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Abermule| Berriew| Tregynon| Llandyssil| Newtown| Kerry| Montgomery| Milford| Llanfair Caereinion| Hodder River| Welshpool
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My Uncle Clem Built The Lychgate
My Uncle Clem built the Lychgate, he was a carpenter who later lived at Cefn Caled Kerry. He was the son of Harry Griffiths, tailor and famous choirmaster from Bettws who lived at Pentre Lifior Cottage. My cousin Ray still lives in Newtown.
Glansevern Lodge
My gran, Mrs Evans, used to live at Glansevern Lodge, a loveley old sandstone building with trees all around it, and big rhododenderon bushes. It was a long wallk from the pump we used to get water from up to the house. We used to have an old outside toilet 20 yards from the house, which was very cold to get to in winter. At the rear was a smallholding and a sheep dip on the back lane past the river and on up to the hall.
At the front of the house we had lawns, and in the summer we had picnics. Passing motorist would often stop and ask if we did teas.
The front lane led up to Glansevern where I would play aroung the lake (the house is now open to the public).
I went shopping for my gran along the river lane under the Cuckoo Bridge which holds the canal above past Berriew Football Club where I once saw Stanley Matthews play for Stoke... Read more
Caerhowel Hall
I grew up in Caerhowel Hall, Montgomery. My parents lived at Caerhowel Hall from the 1950s until my mother died in 1999. I have lots of lovely memories of the great parties we had. My father researched the history of the house and I learnt that after we sold the house in 1999 that subsequent owners claimed that it was connected to the Earls of Shrewsbury which was wrong. My family donated lots of historical records, deeds, legal documents and maps relating to Caerhowel Hall to the Powis Archive and Montgomery Museum including photographs taken in 1901.
Memories of Kerry
It always felt great to be in the town of Kerry. It was the halfway stop to our holiday in a Towyn caravan with no toilet. Dad always used to make a joke of visiting the Toilidoos. He could not pronounce the Welsh version. The old rattling Hillman Hunter estate always pulled up outside those famous bogs year in year out. My last chance to use an inside lavatory for fortnight ,whoopy do! Mother would have the back rammed full with stuff, and finding loo roll was torture. Why did we need it? After the loo stop, chippy here we come. Fish and chips for mother, dad had chicken and mushroom pie and chips, then ONE bag of chips between three kids. 7 wasn't old enough for anything else. No pop, pop is to wash her tablets down. Back to the toilidoos ,warm water from the tap. Dad always took his annual film of me waving by the Kerry sign ... Oh boy, oh boy. I'm proud to be a... Read more
Days Gone by
Attended Sunday school in the village school in the 1950s, and went to church sometimes, too. All a very long time ago of course, bearing in mind today is the 1st of January 2008. 2 sets of Grandparents, and at least 25 other relatives are resting in the churchyard, some quite close to the entrance.
THE TRAIN THAT CROSSED THE STREET
From my childhood in Welshpool in the 1940s and 50s I have fond memories of the little steam train which crossed over Church Street, originally on a daily basis then later on Mondays only, carrying livestock from farms in the Llanfair Caereinion area to and from the Smithfield Market in Welshpool. My grandfather was one of the engine drivers who drove the train and often when I came out of Berriew Road School at lunchtime I would hear the train whistle and would run as fast as I could so that I would be in time to see it cross the road. The fireman would get down from the footplate and open the gate on the Vicarage side of the street, then he would stand in the road with a red flag while the driver shunted the train into the roadway. The fireman would then open the gate on the other side (next to Barclays Bakery), the train would shunt off the road along the line and the fireman would... Read more
Childhood in Welshpool
I was born & spent my childhood in Welshpool. St Mary's was our Parish Church, it has beautiful stained glass windows which always fascinated me as a child. I was christened and confirmed in this Church and later in May 1965 my husband and I were married there by the Curate, the Reverand Michael Butler. I remember that it was a sunny day but there was a stiff breeze so, instead of having our Wedding photographs taken on the Church steps (which are just out of sight below the entrance porch in the picture) we had to move to the Red Bank entrance steps just outside Grace Evans' Cottage for most of the photographs, because my wedding veil kept blowing up in the air! We walked to our wedding reception which was held in the Church House on Church Bank, just opposite the church. I left Welshpool when I married but have fond childhood memories of a lovely little town. Patricia.
