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Meinciau maps
Historic maps of Meinciau and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Meinciau maps
Meinciau photos
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LLangendeirne| Kidwelly| Porthyrhyd| Ferryside| Cefneithin| Pensarn| Pwll| Pembrey| Burry Port| Panteg| Llanarthney| Carmarthen
Meinciau area books
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Memories of Meinciau
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Dyfed memories
Bancfosfellen, Pontyberrem
As a child I spent all my holidays on a farm owned by my uncle, Reg Wood and his partner, Marion. This was from the year 1964 approx. It was off the main road but then turn off down a track which seemed to go forever. There was no one around for miles. We used to fetch calves from the market in the back of his Landrover. There was a man called Martin Mahr who used to sleep in the barn seasonally and worked there. One of his friend was called Morlis Ward who had a farm some miles away. I know this is a really really long shot but if any one has the faintest idea what this farm is called I would be eternally grateful. I remember we stopped at a small shop or post office and even though it was a distance on the people knew exactly where it was and who lived there! These days were some of the happiest of my life.
Miner's Daughter
I was born in Gateshead Tyne & Wear. When I was about ten years old my Dad got a job in the pits and we moved to a new housing development in Carway. All of the families came from outside of Wales to work in the pits. I went to the local school which was ill equipped for the huge influx of children. I was in a class with my sister who was two years younger as they couldn't accommodate us all. When I was eleven I went to the Lower Gwendraeth High school where we were made to learn Welsh. I remember knocking about with Derek Wiseman, Derek Goode, and Dorothy Hall among others. I had a friend called Rosemary who was Welsh and lived in the old part of the village and often played with the Davis/Davies children who lived on the local farm.
Sardis Cottages
My maternal grandmother Catherine Rosser lived in Sardis Cottages, until she died in 1958, her husband William Henry Rosser lived there until his death in 1962. They are both buried in the local church
House Next to Idole School
Next door to Idole Primary School was a 2-room house built out of red zinc sheets. It was derelict in the 1960s but the roof and walls remained, along with the small black fireplace inside. My father's family lived there way, way back. I would love a photo to put in my family history file.
Evacuation WW2
I recall being evacuated to Llansaint from London as a child of 7. I lived in a small sweet shop in the the village with a family named Phillips, or Philips. I am now 74 so my memories are not too sharp with regards to names and places
but I do recall going into Kidwelly one Saturday evening with some Welsh children from Llansaint village. It was the only cinema for miles around. The film was a Frankenstein one but we had to ask any adult to accompany us in as we were under age. As we were taken in by different adults we were not sitting together.
When I came out of the cinema in Kidwelly I got separated from the children I went there with and found myself lost in this strange town. I decided to start walking back home to Llansaint on my own. I had about sixpence in old money on me and never even knew where the bus stop was, or if there was... Read more
Youth Club
This shot is not of the school but of the old school canteen, which we had to walk to. It was also where the youth club was held. It is now used for courses.
Beach Holidays to Ferryside
My grandfather Maurice Griffiths had moved from London and I believe he used to operate the ferry from time to time. He used to live at Woodbine Villas and latterly a beach cottage close to station. Difficult to tell whether he is person in picture.
My father took us for many beach holidays to Ferryside - the sands were idyllic then - around 1950's. A most beautiful and heavenly spot on the river!
Grateful to hear from anyone who remembers our family
