Aberaeron
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Map of Dyfed
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Aberaeron books (4 available)
- 8 photos on Aberaeron appear in 3 Frith books - View photos of Aberaeron
- Read extracts and see photos from these books on Aberaeron and Dyfed
Aberaeron memories
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Family
Mary Ann Griffiths Lewis and John Lewis, my great great great grandparents were both born in Llanarth, Wales. Mary Ann died on the boat coming to America and John Lewis died later in a mine accident in Oak Hill, Missouri.
A memory of Llanarth contributed by marion ernst
The wartime Liverpool Evacuees
William Manning was allocated to us in Church Street. On the day of his arrival he climbed onto the rear of the stone pier and watched the waves breaking against the stones, became dizzy and fell in. He was rescued just before he drowned by New Quay's retired Captain Rees. My mother a retired nurse gave him a brandy in hot milk and put him to bed with a hot water bottle. He was as right as rain the next day and joined our family for breakfast. Mair P. (the Bank House)
A memory of New Quay contributed by First name Last name
Ffoselig Farm
Lived on a wonderful farm. The Welsh farmer living there still to this day runs this farm which has been in his family for generations.
Would love to go back there again. Very fond memories of hay making, feeding cattle and horses.
A Welsh neighbour up the lane, at 87 still worked his farm and spoke very little english. A wonderful old chap! Although I do not know if he remains there.
A memory of contributed by Victoria Curtis
CHILDREN OF THE WAR
MY BROTHER AND I WERE EVACUATED TO LAMPETER IN JULY OF 1944 COMING FROM LONDON AS OUR HOUSE WAS BOMBED. WE WERE TAKEN IN BY MARY AND JOHN POWELL IN "BARLEY MOW". EVEN THOUGH THESE WERE TRYING TIMES FOR OUR PARENTS, IT WAS THE HAPPIEST TIME OF MY CHILDHOOD. AUDREY [LATTER] VOELKER
A memory of Lampeter contributed by AUDREY VOELKER
Extracts From Aberaeron & Dyfed books
In 1800, Aberaeron was little more than a farm and inn by the main coast road where a bridge crossed the Aeron. Local gentry applied for an Act of Parliament to allow them to build a new town and to develop the harbour, and work began in 1807, when the grid of streets was laid out.
An extract from from"Mid-Wales - Ceredigion and Powys Photographic Memories".
The original plan for building the town included a harbour, which provided a large and safe place for coastal vessels and fishing boats. From early in the 19th century, boats with visitors and goods from elsewhere along the coast made Aberaeron their destination, if only for a day trip.
An extract from from"Mid-Wales - Ceredigion and Powys Photographic Memories".
Nearly all the buildings we see here were built in the Georgian period, and they now look most attractive painted in different colours.
An extract from from"Mid-Wales - Ceredigion and Powys Photographic Memories".
The harbour was built owing to the foresight of the Reverend Alban Gwynne following the enabling 1807 Harbour Act, and he spent his wife’s inheritance building the planned Georgian town to go with it. Watching these young ladies walking along the harbour edge, it is difficult to imagine how busy a tourist spot this small town of brightly coloured houses was to become. The corn merchants and the Red Lion Hotel on the left still vie for trade from a rural economy that would change dramatically in favour of fancy ice cream and chic hotels.
An extract from from"Wales Living Memories".
This scene suggests that before the advent of modern tourism there was little to disturb the peace, and a dog could safely wander the streets without fear of traffic. Two people have time to chat, and perhaps the barber’s shop on the left has some customers to attend to. For real excitement, the show jumping at the show advertised in the shop window on the right beckoned.
An extract from from"Wales Living Memories".