Abercanaid

Read and share memories of Abercanaid and Mid Glamorgan inspired by Frith photos

Evacuated to Abecanaid

My brother, Peter, and I were uprooted in 1939 from our home town of Deal in Kent, to live firstly in Troedyrhiw, then Pentrbach, and I had a short stay with Asaph Jenkins and his wife in Abercanaid. We sucessively attended schools in all those villages and Merthyr Vale. I left Troedyrhiw school [not the splendid place Afan Taf] the day before my 14th birthday to  go to St Albans, Herts, to  work for a small coach building firm. Our several upheavals more than interrupted our schooling but our studies, in later years, fitted my brother as undermanager at a colliery and I went on to become a Will writer and specialist in probate and administation of estates. Our memories of ...read more here
Contributed by Herbert Piddock

My first look

The first time my father took me under the Hengoed viaduct I remember looking up and said to my dad that one day I would like to walk across it and wondered how long it would take us. When I got a bit older and a bit more interested in the viaduct, me and a mate got over the fence on the Hengoed station side and made the trip to the other side.  Once half way across we stopped to take in the incredible views.  I'll never forget that day - it felt like we were on top of the world looking down at the valleys. I spent my childhood growing up in Cefn Hengoed and in the shadow of this ...read more here
A memory of Hengoed contributed by kristian burrows

My courting days

I lived in Mountain Ash and my husband to be lived in Cardiff, we both used to travel on the bus to Pontypridd to meet up. From there we would walk up to the monument for a kiss and a cuddle. We spent many happy hours up here thinking of our future together. Some times it was so cold we could hardly walk back to the bus as we were frozen. Now 47 years later we sometimes travel to Merthyr and every time we pass the monument we have lovely memories.
A memory of Pontypridd contributed by Joy Lewis

coinant collary

Always when my gran (Cath Hatton) was working in the canteen I would go up and have a drink and a piece of cake, and she would shout at me for bringing my friends up. On a couple of occasions a man used to show me a trick by moving his fingers. Until 3 months ago I remembered him and as I saw him in Caerau bus stop I looked at his hands and saw fingers missing - what a trick.
A memory of Caerau contributed by paul hatton