Groes, Village c1955
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 Denbigh, the Od Cockpit, Hawk and Buckle Inn c1955 (ref: D22120) |
Year: 1950
Old Cock Pit A memory of Denbigh, Clwyd I was born in Denbigh Infirmary in January 1944. My father, Emlyn, was in the army at the time, he was the son of Abel Jackson, a local decorator. My mother came from Huddersfield. They married Boxing Day 1942. My GGF was Daniel who came from Glasgow. He worked at Coppy Farm, Henllan Road. Daniel married twice, his second wife was the cook at the Hawk & Buckle and he helped serve beer to those who bet on the cock fights. The cock pit is now at the Folk Museum in Cardiff. Posted: 06/08/2008 17:11 by First Name Last Name |
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Year: 1955
Growing up in Denbigh A memory of Denbigh, Clwyd I was born at the Denbighshire Infirmary and grew up in Denbigh - it's a lovely town and the surrounding area is beautiful. Both my parents, and my aunt and uncle, worked at the North Wales Hospital, as did so many people from the town. I return there as often as I can, and find it a relaxing place to be. We have kept my parents' home and it's such a pleasure to be there. Thanks for some great photos from the '50s and '60s - happy memories! Posted: 20/09/2007 18:34 by Eryl Aynsley |
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Year: 1962
My days as a child A memory of Huntworth, Somerset I used to stay with my Nain and Taid during the school holidays during the 60's and early 70's. Taid was Owen Hugh Evans who was the Game Keeper during that period. The Game Keeper's house was in a wonderful location, with woods to the rear of the house and the Bryn to the front of the house. Taid loved his job and he used to take me everywhere with him when he could. One of his main jobs was rearing baby pheasant chicks, which I used to enjoy immensly, whilst staying there. The whole area to me was a great adventure playground, I had no problems spending time on my own, in fact I used to resent going back home to Worcester, the woods, the Bryn, the river and the local council houses are still as fresh in my mind as it was then. I miss Nain and Taid, especially Taid, he was a special person who had time for anybody and was loved and respected by everyone. I feel lucky to have had the opportunity to spend my school holidays in Cefn, it was a magical place in the 60's, I can remember even in the early 60's there was no electricity or gas there, all the cooking was done over a open fire and there was an outside loo. When electricity finally arrived it was a revolution, but it still took a few years later until television arrived. I still do visit Cefn from time to time, I have taken my son to show him around and hopefully in the future will take my grand children and show them where their grandad used to stay and play. Posted: 14/10/2008 11:50 by Anthony Harris |
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Year: 1940s
Careg Daffydd A memory of Huntworth, Somerset My grandparents, Harrry amd Amelia Fieding, moved to Marli from Rhyl where Harry built boats; he continued to do so at Marli between (about) 1935 and 1949. Careg Daffydd was a cottage on its own, down a track and at the edge of a wood; had no electricity; a path led down through another wood to a footbridge over the River Elwy. My brother Hugh and myself - aged between six and ten years - used to walk from the cottage to St. Asaph to shop. (There was a small Post Office in Marli itself, run by Miss Williams Post.) I keep looking on the maps to find Careg Daffyd itself, but no luck thus far! Last edited: 10/10/2008 12:26 by Martin Woodhouse |
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my childhood A memory of Llanfairtalhaiarn, Clwyd Well what can I say! My father was born in the village and of course my grandparents lived and died there.They lived at number 1 Maes ye Llan (probably spelt wrong) and with my dad living in Manchester bringing up 3 children with my mum we were always in the village at my grandparents.The memories that I have are all brilliant playing in the playfields which is now a housing estate with all the locals that we knew and fishing in the river as well as swimming there in the summer, going to the village bakery to buy some of the tasty shortbread we used to pig out on.I would love to just be able to go back in time for 1 day and night and to be at their house with the coal fire going and to sit as a family like we used to, it would be the best thing ever.I still sometimes go back to the village to the cemetery and drive round to see if I recognise anyone but its changed so much. The last time I was there I took my 3 year old son, its like a tradition ha ha but he is too young to realise anything about Llanfair yet. It certainly is a place that I will always keep in my heart for as long as I'm alive..... Last edited: 01/08/2006 10:51 by Paul Jones |
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