Abereiddy, c1960
Abereiddy, c1960 Ref: A332022
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 Llanrhian, Traethllyfn Beach c1960 (ref: L267160) |
Holidays
We came to Pembrokeshire on family holdiays all through the 1960s and early 1970s. This beach was our favourite although we called it, mistakenly, 'Barry Island Beach' as to reach it you had to go through Barry Island Farm and a toll of 10/-. We used to go on holiday with another family and so we would all try to pile into one car to save money. Whilst playing cricket on the beach in 1969 I was approached by a man who asked me to turn out for Llanrhian Cricket Club in a mid-week fixture that night as they were short. Last edited: 10/07/2008 11:48 by John Baxter |
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 Fishguard, Dinas Head c1960 (ref: f28106) |
The author of Pembrokeshire book describes this pic as houses on the edge of the cliff. The buildings are actually an ex wartime camp containing a searchlight unit and some coastal guns. Now a caravan park. Posted: 12/05/2006 10:49 by Mr Edwards |
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 Haverfordwest, High Street c1950 (ref: h41017) |
The abandoned car.
This photograph shows my father's car reg EDE 3 at the traffic lights in Castle Square. He was William Gywther Thomas, Divisional Highways Surveyor. The reason the car looks as if it has been abandoned was that the traffic lights had failed and father was investigating the reason at the control box on the corner of the street to the left of the photograph out of shot. The police are there to direct the traffic which was not very taxing as you can see from the volume of traffic passing through the square. Posted: 11/05/2006 12:55 by Mr D Thomas |
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 Parrog, the Front c1955 (ref: p201021) |
My wonderful childhood
I was Born in 1968, and resided in a small 2 bedroom house in Maes Morfa, Newport Pembs with my elder brother, sister and mother and father. Little did I know how blessed I was. Although life seemed to be quite difficult in those days, money was short and hard to come by, yet I feel we were born into a wealth of beauty living in Newport. From my parents window we overlooked the local playing fields and Newport Estuary and as far as Berry Hill farm acarage. The river was enriched with many different birds, their songs and cries all a part of my recognition of home. From a very young age The Parrog became a place we regularly visited with our mother. During the summer holidays, her basket was always full of picnic treats. The rocks upon which we sat on to eat our lunch are still there today. I always remember the warmth of the stones having had the sun raise upon them. When the tide was fully out, we would cross what we called 'The Chain', this being the shallowest part of the river, and ran onto big beach. How we had fun running and jumping into the river. Parrog was a very stoney beach so it was always nice to feel the soft sand between our toes. My sister and I spent hours looking under rocks and in rock pools for crabs and fishing for shrimps in the river. We had quite a collection in our bucket of sea water at the end of the day. Of course we would always return the creatures back to the water before heading for home. One of my fondest memories was that of the rowing races. Crowds of locals and holiday makers would gather for this large annual event. All of us standing on the key wall waiting to see the boats coming down the estuary. The buzz was incredible. Afterwards families would gather for drinks and refreshments in the Boat club which is still there today, in its original state baring an extension and interior upgrade. Every August bank holiday we had the annual firework display and marquet disco on the parrog. Hundreds of people would gather for this event, lining the whole of the parrog and the marsh in wait for what was always a wonderful display. Every year the regatta committee would spend more and more on the fireworks. Newport was well known for these displays, although unfortunately, due to policing problems and insurance costs, this event sadly no longer takes place. During the summer holidays, as a teenager my friends and I spent hours and hours on the parrog. playing on 'Bank Y Rhodyn', swimming at 'Betws' and 'The Cwm' which are small beaches a little further along the coast - all within walking distance. Many of us experienced a holiday romance during those summer months. That first kiss upon Bank y Rhodyn was an experience never to be forgotten. A summer love made all the more romantic living with such beauty around us. There used to be a little beach cafe on the parrog. We used to call it 'George and Millies Caf'. We would have a couple of hours on the beach and then go to the cafe for a hot sausage roll, drink and then a lemon sparkle lolly pop. What a treat! We savoured every mouthful. Those were the days. We had so much fun in there, and had many a friendly banter with George, the cafe owner. He and his wife have since sadly passed away. The Cafe is unfortunately no longer there. Vernon Rees's shop was also a regular haunt for sweets and treats. You name it, he had it. That shop has since closed and is now a home to the family. I feel having been brought up in Newport, we truly were blessed. In those days, we had the freedom to explore our beautiful town and were able to appreicaite all its beauty. Sadly in the world we live in today, my children do not have the same privilage of freedom as we did, but are enriched by the stories of my child hood. I no longer live in Newport myself, although my mother, who was also born there over 60 years ago still does. When my family and I visit her, we regularly go for long walks along Feidr Ganol, and down onto the beach and walk along the coast to the parrog. I always say to my children that the air smells different in Newport, although they dont quite understand what I mean. As I stand on the key wall of the parrog and look out to Carreg Y Drewi and the horizon, I always feel a sense of peace, a feeling of being at home. Each view point holds a dear memory. A memory of fun and laughter, all from the innocence of our childhood. What ever the world throws at me in this life, nothing will take those memories from me. Only those who lived it with me, will smell the same air as I. Posted: 16/12/2007 23:08 by First Name Last Name |
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Parrog, the Front c1955 (ref: p201021) |
Parrog from My Childhood
Parrog has changed very little in the 4 decades that I have been visiting and probably for decades before my arrival. I first visited as a child each year and now take my own daughter there each year too. The houses remain the same, only the faces change (some of them anyway - we're almost all repeat visitors). It is totally unspoilt by the modern world yet has everything you need. The activities my daughter Megan and I do are the same that I did with my family as a child. The halyards clinking in the Estuary are music to my ears. Newport and Parrog are my boltholes and I know that if life gets tough, I can always escape to the safe haven of my childhood. There is no place on earth like it for me and I have spent many happy holidays there - long may it stay the same. Last edited: 11/01/2008 19:29 by Catherine Dwyer |
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