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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
TROEDRHIWFUWCH A Place in my Heart
My father, Thomas Henry Williams, was born at 57 High Street, Troedrhiwfuwch in 1908. In his early 20's he left Troedy for Bristol, to look for work. It was in Bristol that he met and married my mother, and subsequently my sister Sylvia and myself, Roy, were both born. As a family we never lost touch with my father’s birthplace. We spent every Christmas in Troedy and I spent most of my summer school holidays there. I was born in 1937 but never knew my grandfather, who had passed away a few years earlier - so the head of the house was Gran. Gran was the kindest person I have ever known, but she was very strict and nobody ever argued with her. Also living at No 57 was my father’s brother, Uncle Ol and his wife Auntie Clar with their son Edwin who was four years older than me. I always looked up to Edwin and was fascinated by his stories. He told me that he used to catch... Read more
A Coal Mining Community Started in 1853
My late father was born in Troedrhiwfuwch on 16th Feb 1917. His name was David Thomas Harris, mainly known as Dai Tom. He lived in a terrace house later turned into a shop. He lived there with six other brothers and sisters. His grandfather worked down the pit, his father worked down the pit. He went to school there. In 1927 Glamorgan council awarded Dai Tom a silver medal for not having a day off in three years, a good attendance medal. On his 14th birthday he then went down the pit. He worked there for 10 years. There is a book about Pontlottyn and Troedrhiwfuwch with photos by Jervis R Pearce printed in 1985. I have been there not so long ago and the whole place has gone without a trace. Sadly my father passed away 10th June 2010. He and his kind will be greatly missed, just like the place.
Mining Community Gone Without A Trace.
When they found coal, Treodrhiwfuwch was only a farm. A book was published by J R Pearce back in 1985 about Pontlottyn and Treodrhiwfuwch. Over the years terrace houses were built for miners, some turned into shops. My father David Thomas Harris was born 16th Feb 1917 in one of these houses. He went to school here and at the age of ten he was awarded a silver medal for three years never having a day off. At fourteen he, like so many before him, went down the pits, a dirty, dangerous job but that is all there was for work. He stayed down the pits for 10 back-breaking years. When war broke out he joined up to leave the pits behind. When the coal pinced out the whole community vanished, including the houses. Gone without a trace. Now my father died last month at the age of 93, but not without a trace. He is in our hearts, as is Tredrhiwfuwch.
The Day I Was Born
74 High Street was the special place I was born into. My lovely Nan (Florrie) and Gransha (Will) were lovely loving grandparents who managed so much in their little 2 up 2 down, they brought a family up there - Mair who died young, Billy, Vera, Annie, Dougie and Jean Davies. We all piled into that little house often, especially on Sundays, and by this time there were at least 10 grandchildren to add to the mix. We used to get into trouble for raiding the allotments at the side of their house. I can still hear the shouts and giggles at some irrate gardener shaking his fist and threatining to tell our Gransha. Mum Annie is now 85 and spent all her years there until she married. She now lives in Blackpool but we often talk of Troedy and it's so sad that it is no more.
The Jenkins Family
My father was born at 63 High Street Troedrhiwfuwch on 10th February 1921. His mother was Theodoshia Jenkins (nee Heatherley) and his father was Thomas George Jenkins. He had 4 sisters and a younger brother called Lawrence who died at a young age from TB. He was lucky not to follow his father down the mines as at the age of 18 joined the Royal Airforce to fight for his country as a gunner in the Second World War.
Troedy, The Best Place in The World to Grow up
1953, my first day of school, holding hands with Brian Brown going down the street to the bottom gate of school was my first real memory of Troedy. We all took care of each other those days, we shared everything. Miss Moore would put our bottles of milk around the edge of the fireplace in winter to take the chill off it. Auntie Mattie the school cook made the best gingerbread men ever. I passed my eleven plus exam there. I still see a lot of the old Troedyites when I go to the special occasions at St Tyfaelog's church, Pontlottyn, where there is a little chapel of St Teilo which was of course the name of our little mission church that used to be situated between the cenotaph and the post office in Troedy. We used to play knock knock ginger and I was the one who always got caught because I couldn't run as fast as the others. I grew up one of six kids in number 7... Read more
