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Clwyd memories
Wartime Years in Llanarmon Yn Ial
Shortly after the outbreak of war, my Father who had a pet shop in Wallasey, evacuated the family to Llanarmon. We consisted of Dad, Mum, my brother Ray and myself.
We moved into Rose Cottage in the village, and my Aunt Ann and husband George moved into a cottage down the side of Beech Cottage which was next door to us.
It was so peaceful and safe there. My father travelled to his business every Monday and returned on Saturday night.
I started at the village school (Ray was too young) and always remember Miss Wynne who travelled to school on an old "sit up and beg" bicycle. She was very stern looking, she lived on a farm down the back lane past a chapel with a broken column in the graveyard. The headmaster was Mr Vaughan Roberts, a very charismatic person who believed in fairies and took us to the Nant to show us where they were, on one of our many walks looking at worms and insects.
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Moving to Graianrhyd.
My parents Joyce and Ellis Jones moved into the village shop and cafe, Y Fron, during the last week-end in October, 1969. My brother, David, and I had viewed this move with varying degrees of intrepidation as we were leaving a semi-industrialised area for, at the time, a remote, isolated hamlet. We were to start a new school, Brynhyfryd in Ruthin and to make new friends. We made plenty of new friends but spent very little time in school because from that first week-end until the first week in June we had a fall of snow almost every week which prevented the school bus from reaching us in the mornings but encouraged the children of Graianrhyd to participate in a wide variety of winter sports!! What a winter wonderland with snow to the top of the hedges forcing people to travel to the shop on foot, on horseback and tractor in order to stock up on their food supplies and to catch up with the local gossip.
My parents closed... Read more
Father's Birthplace
My late father, Clement Leslie Chandler, was born at Pontybodkin in 1896. The family home was No 1 The Nant (the house was still standing when I visited in 1996).
Fathers Date of Birth
Correction Norman. Dad was born in 1893 NOT 1896
The School
The first school of my life was in Brymbo where my father and his father and his father before him too had worked in the local steel works. The school teachers used to put out small beds in the playground in the afternoon and the entire school population would go to sleep in the open air. This was the lower church school (primary) and later I went to the school next door where Mr Fisher and Mr Tom Whomseley and the other teachers taught. It was here at aged 11 that Mr Fisher and Mr Whomseley discovered that I was quite deaf and sent me for investigations to the Wrexham hospital.There I was fitted with a hearing aid which I hated of course but at least I could hear better! I left that school for a tech/grammer school in Wrexham but will always remember those two teachers and the way they changed my life. I went on to obtain two degrees and in later life became a teacher myself.
Starting @ Brymbo Church School (primary)
I attended both primary & secondary schools in Brymbo. I remember well, aged 4 years, & my mum taking me to school for the very 1st time - no playgroups or nurseries to break you in then! I lived in Lodge, just down the road from Brymbo. I was very frightened on my first day as I had suffered from polio as a baby and this had left me with a limp - I was scared in case the other children made fun of me. There was no need, I was included in all their games and fun, not once was I called 'names' due to my condition. I made some wonderful friends at school, who I am happy to say I still have contact with now (almost 56 years!), quite a feat I think!
My memories of some of the teachers - Mr Jones, head of primary was a lovely man, he used to bring his little dog in with him sometimes and... Read more
2 Burtons Terrace
As a small child one of the most exciting events was riding on the rear bumper of Lawrence the Milk's Land Rover in the High Street. We had an air raid shelter in the garden which was dark and musty. Do the twins remember this? We lived in Burton's Terrace until 1954. It had just two rooms and a back kitchen. Dad put in electricity when I was about three years old and it was like magic. He also installed electricity into houses on the mountain and after dark we would walk up towards Minera and he would point out solitary lights on the mountain and proudly tell me "your dad put that there".
