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Whitford| Llanerch-Y-Mor| Ffynnongroyw| Lloc| Pantasaph| Basingwerk| Holywell| Llanasa| Talacre| Brynford| Tyn-Y-Morfa| Gronant| Hilbre Island| Caldy| West Kirby| Pentre Halkyn| Thurstaston| Prestatyn| Dyserth| Tremeirchion| Hoylake| Halkyn| Flint| Greasby
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Clwyd memories
Happy Childhood
Ffynnongroew was a place of happy childhoods, and the Garth Mill was a landmark. We could tell when the old watermill was working by the rate at which the Llinegr stream was running. We would play around the mill and in the woods behind, following the sticks we threw down the stream.
The field adjacent to Llinegr farm was actually in the next parish. We called it 'Lordy's Field' because it was part of the Mostyn Estate. In the summer we played cricket there, always ready to draw up the stumps if his Lordship made an appearance!
The beach across the railway was not salubrious, but better than it is now since its destruction by mass cockle-picking. To us it might have been the Costa Brava, and we all learned to swim there.
But the Garth was always the favourite haunt - despite warnings from our parents to stay clear of the mill pool. The woods were a real wonderland, full of bluebells in the spring.... Read more
Ken Davies (The Anchorage)
I was wondering if Ken is the same bloke I sailed with in the mid 1960s?
Ffynnongroyw
I read with interest the account of Ken Davies and his childhood memories of the Garth Mill in Ffynnongroyw. We moved to Llinegr Farm on October 2nd 1961 (I was 7) and moved on November 6th 1988 after my father's death. I remember the Garth mill very well but at that time it had become a tyre retreading works and after several years as an empty building is now a pub. We too played cricket in that self same 'Lordys Field' but the danger was not quite so fraught as my father rented it off the Mostyn estate. Every year, all the kids in the village came together to erect a huge bonfire (we used to start making it in September!) and the whole village used to come. One of my most vivid childhood memories comes from our second year at Llinegr. On Boxing Day 1962, it started to snow and was followed by the harshest winter of the 20th century. The stream to which Ken refered froze solid and... Read more
Road Going up to The School Jan 2009
The road going to the school just past 'Tan Lan'.
Bryn Dinarth
I used to come for days out as a child to Lloc with my dear late grandmother. We used to visit an old friend who lived at a house called Bryn Dinarth. Her name was Ada Christie. Her house was situated next door to Little Timbers Garden Centre. Another old friend by the name of Rufus Cuckson lived two doors further up in a house called Spittal. There was also a delightful little pub called The Rock which was a few yards further up the road. One of the great things for me as a child was being able to view Blackpool Tower from the garden on a clear day.
Sisters of Charity of Our Lady of Mercy
The above order of psychological sadists ran St Clare's orphanage where small children suffered dreadfully (see BBC Wales website 2009). The order also owned a private boarding and day school on West Hill in Dartford where I was sent at the age of four; Our Lady's High School was run like a young offenders' institution. One teenage boarder (Josephine), and a four-year-old day girl (Ann Smith) ran away. And, like many institutions where there is repression by those in authority, bullying by the inmates was rife. But the big boarders and day students only picked on the little kids, of course.
When Sister Immaculate bought me an ice cream after a doctor's visit, I wasn't allowed to eat it until I returned to the school. So I didn't enjoy this unimaginable treat because I was forced to eat it in front of a five-year-old boarder (Frances Tucker) to make her feel jealous. Poor Frances had no father, and constantly had nose bleeds. But Immaculate ignored children who were... Read more
Genealogical Research
Michelle, try Hawarden (Flintshire Archive), and good luck! You could also go to the BBC Wales website for the names of people who would be around your uncle's age; then check if they are on the social networking sites.
