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My Memoirs of Trowbridge Cardiff 1964 - 1966 Part One
Wayne Carter
My father is Frederick Carter born in London, and mother was Loraine Carter nee Chadwick was born Cyfarthfa Street Roath; mum sadly passed away in 1998. I have a younger sister Jane Carter nee Dunscombe, and younger brother Paul Carter. I was born in St David’s hospital; until I was nearly 2 I lived in Claude Road, Roath.
I was just over 2 years old when my family and I moved to 39 Hendre Road, Trowbridge Estate Cardiff. I recall all we had to sit on was a few tea chests. Hendre Road itself was a dirt track, and there were no pavements, our garden were farrowed field, it looked like a building site. The Swedish Type houses didn’t exist.
Our house had Cast Concrete walls; they don’t make houses like that these days. Our neighbours were Billy & Betty Porter; their kids were Susan, Sharon & Debbie. Shirley and Mervin Cox; their kid were; Gary, Alison, & Wendy. Maureen and Brian Wilson,... Read more
The First Families
We were one of the first families to move into St Mellons. My first momory was the smell of the building site and my mother taking me to Trowbridge nursery. I was knee deep in mud. And my mother still lives in the same house.
My Memoirs of Trowbridge Cardiff Part Two
Wayne Carter’s memories from 1966 - 1973
I remember Olive an old lady in Trafaser Crescent, she lived in the flats, I use to do errands for her; she always buy me ice-cream, or give me sweets.
I remember Michael Bratcher, John Cain, and David George, Neil O’Mara, Twins Peter and Tony Isles, and I would call for Russell Sims every morning; we’d play football with a tennis ball before the school bell rang.
I could never forget Sports Day; I was chosen for the Obstacle race, but on the day I got lost under the tarpaulin and I panicked; suddenly I saw mum lifting up the side so I could get out, but unfortunately the race had ended. Mum entered the mother’s race and, as she put it; she was beaten by a ti?.
I loved the pogo sticks in PE, & the girls would use the Hula hoops, I loved it when our class played rounder’s on the Sports... Read more
The Ford Family....
This is a picture of St. Augustine's Church, Rumney. We were married there on August 5th 1957. It is also the resting place of my husband's Mother, Father and Sister. All are buried in the Churchyard.
We moved to Canada in 1965.
Childhood
Was delighted when I saw this picture of St Augustines. I was christened in 1950 at this church. Also confirmed here, belonged to Church Girl Guides and Youth Club. Vicar was Reverend Smith. Have very fond memories of this church.
Days Gone by
I remember Splott, I grew up there, and my brother still lives there.
We were growing up very poor and scruffy, same as all the kids, one difference though, we were the Black Dixons. The other difference was we were not Catholic, so belonging to a small church showed us life beyond Splott.
But I can remeber some good times too, playing hopscotch, skipping, two balls, rat-a-ta ginger. Going to Splott Park with jam sandwiches and Corporation Pop (water), playing in the bombed houses daring each other to do dangerous things, going over the tide fields, and playing with the bombed planes, and picking blackberries. I never went on any of the street trips though, they were always on a Sunday, and one time I nearly went, because it was on a Wednesday, but the organisers gave our seats to a family of 'white children' instead. And all those people who called us names, who thought because they were white they were better than us, have achieved very little... Read more
Splott in The Early 60's
I spent 8 years in Splott, in Enid Street, off Portmanmoor Road. Like the first contributor, we were really poor, perhaps poorer than most, and we got picked on for that. I agree with Lavinia though. Our first black family came to live in Enid Street, and our parents all told us to ignore them - although they were clean and tidy, and much more religious than many of the Catholics on our street. They had to keep themselves to themselves, and it was the so called 'grown ups' who instilled this racism into us - we couldn't care what colour anyone was - if they could run, play baseball, rat-a-tat ginger, or help with penny for the guy then they could play with us! My family went to St Albans school, and I was lucky enough to pass my 11 plus and go to Heathfield House - although that was tough for me as it was hard for me to find the proper uniform... Read more
