Blaenau

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Police Constable Charles Boughton

My Paternal Grandfather was a police constable for a short while in Dukestown whilst stationed at Tredeger,does anyone have any memory of him at all,he was quite a devil by all accounts.Please e-mail me if you can provide information
A memory of Dukestown contributed by RICHARD BOUGHTON

Charles Street in the 1910's

My grandma was born Eleanor ('Nellie') Roberts at Back 62 Charles Street on the 27th November 1911 to Lillian Elizabeth and Richard John Roberts, she was the second eldest of 6 girls, Lillian 1908, Florence May 1915, Sarah Ann 1917, Florrie 1920 and Lydia Doreen 1923. Grandma remembers that the cottage had 2 rooms, one up and one down, the upstairs was divided with heavy curtains instead of walls and the girls shared beds.

Grandma has very few memories left about Tredegar as she hasn't lived in Wales since 1936, she remembers her dad used to go out with a brown sack up the lanes in Tredegar to collect elderberries to make wine from, when it was brewed he ...read more here
A memory of Tredegar contributed by Lee Hutchings

The 60s in Tredegar

I would travel to Tredegar to go to the bigger shops, bigger than Brynmawr. I loved the fashions of the 60's, and sometimes could get what I liked in Tredegar. It is just a small town but I had good times there. I especially liked going to the dance held in the Working Mens Club on a Sunday night - good times Tredegar, thanks.  Also I gave birth to my first daughter in St James’ Hospital in 1968.
A memory of Tredegar contributed by jackie haynes

Small Boy Visiting Granny!

Dad said 'We are going out for the day!'.  I can't remember much about anything at age five/six. What I so remember is coal or slag just about everywhere and a small play area with a big metal slide, Masey (Gran) making me a cup of tea and cake, only small memories? Yes, but it was enought to bring me home 39 years later! You know that feeling, when something is right? Every time I cross that bridge back to Wales my stomach tingles 'This is home!'. You know, they say a true Welshaman always returns home to Wales.
During the course of many years the only time I seemed to meet my relations was for funerals, usually uncles and aunts, ...read more here
A memory of New Tredegar contributed by ANDREW BARRETT