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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.
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
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.
Fishing by The Bridge
This picture brings back fond memories of my childhood, I remember fishing in the pool just under these trees, I caught my first pike and perch there and I was only 11 yrs old. There used to be a beach just next to the pool and I remember other older fishermen, fishing there, casting across the river and landing 6-8lb chub, I never did manage to get one of those. Lucky for me, I have relatives who live in Welshpool, so every summer I would visit for 4-5 weeks. I used to live in Coventry. I now live in Canada but still visit every year. I know the bridge was damaged in a flood and last time I looked the pool and beach were gone, the weir is still there and so are my memories.
The Rope Swing at The Leighton Bridge
I remember spending many a summer swimming at this spot. Then they seemed to be long hot summers but maybe that's the memory loss of an older man. I noticed that the rope was stiil hanging from the tree which was used to swing out into the river. This would have been in the mid 1950s and so much has changed. Still they can't take away the memories of childhood
