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Pantyrawel maps
Historic maps of Pantyrawel and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Pantyrawel maps
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Blackmill| Ogmore Vale| Glynogwr| Abergarw| Bryncethin| Pontycymer| Tondu| Nantymoel| Gilfach Goch| Aberkenfig| Coity| Llangynwyd| Pencoed| Cefn Glas| Penygraig| Tonyrefail| Tonypandy| Bridgend| Maesteg| Ton Pentre| Trealaw| Cwmparc| Llwynypia| Pentre| Abergwynfi| Ystrad| Treorchy| Blaengwynfi| Caerau| Porth
Pantyrawel area books
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Memories of Pantyrawel
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Mid Glamorgan memories
Good Time
In 1965 Blackmill seemed such a sleepy village. The summers were warmer and drier, and we played up the mountains with our friends. We played Cowboys and Indians. We seemed to spend all our time out of doors ... in the park or making swings on trees in the woods.
Blackmill
The name is Gareth Davis, and my grandfather (Harry Davis) lived at No 2 Ivor (Ifor) Terrace in Blackmill, although I later lived in Bryncethin I used to travel with the local butcher Clive Heale back to Blackmill to deliver meat to homes there. I now live in Australia, and at the age of 60 last year was fortunate enough to be able to visit Blackmill on a nostalgic visit, to visit my grandmother's grave at Paran Chapel, and have a lovely meal at the 'Smithy' cafe. There is a photo of my grandad Harry Davis in front of the pub on the wall there, and the very kind owner, and a local lady were very kind and organised a copy for me to bring back to Australia. Danny Davis's name who is on the cenotaph is my uncle who was a captain in the ANZACS, I regularly see his son Graeme (now 73) in New Zealand as we visit each other, he has 4 children and multiple grandchildren. The... Read more
Dimbath Pond
My name is David Diamond. I was born in Blackmill 63 years ago (in a house called Glas yn Ys - Blue Island in english) my fond memories are of going up to the Dimbath pond along with my mates with our father's shovels and spades to dig clodgings to dam up the pond - great stuff. We would be up there all day, our parents never worried about us in those days - kiddies were safe - not so today. I had an evening paper round which used to take about 3 hours to complete as long as I didn't stop on the way to play football on the "black" in Glynllan. More memories soon God bless, regards Dave.
The Railway Spanning The Viaduct
I can remember seeing a photograph of the viaduct complete with railway tracks etc.. not sure where I saw it. It might have been in the 'smithy' - can't recall, it will come to me soon. I was put to understand that the railway was pulled up for the war effort, can any one confirm this? I remember Robert Powell whose father was Jack Powell - he was a train driver. My oldest brother Henry was his fireman, anyway Robert supposedly found a roman sword up on the green patch on the mountain. Well, it was like somebody found gold (like in the wild west), we all went up to search (didn't find anything!) God bless, have to go now, talk soon. Dave Diamond
1946
My name is John Lewis. I was born in Blackmill in 1946 in a cottage on the mountain, lived in the village later, played soccer with my friends and in the early 1950s we all went and watched children's TV in Lloyds Farm. It was a very friendly place and close knit neighbourhood, and there was plenty to do in the 1950s and 1960s, fishing, playing in the woods, and on the mountains. The fathers of some of the children formed a local soccer team, and this team was called United Villages. The main founders were Mr Reg Westlake, Mr Gulliford, Mr Ron Andrews. I went to school in Ogmore Vale and Nantymoel and all the children from Blackmill up to Lewistown had to travel with Burrow's buses or Stanton's at the time. In the 1960s and 1970s I could be seen running on the roads, which I loved to do. It was quiet on the roads then, and there wasn't the danger of the traffic. ... Read more
Cinema
In the early 50's I used to attend film shows in this building. I seem to remember it was referred to as "The Lymp", that being an abbreviation for "Olympic".
My grandfather, John Richard Dunn, was born in Bryne Street. His mother ran a thriving grocery shop from her front room. He was a master musician (and miner) who conducted many choirs in the area.
During WW11 I attended school in Ogmore having moved from Bournemouth. The teachers and my grandmother had a big job on their hands teaching me to speak without a cockney-type accent. Happily, they won through.
A MEANDER DOWN THAT LANE
The photograph is that of the miner's hall where films were shown. It was also used for pantomimes and other functions. The Lymp referred to in the memory of David Whitney is the Olympia Cinema, owned by Mr Adams. I lived in Pantyraw and went to school, first in Ogmore Vale, then Nantymoel. I left the valley in 1952 aged 15 together with a school friend, Aaron Davies to seek our future in England. I lost touch with Aaron in 1958 when he did his National Service in the RAF then signed on. In 2004 I was in Victoria, Vancouver Island, Canada. I was invited to a Welsh Society funtion where I met Graham Adams. I could not believe the way the conversation developed. This was the son of the Mr Adams who owned the Olympia Cinema. He was a close friend of Aaron Davies, he was in the same class as my sister Daleth at school. What sort of a coincidence is... Read more
