Jane Williams, also known as Sarah Jane Sheen. If anybody in Bedwelty has any information that can help me get to know about my grandparents I would be very grateful.
Mrs Davies The Pub
My grandmother was Mary Davies who kept the pub until her death in 1959. I was born and brought up in the tiny village on top of the mountain between Cwm and Hollybush. My dad George was a farmer in the area until his death in 1978. It was a wonderful childhood until I was 13, I thought everyone was an aunt or uncle. I was delighted to find postcards of the village which I've dated circa 1959. I went to Sunday School in the Chapel and Christmas parties in the old school (closed in 1952). My friends were Clive Burgess and Wynford Penny and we shot more Germans than the 8th Army and more Indians than John Wayne in the fields and woods around the village. The sheep pound near Tonyfald Farm was either the Alamo or Beau Geste's desert fort. We dug cabins in the earth covered with corugated iron sheets and turf, filled the insides full of dried ferns and then - lit a camp fire inside!!... Read more
Farming
I remember coming to Manmoel on the milk cart with Reg Herbert and working at Gelligoediog Farm with the Herbert family. We used to go around the farms at shearing time and work with other farmers. The sheepdog trials were held at Llanarch Farm (Trevor Jones. At one time I could almost name everyone in Manmoel and knew Mrs Davies at the pub, although at that time I was too young to drink. I came to Manmoel quite a lot until recent years. Dave Herbert still live at Gelligoediog and his daughter Kathie lives a few doors from me at Cwm.
My Holidays in Manmoel
My memories span many years. My grandparents lived in the small terrace cottages adjacent to the pub and next door but one to the Pennys. My grandmother, Eva Morgan looked after the chapel. My Uncle Bob used to live in the farmhouse, Wyrloed Farm, on the other side of the village. I remember we all used to put a tent in the field next to the park. Everywhere was so safe. We used to go picking whinberries on the mountain. My grandfather was Lester and was born in the village. My mother was Wynn who has now died and is buried in the churchyard amongst many other of my relatives. Gillian Edmunds
Small Boy Visiting Granny!
Dad said 'We are going out for the day!'. I can't remember much about anything at age five/six. What I so remember is coal or slag just about everywhere and a small play area with a big metal slide, Masey (Gran) making me a cup of tea and cake, only small memories? Yes, but it was enought to bring me home 39 years later! You know that feeling, when something is right? Every time I cross that bridge back to Wales my stomach tingles 'This is home!'. You know, they say a true Welshaman always returns home to Wales.
During the course of many years the only time I seemed to meet my relations was for funerals, usually uncles and aunts, and now, well, my own father died ok a few years ago now, but all the ties are now severed, no-one speaking to the family, I seem to be the only one that really cares now! And tha hurts so much. I have four children who will never see... Read more
Stanley Jones
I am searching for information about my mother-in-law's cousin Stanley Jones. I believe he was the Principal of Tredegar Technical School. Can anyone help?
Innocent Days
I remember innocent days playing football on Grove Park until you could hardly see the ball. I lived in Greenfield Street and recall tying a piece of string from behind the garden wall to the fence on the back lane and sitting in wait for someone to come along to trip up, and in the winter we would slid down the three corners dumps on cardboard. We never had a lot but it was always an adventure, except for the fact that I lived in 153 Greenfield Street and we always seemed to get flooded, mind you one year we were planning to go to Barry Island for a treat, when we got up in the morning there was at least two foot of water downstairs. Mam said "Well, come on, we are still going, we can worry about it when we get home", and off we went and caught the train from White Rose train station and when we got home after having a great time the water had gone... Read more
