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Burry Port, the Amusement Arcade c1965
Burry Port, the Amusement Arcade c1965 Ref: B472069
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 Burry Port, Village c1950 (ref: B472012) |
Year: 1944
HAPPY YEARS
The four cottages in this photograph are of Bryn Terrace, formerly named Bryn Cottages where I lived at No 1 with my sister Beryl and our parents Ceinwen and William John Thacker. My grandparents Mary Ann and William George Davies lived next door at No 2, my grandmother's brother Evan Evans and his family at No 3, and David Morris known as 'The Powndyn' with his family at No 4. I was born in 1939 at No 2 in the parlour of my grandparents' house, but my family at that time lived at a cottage called YR ARCH which is situated behind the Farmers Arms pub close by. I have many happy and fond memories of living at The Bryn, as we called it for 25 years, with the advantage of great parents and outstandingly loving grandparents, with the added bonus of kind neighbours and loyal friends. I have been gifted with a good memory and although the war was nearly over, memories of growing all our own fresh vegetables, keeping chickens goats and pigs, and ration books are easy to recall. Times were tough for all parents living in the area still known as "the Graig", but the children were their main priority. The never ending warning of 'If you don't pay attention in school and pass your exams you will end up down the mines'. This did spur me on, but where would this country have been without our miners, steelworkers and farm hands amongst others? Something that always stands out in my mind is the great affinity which existed between the young and the old, and the built-in respect inbred into society at that time. Looking back it was a wonderful era in which to be growing up, and all my friends of that time I'm sure would agree. Perhaps that book which I've always fancied writing is not a lost hope after all!! Ken Thacker Last edited: 18/11/2008 08:48 by Ken Thacker |
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 Burry Port, Station Road c1965 (ref: b472059) |
Year: 1960
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The man standing on the bottom left hand side with the white T-shirt and quiff is my grandad! He is now seventy. The car next to him was his first car and his pride and joy! Last edited: 28/06/2006 15:02 by M Paull |
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 Llanelli, Stradey Castle 1896 (ref: 38751) |
Year: 1930s
london evacuation A memory of Llanelli, Dyfed my mother who is now 76 years of age,was talking with my son who is doing a world war 2 project at school.Only last night she was telling him,that in 1939 october,she aged 8 and a half and her then baby brother aged just 10 months along with their mother were evecuated to stradey castle from vauxhall,sw london. They stayed for 10 weeks,and my mother said how the statues in the long hall scared the life out of them and also the nearby woods was something she had never seen before.My mothers maiden name was joan trim and her brother roy and late mother florence.The owners were by the name of lewis a laird i believe,by all accounts very nice people.I wondering on behalf of my mother,its the castle still there etc.Thank you Robert Penfold Posted: 28/01/2008 17:09 by First Name Last Name |
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 Llanelli, Parc Howard c1965 (ref: L73090) |
Year: 1968
A view from the band stand A memory of Llanelli, Dyfed I was born in 1965, the year the photo was taken and at the time my dad was a gardener at Parc Howard. I remember going to visit him almost every day, in the summer months, with either my grandmother or mother. This was a very familiar view taken from the band stand. After what felt like hours of playing I would be taken to the cafe and bought sweets from a large select behind a glass cabinet. Often we would go up the hill (to the left in the photo) to watch the old men play bowls and as I grew older I would play on the putting green. Posted: 19/11/2006 20:07 by David Charles |
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Year: 1941
Evacuation WW2 A memory of Huntworth, Somerset I recall being evacuated to Llansaint from London as a child of 7. I lived in a small sweet shop in the the village with a family named Phillips, or Philips. I am now 74 so my memories are not too sharp with regards to names and places but I do recall going into Kidwelly one Saturday evening with some Welsh children from Llansaint village. It was the only cinema for miles around. The film was a Frankenstein one but we had to ask any adult to accompany us in as we were under age. As we were taken in by different adults we were not sitting together. When I came out of the cinema in Kidwelly I got separated from the children I went there with and found myself lost in this strange town. I decided to start walking back home to Llansaint on my own. I had about sixpence in old money on me and never even knew where the bus stop was, or if there was a bus that went to Llansaint. I was terrified. It was getting dark and I had to walk. As I left the town of Kidwelly I had to pass through what I can only remember was an area of wasteland or a large park, and all I could see in my mind were very sharp images of the Frankenstein monster. I remember a man looming out of the darkness coming towards me from the opposite direction and asking me where I was going. I told him, Llansaint, and that I was an evacuee from London and didn't know the area at all and he said keep walking in that direction, pointing to a long pathway that led out of the parkland or wasteground. It was by now very dark as there was no lighting anywhere. All I could hear was the constant hooting of owls and the added fear of swarms of bats flying around, silhouetted against the night sky as they kept swooping up and down, sometimes just just above my head. This was a real nightmare for me at that age as I had never heard owls or seen bats in real life before, only in school books about the countryside. I kept walking and then running and I finally arrived at a long lane which I had to walk along before I got to any houses, which were few and far between. I began to run by this time and before I knew it I was on the road to Llansaint. I got home about 11 o'clock that night tired and very weary. The woman that I was billeted with was furious with the other children who I went to the cinema with for not looking after me when we came out. It was a huge relief to them when I arrived back home. Even though I was back in Llansaint it took me ages to find the shop I was billeted in as everywhere was so dark, especially in the village. I couldn't sleep that night as all I kept seeing was the monster with an iron bolt through his neck trying to get into my bedroom window. When I returned to London before the war ended the Doodlebugs didn't frighten me as much as that nightmare journey on foot from Kidwelly to Llansaint. Last edited: 30/06/2008 10:26 by James Hepting |
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