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Minffordd maps
Historic maps of Minffordd and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Minffordd maps
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Bangor| Llandygai| Menai Bridge| Glyngarth| Rhiwlas| Llanfairpwllgwyngyll| Bethesda| Beaumaris| Port Dinorwic| Llanedwen| Abergwyngregyn| Llanfaes| Brynrefail| Llanrug| Cwm Y Glo| Cwm Y Glo| Llanddona| Pentraeth| Nant Ffrancon| Llangoed| Penmon| Red Wharf Bay| Caernarfon
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Memories of Minffordd
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Mill Cottage And The Harrisons
The Llanthony Post Office was originally the Mill Cottage and my great great great grandparents George and Margaret Harrison lived there. Just across the track from there was the Mill which was three storeys high, and George was the Miller of Llanthony. They lived there, as recorded in the cenus's of 1841 through to 1861, and from then on their daughter Margaret lived there with her husband Daniel Nichols, who was a carpenter.
My Great Grandfather's Memories
This is an excerpt from Frederick Rosher's diary written while on a visit to Trewyn Court, a family home, in 1850.
Sunday, 28th April. Went to Llanvihangel church in the carriage. There are no architectural beauties about it, it being within, perfectly plain and free from ornament, but its perfect simplicity and quietude is much more favourable for devotion than the splendid and crowded edifices of London. Mr. Price is the minister. He preached a very plain, good, simple sermon on the parable of The Good Samaritan. The church was without an organ until a year ago when a small one was presented by Mr. Rodney. I should think the attendance was below 30 putting aside Mrs. Rodney's school in the organ loft. I saw there the tablets of my Great Grandfather and the tomb of Mr. Golding.
My Home Area.
Although I was born in Princetown I spent endless hours and days in Tafarnaubach. I was brought up in the area and my closest friends all lived in Princetown or Tafaneu. Friends like Ken Woods, Graham Davies, Denis Francis, Alun Evans, Ken Galliford, Ray Leask, Ken Leask. We played football for Twyn Hotspurs in the 1950s at the back of the Travellers Rest pub. I also supported them in the late 1940s when Davo and Twny were running the team along with George Phipps, Jacky Fat Jimmy King. They were happy days. I now live in the Midlands but will always remember those days. I could go for ever. All for now. Carol Evans
Police Constable Charles Boughton
My Paternal Grandfather was a police constable for a short while in Dukestown whilst stationed at Tredeger,does anyone have any memory of him at all,he was quite a devil by all accounts.Please e-mail me if you can provide information
The Old Primary School
I attended the old primary school via School Lane through the 1930s and early 1940s, the teachers were E L Richards (head), Mr Withers, Miss Austen, Miss Lewis. The school by the old canal was a very happy school, and through the last war we had a big school garden where we grew food and shared it in the village. We also had to help on the local farm (Jim Llewellyn's, at Ty Gwyn) at potato picking time, we had good food and got paid, we enjoyed that. I left school in 1945 but enjoyed my years there. I still visit the village as often as I can, it brings back memories of home. The other memory I have is of Gooding the canal boat owner, where we made ourselves some pocket money by rowing people up the canal that could not row. These were very happy times. I would like to hear from anyone who is old enough to remember them, my email address is bachen95@yahoo.com
Special Times
Once the time had come for blackberry picking and whimberry picking, my lovely Uncle Fred took us down the valley roads, to get picking, ready for those lovely pies my grandmother would make. We would climb up beside these waterfalls, drink the pure water from them, lovely. Uncle Fred would walk for what seemed to me miles, me eating most of my pickings as I went. This was the early 50s, a lovely day out, lovely scenery, lovely memories. With thanks to my Uncle Fred Bedford, a lovely, loving man.
My Hometown
Brynmawr is a quiet little town on the edge of the valley roads. These photos bring back memories of all the hills I climbed, picnics on the mountain, paddling in the pond across from our house in Warwick Road. Snow 6ft deep in Winter. I remember the old steam train passing our house, I would wave to the driver and he would wave back to me standing on a low wooden fence. Everything was at a slow pace in the 50's. We would go to the local cinema and see mainly westerns in those days. Then come out and get a bag of chips and wander back home, just simple easygoing things.
