Bassaleg

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Childhood Memories

My grandfather lived in the tied cottage on the Plas farm in Lower Machen. His name was Albert Thomas, known as Bert. I have many fond memories of him and his cottage and playing around the farmyard and watching him complete his chores. I would stand for ages in the milking parlour watching him, Owen (owner of the farm), and his sons Stuart and Brian at work! All the cows had names and my grandfather used to make me laugh by talking to them and pretending they were answering him in moo language!
A 'not so nice' memory was the day I fell up to my waist in cow dung in the slurry pit on the farm while playing tag with ...read more here
A memory of Lower Machen contributed by First name Last name

Channel View

I've seen this photo in several places and it's always captioned as being 1965 - it's got to be before that because I lived in Channel View from 1960 to 63 just below those garages on the right of the photo - and in this photo the building hasn't even started.

I can remember playing behind those garages - even creating a little "graveyard" there for my deceased pet white mice. There's a path up to the canal from behind the garages (which is where this photo is taken from) and there was a great tree-swing with a death defying drop if you swung all the way out from the bank - I imagine there were quite a few injuries, ...read more here
A memory of Risca contributed by Terry Evans

memories of a childhood past

My first memory is of being carried by my mother Bettie "welsh fashion" in a lovely thick shawl,from Constant row,where i was born up the Moriah hill over moriah bridge and the canal to the quarry,where my Grancha Holder would be sat outside his greenhouse watching the world go by smoking his pipe,i still remember the smell of that pipe smoke.Running around the quarry playing ,chasing the geese ducks and chickens,eating the freshly picked tomatoes out of the greenhouse,how sweet they tasted and how wonderful they smelled.
The sound of the quarry siren on the other side of the valley at danygraig before they blasted,of my granchas dog laddie,a black mongrel,galloping up the canal bank past the Prince pub to just ...read more here
A memory of Risca contributed by jayne hanks nee holder

Home

Risca, was the town where I was born, under the shadow of Tymbarlm. I could see the fields leading to the mountain from my bedroom window, in Fernlea. The canal bank was where I would ride my pony Silver. All my memories of Risca are very happy ones, it was home and my childhood.
A memory of Risca contributed by Judith allen