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Parkmill| Southgate| Pennard| Penrice| Oxwich| Llanrhidian| Reynoldston| Bishopston| Murton| Horton| Caswell Bay| Pen-Clawdd| Porteynon| Newton| Langlands Bay| Oystermouth| Langland| Cheriton| Killay| Mumbles| Blackpill| Gowerton| Gower| Llanmadoc| Morfa| Sketty| Llangennith| Loughor| Gorseinon
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Memories of Penmaen
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West Glamorgan memories
On Our Way to Three Cliffs Bay
For my sister, Carol, and I, Parkmill meant only one thing - Shepherd's Shop.
The only place to buy ice cream and sweets and even the new 'Coca Cola'. We always stopped here on our way to and my aunt's wooden bungalow almost on the beach at Three Cliffs Bay where we spent many, many happy summers. What wonderful days they were.
My Mom's Little Dog
Mom was born in Swansea in 1924. She adopted a dog from our local Animal Care and Control in Michigan 1998 - she fell in love with her. She named her Pennard after this place. She loved it here.
The Post Office
My Aunty Evelyn ran the post office in Oxwich for many years. There was a huge orchard attached to the post office. Upon retirement, she had the bungalow built next door and lived there until her death. As a young boy, I lived in the coastguard cottages nearby, before my father Frank Bevan, was posted to Flamborough Head in the Coastguard service.
My Grandads Family.
My Grandads family were from Horton, as far as I know they had a farm here. My Grandad (Kenneth Grove) moved to the Northeast of England when he married my Nan. My Grandad died in 1984, when I was 4 years old, and we went to spread his ashes on the beach at Horton, and stayed with his brother (I think) who then had the farm. I have been back twice since 1984, it's such a lovely place.
Mumbles Memories
My Great, Great, Grandfather planted these trees which you can see running down the middle of the photo in 1883 when the cemetery was opened and they are still present to this day.
His name was Henry Harris (1827-1911). He died at 84yrs old. His wife Elizabeth Harris passed away in 1920 aged 88yrs at the Cemetery Lodge where they both resided.
Childhood Memories in The Mumbles
I was born in London, but my Mother came from the Mumbles, so several times a year we took the train from Paddington on our journey to Swansea. With a large family of grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, the sea, the beaches and the freedom, I thought I was in heaven! This photo of the Mumbles in 1954 was just as I recall it. You can see Fortes ice cream parlour in the centre, now demolished. I spent many happy times there eating knickerbocker glories! I can taste them now! The sea wall was just to the right of the photo behind the shops and the Mumbles Tram ran along the seafront. Happy Times !
Summer Days at Oystermouth
Memories of The Mumbles by John S. Batts Viewing on-line a collection of Frith’s old photos of The Mumbles has jogged many memories. For me the place was simply known as “Mumbles,” home to a much-treasured uncle and aunt who ran a shop for several decades in Newton Road, Oystermouth until the late 1950s. The district has many pleasant associations within the family, too, for I’ve seen small black & white photos of my parents playing golf at Langland Bay GC while on honeymoon in the 1930s. Early journeys by bus over the Beacons from Brecon are not fondly recalled however. I was invariably motion-sick, and if that had failed to upset me then the smell of petro-chemicals from Llandarcy towards the end of the trip provoked much the same reaction. Clearly on arrival I was much in need of bracing seaside air. I must have been taken to the Mumbles on a summer holiday, the first of many, during World War Two, because my uncle used to... Read more
